In the next second, several crows swept across the branches, and in that startling instant, a sharp sound pierced the air.
The lead warhorse's neck erupted, blood gushing like a fountain as it collapsed heavily with a neigh.
"Ambush!"
"Get your weapons!"
But they had only half-drawn their short swords when the forest attack swept over them like an ice storm.
Several figures shot out from the grass like arrows, blade light flashing repeatedly.
Some hadn't even reacted before being pierced from behind by spears, still twitching as they fell among the fallen leaves.
One tried to jump off his horse and flee, but was caught by a flying rope around his ankle, instantly dragged into the brush—in moments only a pool of blood remained.
"Ahhh!"
"Don't kill me!"
The screams of horses and humans mixed in chaos.
Just two minutes.
Baron Vera's "brothers" lay scattered on the ground, dead and unconscious.
