These people couldn't ride horses, so they could only drive the horse-drawn carts forward. Their progress wasn't very fast. Otherwise, on horseback, they could have reached their destination in just two days at full gallop.
After dealing with them, Lance turned his attention to the bodies discarded by the roadside.
Under normal circumstances, these bodies would have been a meal for the creatures of the wilderness, but unfortunately, they wouldn't get to feast this time.
Directly Sacrificing them also served to replenish some of the energy he'd expended saving the horses.
At this moment, Dismas also dragged the captive back.
"Lord, something is wrong. These people are Slave Catchers."
Upon hearing this, Lance frowned. He had long suspected the identity of this bandit gang; after all, ordinary bandits could barely afford a full set of armor, let alone all be mounted.
