598 Just Listen to Me

"Circle formation! Circle formation! Surround the wagons!"

"Use the wagons as cover! Block their attacks!"

"No! If this shipment gets destroyed, you think the employer will let us off?"

"Damn it... they've got more than twenty Explosive Crossbows! The mages' shields won't hold for long!"

Shouts of battle, furious roars, and screams mingled together from not far away. Kruma, who had still chosen to come back, was now hiding behind a thick ancient tree, his face pale, his whole body stiff as he peered at the hellish scene on the road.

The once-orderly caravan had descended into chaos.

Attackers clad in gray-brown camouflage, moving as swiftly as wolves, poured out of the Dense Forest on both sides of the road and surrounded the caravan. At a rough glance, there were actually two or three hundred of them, nearly three times the number of the caravan guards!

The first wave of arrows and magic dropped several guards on the outer perimeter into pools of blood.

The Horned Demon senior who had, not long ago, cheerfully said he would take Kruma out to broaden his horizons had now become a charred wreck, lying by the roadside.

Under the command of the guard captain—Kruma's elder brother—the guards forced down their initial panic, quickly drew in toward the few heavy wagons at the center, formed a defensive formation, and began to counterattack.

To be fair, the caravan guards' average strength was even above the attackers', and their combat experience was far more seasoned.

However, the absolute disadvantage in numbers, coupled with the gap in equipment brought by the enchanted weapon, the Explosive Crossbow, still left the guards at an obvious disadvantage.

"What do I do... what do I do?" Kruma clenched his fists. Hot blood rushed to his head, and he wanted to charge