He could already hear the sound of the cavalry's hoofbeats.
The man with the black beard quickly withdrew his gaze and shouted to the others.
"Retreat! Quickly retreat!"
Upon hearing the black-bearded man's words, several shadowy men immediately withdrew from the soldiers in front.
Immediately.
Without looking back, they sprinted into the darkness outside the town.
Dorian furrowed his brows tightly, his right arm twisting as the hand holding the longsword now reversed its grip.
His arm bent, then suddenly exerted force, directly throwing the longsword outward.
In less than half a second.
The sharpened blade pierced directly into a spy's back before emerging from the chest.
The shadowy spy didn't even let out a scream, falling to the ground, lifeless.
The black-bearded man glanced back and continued running towards the distant darkness.
Right when Dorian hesitated over whether to mount his horse and pursue them.
Rumble rumble...
