If it were any ordinary armored cavalry, facing such a predicament, they could only be helpless.
After all, heavily equipped, they couldn't outrun nor strike effectively.
But Losa is no ordinary man.
He raised his hand, and a cluster of flames suddenly ignited in his palm. The flame magic, empowered by the [King of Volcanoes], turned the fireball in his hand into something as large as a basin.
"Golden dogs, prepare to die!"
Under the terrified gazes of the ambusher cavalry, Losa chuckled, and directly threw the fireball technique he'd learned from Anna over these days.
Although this world's Song Jin differs from the one before.
Losa harbored no sympathy whatsoever for these Jins who stormed out from the remote mountains, pillaging, burning, and committing nothing short of atrocities.
