It seemed that the seven Lords should have been able to easily deal with one unknown hunter, but the woman who gave Liliane's team the order to capture Adam Vinter did not think so.
That is why she contacted the Old Horn. She knew that when it came to Adam Vinter, someone was sure to protect him. If it wasn't Frida, then it was someone else.
Sure, maybe this unknown hunter would have turned out to be some kind of weakling, but... Now, it was obvious to everyone that she had made the right decision by calling the Old Horn.
It was unlikely that the ice wyverns could tear the red-haired girl to pieces, but she would definitely get a few wounds that would bring them closer to defeat.
Goen hadn't used anything but his basic energy, and he was already winning.
Tap.
The Old Horn squeezed the red-haired girl's shoulder tightly, almost to the point of pain.
"You know. Maybe we don't need a weakling like you, what do you think?"
