The sudden gunfire didn't attract much attention, but Lance's abrupt halt made every heart lurch.
Whether bandits or soldiers, at that moment, all seemed to stop, their focus entirely on that figure.
Lance could feel something striking his Armor—an unmistakable difference from weapon impacts. Just two or three seconds later, he felt an excruciating pain, as if his chest was being torn open.
Is this what being shot feels like...
"He's been shot! He's down for the count! Charge now!" Laosan noticed Lance's strange reaction and, immediately dropping his cover, shouted loudly to spur the bandits' fighting spirit.
As expected, the bandits, who had moments before been avoiding confrontation, erupted with fierce fighting spirit and surged forward.
"Protect My Lord!" Andrew yelled, trying to organize a team to reach him, but Lance had charged too deep.
These raw recruits were adequate for self-preservation, but rescuing someone was simply impossible.
