Great Warrior (1)

"Leon, have you gone insane? You're gambling with your family's lives!"

A Black Mage roared amid the chaos, his voice filled with unease and fury, coming from somewhere not far from Ang.

Ang ignored him. His gaze remained cold as Flame Punishment trembled faintly in his hand amid blood and fire.

"Stop deceiving yourselves!" a Black Mage shouted. "You've all seen how many people he's killed! What are you standing around for? They only have so many Level 1 Warriors—fight back!"

That cry was like a funeral bell, rousing some who still harbored wishful thoughts.

They hurriedly gathered together and began forming ranks, trying to resist the sudden ambush.

At that moment, a piercing whistle of wind came from above.

Archmage David rode a Magic Broom through the air from the front of the convoy. Wind Element churned in his palm as he flew, releasing wave after wave of wind blades that sliced through the air like sharp knives. They struck several Flame Swordsmen in succession, tearing apart their Scorching Shields and leaving scorched marks across their armor.

"Hit and run!" Ang shouted.

His voice rang out clearly, and nearly every Flame Swordsman present heard it.

Though they did not recognize Ang's current appearance, the Flame Armament on him made it obvious that he was one of their own.

They swiftly avoided David's flight path and moved around the area, forming an encirclement to block the Black Mages trying to escape.

In the air, the mage squad led by Puli continuously unleashed suppressive magic, forcing the Black Mages to retreat toward the center of the convoy. Before long, they had gathered around David.

"My lord, Leon has betrayed us!"

"The Enforcement Team deployed the entire Enchanted Armament Regiment this time—they're here to wipe us out!"

"My lord! Think of something!"