Dulham's attack was even swifter and deadlier than Trism's. As Dulham rolled and sprang back to his feet, all four throwing knives struck the vital points of the four assassins with unerring accuracy. When those men emerged from stealth, they were still frozen in their attacking poses. Clearly, even at the moment of death, they had never imagined that this old man could take on four opponents alone and kill them so quickly.
At once, everyone understood—the enemy had already come for them. Just as they were preparing to use their own methods to expose the attackers, the assassins struck.
In a single second, several paladins had their throats slit and fell!
The rest had avoided fatal wounds, but they were still hit. A few of the unluckier ones had even been struck in vital areas and came within a hair's breadth of returning to the gods' realm.
Yet interestingly, Solam alone was unharmed. Not a single assassin approached him, which also meant that Wahid's group and Nazel, who stood close to him, were left undisturbed.
Solam was very confused.
How should he put it? In past battles, Solam had always charged at the very front. Or rather, he had always been forced into becoming the center of attention. Generally speaking, any idiot daring to cause him trouble would make him their target. Thus, Solam was always in the fiercest part of the fight.
But now, he had actually become a spectator... No one was looking for trouble with him! Solam found this deeply unfamiliar. He felt as if he had been ignored.
How could this be allowed?!
Solam was furious, so he decided to show these idiots who the most dangerous one really was!
Solam casually fired a ball of light resembling a firework. The light sphere shot into