The one who shouted, "Your Majesty, watch out!" was Risadiran, following behind Li Ang.
The one calling Li Ang's name was Wendy, nearly a hundred meters behind him.
The one cursing, "Bastard!" was Sigismund, even farther behind Li Ang.
Agason and the dozen or so Iron Ring Centurions suddenly appeared several dozen meters to Li Ang's flank. Li Ang and his guards truly had not seen them, but most of the people behind him had.
But no one could stop the assassination.
Several arrows flew from behind Li Ang, fired by Risadiran and several Twilight Knights beside him.
They had originally intended to move with Li Ang's guards. Only after seeing the javelins thrown did they hurriedly loose their arrows. They were not trying to kill the enemy, but attempting to intercept the enemy's javelins with arrows—an utterly desperate measure only master archers like Risadiran would attempt.
In fact, they succeeded—several javelins really were struck by their arrows. Risadiran and those Twilight Knights possessed archery skills beyond human imagination.
But no matter how formidable a few arrows were, they could not stop more than a dozen javelins.
Li Ang fell onto his back.
A javelin had pierced his left shoulder... or rather, his left chest. It entered through the bicep of his upper left arm, passed diagonally through that arm, and its tip embedded itself in his left chest, knocking him from Alice's back.
When the javelin hit him, Li Ang had been holding the battle flag with both hands—it had come from the side.
The javelin was still lodged diagonally in his body, trembling faintly.
Fortunately, Alice reacted with incredible speed. The instant Li Ang fell, she reared up and stopped, then turned sideways to stand in front of him.
The clever little mare may only have wanted to