Bang!
"Argh!"
The tall horse was blasted onto the ground, pinning the adventurer team leader beneath it. This burly man, built like a bull, widened his green eye in pain and let out a miserable cry. But he immediately gritted his teeth and endured the pain. Blue-green Battle Qi erupted from his body, and with a forceful heave, he flung the horse off himself and hopped to his feet on one leg.
Being pinned beneath the horse had not actually injured the adventurer team leader. His cry had been caused by the foot that had been blown into a bloody mess by the Small Fireball.
Whoosh...
"Blood Moon Slash!"
Before the newly risen adventurer team leader could locate his attacker, another Small Fireball came flying from the grass. At the same time, John charged out of the brush with the Dark Knight One-Handed Sword in hand. With a swing of his sword, a blood-red crescent overtook the Small Fireball and struck at the adventurer team leader.
Let's rewind a little.
When the carriage cabin separated from the packhorse, veered off the road, and tumbled into the woods, John swiftly grabbed Parr and leaped out, landing in the dense grass.
The night was deep, and with no moon overhead and only dim stars in the sky, the Small Adventurer Team riding toward them failed to notice that their targets had already escaped. After surrounding the carriage, which had stopped rolling after crashing into a tree, they began firing arrows.
"Is this the second wave of assassins? There are quite a lot of them!"
"Keep it down. We'll move after they run out of arrows."
"Mm."
Parr and John lay hidden in the grass, waiting for the adventurers to stop shooting and lower their guard before making their move.
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