CH647 Bolt- and Pump-action II
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The riders barely had time to react. Their aura defences—thin and unprepared—were pierced through as if they were nothing more than parchment.
In an instant, the four riders were impaled.
The lead rider's body stiffened before collapsing lifelessly from his mount.
The sudden reversal sent shockwaves through the convoy.
"What—?!"
"They killed the captain?!"
"To arms! Kill them!"
Shouts erupted as the remaining mounted guards spurred their horses forward, charging towards Alex's position in an attempt to form a defensive line and buy time for the rest.
Within the convoy, the labourers and drivers scrambled into action.
Shields were raised. Clubs, daggers, and whatever crude weapons they could grasp were drawn.
Some clambered atop the carriages, hastily nocking arrows onto rough bows.
In the unforgiving expanse of the Hollowcrest Wildlands, even the most ordinary labourer learned to fight.
