Escort

Whoosh, whoosh!

The sound of arrows slicing through the air came in an instant.

The archers had already been at a loss in the clouds and mist. Now, hearing Bishop Melker's shout, they immediately loosed the arrows in their hands without a second thought.

But after just one volley, they regretted it.

Faced with the threat of arrows, Zhang Fan naturally reacted as any ordinary person would: he raised the human shield in his hands.

Thud!

Blood sprayed everywhere. The former Viscount Tielebao instantly became a porcupine bristling with arrows.

"Heavens! What have we done?"

Several knights panicked at once, and a commotion broke out among the soldiers.

"Word Spirit?"

The middle-aged knight leading them stared fixedly at Bishop Melker, a certain term flashing through his mind.

He knew that among these clergy, there were even specialized spells that could form Word Spirits, making those they affected obey their commands completely.

And no matter how you looked at it, ordering them to shoot so recklessly while Viscount Sir was still a prisoner had been far too dangerous.

Could they have deliberately silenced him? Is there something else going on?

The old knight thought this, but could only roar and charge at Zhang Fan.

Whatever the case, the man and Bishop Melker were the ones chiefly responsible for the Viscount's death. Neither could be allowed to escape!

"Dead?"

Zhang Fan fought while retreating, his face filled with disbelief. "He was their lord, wasn't he? Could it be that Westerners are all so fierce and unyielding?"

But he had no time to think about it. In the next instant, a knight clad head to toe in iron armor launched a terrifying charge at him.

Bang!

Man and horse as one, clad in iron armor, and on top of that, a superhuman—the force