In the next second, a few crows swept past the branches, startling a sharp screech through the air.
The neck of the leading warhorse in front exploded, blood gushing like a fountain, and it fell heavily to the ground with a whinny.
"An ambush!!"
"Grab your weapons!"
But they had only half-drawn their short swords when the attacks from the forest swept in like an ice storm.
Several figures shot out from the underbrush like arrows, glints of blades flashing continuously.
Someone hadn't even reacted when they were pierced from behind by a spear, falling into the leaves, still twitching.
One tried to jump off his horse to escape, but a flying rope caught his ankle, dragging him into the trees, leaving only a bloodstain.
"Ahhhh!"
"Don't kill me!"
The screams of horses and humans mingled chaotically.
In just two minutes.
The ground was littered with Baron Vira's "brothers", dead or unconscious.
