"No matter what, kill him first! Then we'll pillage Ironblood City! How dare they kill a knight of Barton Kingdom! Who gave them the courage?"
"Clearly, we haven't instilled enough fear in these Plantagenet dogs. This time, they'll learn terror—the kind that leaves a mark of reverence deep in their hearts forever!"
With merciless laughter, several mage captains at the front of the Barton Kingdom's legion charged faster toward Alan, who stood alone at the city gate.
Closer.
And closer still.
When they were about three hundred meters from Alan, the leading group of mage archers squinted, drew their bows, and infused their mana into their arrows before releasing them, each one aimed directly at Alan.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Hundreds of black arrows shot through the air, leaving long magical trails, descending like a rainstorm upon Alan's position.
The archers raised their bows and cheered loudly, as if hunters had easily caught their prey.
