Bikna was still wondering who would cause such a huge commotion, devouring villages and attacking the city lord’s guards—weren’t they afraid of the Tibetan Empire’s iron fist?
But now, she wasn’t surprised at all.
The one causing trouble is a Shu? Ah, then it all makes sense.
But no matter how big of a ruckus this Shu little mage has caused, it’s all over now. What else could be the outcome of a mage facing a warrior in close quarters?
Even if the mage is armored, they won’t last long against a warrior. The energy and mana consumption for casting spells is quite significant, after all.
Any Tang slave with the family name of ‘Shu’ would usually be killed on the spot in the Tibetan Empire, but Bikna also understood the concept of pretty privilege.
If this vile little mage kneels down right now to apologize and beg me to spare him... I might still consider it. Provided he brings out his sincerity, of course.
For instance...
Bikna gulped down her saliva.
To her surprise, her opponent showed none of a mage’s fluster when encountering a warrior in close quarters. Instead...
Shoosh!
A brilliant white light crashed down on her with the momentum of a meteor storm.
“WHAT?!” Bikna’s face warped in the face of this shocking glare.
How is it that a mage wields such force?!
She quickly raised her enchanted sword to fend against the falling modao, but a frightening spell fell on her at the same time.
“Enfeeble.”
Bikna felt like someone had slammed a hammer into her chest, and she was sent flying like a kite that had its thread snipped.
Pu!
Fresh blood spurted from her mouth, looking like a mesmerizing rose that blossomed in mid-air.
Bam!
Bikna crashed into the ground. Her vision darkened, and she felt like a thousand flies were buzzing in her head.
“H-how is this possible?!”
Bikna was astounded. How could a fifteen-year-old pretty boy wield such terrifying strength?!
His strength is definitely hero class!
Tak tak, tak tak!
Bikna crumbled to the floor. She tried her best to climb back to her feet, but she struggled to prop herself up even with her sword as support.
Miazova didn’t rest easy after landing a spell; it continued layering more spells on Bikna—Mental Drain, Heavy Weight, Reduced Agility, and so on—to ensure that she would never rise once more.
Shit!
Fear coiled around Bikna’s heart like a venomous serpent.
She was exhausted, wounded, and debuffed, but she still had to face dozens of terrifying skeleton heavy cavalrymen, and there was still a hero-class warrior waiting for her even if she somehow conquered the ordeal.
She racked her brain, but she couldn’t imagine rising up on top or even escaping.
“Crush her.” Shu Yichao waved her hand.
Warm blessing lights basked the White-haired Ghost Horsemen.
At Shu Yichao’s order, they rushed at Bikna like a torrential black flood.
Padah! Padah!
Heavy horse hooves echoed, each clobber jolting Bikna’s heart like a hammer strike. The earth shook, and dust rose in the sky. Death was pressing close.
“...”
Fear, despair, and finally peace.
Looks like I’ll die today.
Bikna, crouching on the floor, chuckled in self-disdain.
What an ironic turn of fate. I never thought I’d die in the hands of a Tang when I suppressed them with violence.
She strained herself to touch her crystal necklace, and a faint light glowed from it. It was a transmission necklace, which was expensive and could only be activated for a short time, so it was intended to only be used at critical moments.
“Hey!” the authoritative voice of the female city lord echoed. “Bikna, I hope you contacted me with good news. If you haven’t resolved that matter yet... I’m going to be terribly disappointed.”
“Rajmaya,” Bikna called the city lord by her name, “I have gotten to the bottom of the matter. The Tang...”
She had wanted to say Tang slaves, but somehow different words came out of her mouth.
“...The Tangs’ Shu Amy are behind this. They...”
Bam bam bam bam!
Before Bikna could finish her words, the cavalrymen trampled her into the dust together with her transmission crystal.
Everything fell silent.