The commotion here was enormous, drawing the attention of many people. The distant streets were packed with onlookers, timidly hanging back yet unwilling to miss a single moment.
Anse also spotted Silver Scale Bay guards, but they ignored the situation. Perhaps they were waiting for orders from their superiors.
Remembering how the bearded man had impersonated a guard earlier, he felt a faint sense of unease.
After pondering for a moment, he took out his holy symbol, hung it outside his cloak, and casually imbued it with a Divine Smite.
"I never impersonated anyone. Whatever you imagined has nothing to do with me."
The hoofbeats sounded like drums of death. Knowing they could not outrun a horse, the slavers scattered and fled, heading straight for the densest crowds.
But they had guessed wrong again. Crowds might not avoid people, but they would definitely avoid horses—especially a horse like Noronos, which looked capable of killing someone with a single charge.
Anse once again cast Leap Spell and Feather Fall Spell on Noronos, having him leap over any congested areas.
Thus, the people of Silver Scale Bay witnessed a flying horse that could soar more than ten meters through the air for the first time!
Of the six fleeing crewmen, two were Level 1 Professionals. But how could they possibly escape the pursuit of a man, a horse, and an eagle?
The four ordinary crewmen died one after another beneath Noronos's horn and whipping tail. One Professional tried to blend into the crowd, only to have his soul precisely locked onto by Anse's Magic Missile.
The last Professional ran quickly, but Anse still electrocuted him by the docks with a Prismatic Sphere.
The successive experience notifications brought a broad smile to Anse's lips.
In truth, these crewmen had long been abandoned. After