Xu Yi sprang to his feet, threw aside the tent flap, and rushed out.
The pounding of hooves against the ground already echoed from the plains to the northwest, carrying through the camp and waking everyone who had fallen sound asleep.
The guards assigned to rest during the first half of the night now showed the results of their training. They reacted immediately, donned their full equipment, gathered together, and quickly formed a defensive line around the camp.
Hart's loud calls rang out beyond the camp. A moment later, he ran in, saluted Xu Yi, and said gravely, "Mr. President, we're under attack."
Seeing no sign of panic on Hart's face, Xu Yi nodded and asked, "You handle the defense. I won't interfere. If you need me to fight, come and tell me."
Hart gave Xu Yi a somewhat surprised look before remembering that his president was also an Advanced Mage.
Having an extra Advanced Mage among a merchant caravan's guards would enormously increase their overall fighting strength.
But because Xu Yi was the president, Hart instinctively overlooked the possibility of him taking the field himself and kept forgetting that he was a mage.
After a moment's hesitation, Hart said solemnly, "In that case, Mr. President, please be ready to join the battle at any moment."
Xu Yi frowned slightly as he watched Hart turn and leave.
Hart had not refused his offer to fight, which meant the situation was probably far from promising.
"President, are we under attack?" Canby's voice sounded behind Xu Yi. "Who dares attack our Xinfei Merchant Guild? Are they trying to get themselves killed?"
Xu Yi looked back and found that neither Canby nor any of the dwarves in the caravan showed the slightest fear or tension. Instead, they all looked excited and eager. He