Watching Brat's back disappear around the corner, Anse no longer had any reservations.
At this point, the tables had turned between offense and defense.
He had Finn take Gray Hawk to delay and obstruct the other two groups of slave traders while he faced the bearded man's group alone.
Clear hoofbeats rang through the street. The slave traders hurriedly wiped the blood from their faces, picked up their muskets, and aimed them forward as if facing a formidable enemy.
The bearded man took a deep breath. His emotions were complicated, but he had fought his way out of piles of corpses and quickly calmed down.
"Don't be afraid. He doesn't dare come over. One volley from us, and he'll be dead."
Hearing this, the crewmen were invigorated and finally emerged from the shadow cast by the gale.
Anse urged his horse forward at an unhurried pace, magic power surging around him.
"Leap!"
"Feather Fall!"
"Leap Spell" + "Feather Fall Spell"!
Two Mana Auras lit up in succession around Noronos, faint spell-light surrounding its body and limbs.
It stamped heavily on the ground, eager to move.
When the distance closed to within a hundred meters, the bearded man raised his right hand but did not order them to fire. One or two bullets could not threaten a spellcaster protected by Mage Armor or a Shield Spell; they had to ensure their hit rate.
Anse raised a hand and pointed, startling them.
"Don't panic, he's trying to blast us!" The bearded man knew full well how slowly muskets could be reloaded and refused to fall for it.
But the next moment, his vision suddenly blurred. A ball of mist rapidly spread before them, surrounding everyone in an instant. All they could see was a vast expanse of white.
The hoofbeats suddenly intensified!