Many Knights wearing black leather armour on dark horses charged swiftly like a hurricane. They held onto the reins with their right hands and in their left hands they held onto blazing torches.
Very soon, many Knights surrounded the small horse carriage that Baelin’s party was in.
“Garrison troops from the Lilan castle? Madmen! Crazy! They actually deployed troops to surround us…”
There was incomparable fear on James’ face before it quickly turned into despair.
Magi were extremely powerful and could regard regular humans as ants. However, this scenario of surrounding regular people using troops was different.
To high level Magi, no matter how many regular humans there were, it was but one more death word for them. Just the radiation emitted from Magi’s bodies would leave the regular humans to die in anguish.
However, James, who was an acolyte, did not have such terrifying strength.
He had once thought of a scenario: if he were faced with a hundred or less troops, he could deploy guerilla warfare and kill them all. However, if there were more, he would not be able to do that.