Chapter 61 (1)

Chapter 61 (1)

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As he had barely managed to thin out the numbers a bit, Ian clicked his tongue while observing the approaching crowd.

Even if it wasnt them, the situation was actually not as good as it seemed.

His aggressive fighting was merely intended to instill fear in the enemies.

He was still unfamiliar with mounted combat, and there were several close calls where he almost fell off his horse.

Even though they were just consumables.

Except for a few, the imperial cavalry and the imperial guards kept their distance and just followed.

They were undoubtedly waiting for him to run out of strength while observing him.

So he pretended to be unperturbed, but his intuition was still sending danger signals.

There must have been skilled fighters mixed in, comparable to the two he had met before.

At least that much was certain.

Her name was Charlott, wasnt it?

Except for the first few minutes, she didnt stand out at all.

It was clear that she was changing her position to stay out of his line of sight.

But he couldnt just focus on her alone.

Although the black cavalrymen might be a bit lacking in individual skill, they were numerous and not letting their guard down.

It would be nearly impossible to subdue them all through physical combat alone.

No matter how high his stats were and how helpful his traits were for close combat, the essence of his physical combat power as a mage had limits.

The fortunate thing was that they didnt seem to be trying to overturn the carriage.

It seemed they assumed that with the carriage running so fast, Luci could get hurt if it broke apart.

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The closer they got to the Abandoned Lands, the more desperate they would become.

The observers would eventually have to approach them as well, once they passed through the valley.

That was when Ian planned to settle the score.

Before those uninvited guests appeared.

These damn!

Miguel, who had been fiddling with the crossbow, eventually pulled on the reins.

It was an unavoidable choice.

No matter how enchanted the barded horses were, they couldnt just charge recklessly into that crowd.

The ones who had charged from the front dispersed to the left and right of the valley as the carriage approached, turning their horses around.

They were skilled in horsemanship.

A mixed group of knights and mercenaries, like the pursuers following them.

Hiram bastards. They must know theres a mage Ah, right. Crossbows.

Ian thought, clinging to the side of the carriage.

No matter how formidable, a mage was powerless if they couldnt complete their spellcasting.

In that sense, alternating crossbow fire was a basic and effective measure.

Not that it would mean much to me.

The pursuers at the rear widened the gap at the appearance of the uninvited guests.

Apparently to secure their own territory.

Soon, the two sides exchanged glances.

A tense atmosphere hung in the air.

In terms of quality, the rearguard mixed with the imperials would likely be superior.

But thanks to Ian killing several, in sheer numbers the newly joined forces were far greater.

I guess were the fish theyve caught.

Even as he thought that, Ian decided to observe the situation.

Though the speed had slowed, the carriage was still running.

Unless he could break through the encirclement in one go, there was no need for him to take the lead in shattering this stalemate.

I am Jamie, a knight of Hiram and acting lord regent!

A shout burst out from the vanguard.

Enough with the chit-chat! What are you bastards doing? Attack!

Ube, the mercenary captain, shouted.

The Hiram mercenaries who had been engaged in the staring contest wheeled around as if theyd been waiting.

The Naslan mercenaries rushed to join them in turn.

The difference was that their target was the carriage.

Likely intending to leave Ian to the Hiram mercenaries.

Damn it!

Miguel lashed the reins.

The carriages speed increased again, and Ian observed the mercenaries charging towards him.

His nerves grew taut, his concentration reaching its peak.

Hraaah-!

It was then that the lead mercenary swung his axe.

Ians body twisted back as if lying down.

He wasnt even looking at the axe grazing past his face.

He simply glanced at the mercenarys nape.

His slackened arm whipped out like a lash.

Shurik-

The keen wind expelled along the swords blade slashed the mercenarys neck.

The mans head flew forward, blood spurting from his neck.

Youre insane?!

The mercenaries following behind rushed in, spewing out gasps of astonishment.

To their eyes, it seemed as if one of the riders heads had fallen off as soon as they crossed paths.

Ians pupils looked simultaneously at the two charging from left and right.

His body began moving as soon as it registered them.

While tilting his blade to deflect the falling sword from the left, he simultaneously twisted his body as if falling off the saddle to avoid the spear thrusting from the right.

Following up, he sharply grazed the flank of the passing horse as he remounted the saddle.

Kihihing!

In the moment when the horse with its flank ripped open tumbled, pinning its rider to the ground, Ians gaze had already turned towards the nape of the spear-wielding mercenary.

His fingers tingle, and the resentment of the accursed marsh spreads out.

He killed the two in an instant, but had no time to rest.

Pulling the reins to turn the horses head, Ian placed his foot on the saddle.

Unable to overcome its inertia, the horse staggered and slipped, and then another mercenary approached, but

Ians gaze was directed towards those trying to board the carriage.

The moment the mercenary tried to swing his sword, Ian leapt straight off the saddle.

The wind pushed him, and in an instant the carriage several meters away became close.

Uah?!

The mercenary who had just grabbed onto the carriage looked up at him in surprise.

Raising his arm with the sword gripped in a reverse stance, Ian stabbed it straight into the mans back.

Kuwajik!

Kughuk!

Having pierced through both the mercenary and the partition, Ian used the sword hilt as a support to grab the top of the partition.

As he pulled himself up and withdrew the sword, the struggling mercenary fell away.

Phisseuk-!

A bolt grazed Ians ear.

Dont shoot! Whoever shoots arrows will meet my blade! Olegs shout followed.

Thanks for telling me instead.



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