"Circle formation! Circle formation! Surround the wagons!"
"Use the wagons as cover to fend off the attack!"
"No way! If this batch of goods is destroyed, do you think the employer will let us go?"
"Damn... They have over twenty Explosive Crossbows! The Mage's shield won't last long!"
Shouts, roars, and screams mixed and emanated from not far away. Krumar, who had chosen to return, was now hiding behind a thick ancient tree, his face pale and body rigid as he peered at the infernal scene on the road.
The originally orderly caravan was now in chaos.
The attackers, cloaked in gray-brown camouflages and moving as swiftly as wolves, swarmed out from the dense forest on both sides of the road, surrounding the convoy completely. At a glance, there were as many as two or three hundred of them, nearly three times the number of the caravan guards!
The first wave of arrows and magic dropped the few outermost guards into pools of blood.
