Thick black smoke emitted a choking smell, amidst smoke pillars, flames, and writhing vines, the thrush sang sharply.
Amidst the ruins and broken floor tiles, the vines as thick as wrists had shrunk to the thickness of thumbs.
Half a wheel was left leaning by the roadside, on the roofs on both sides of the vine walls, mercenaries holding crossbows aimed at the running Knights.
But this speed was far from hitting the Extraordinary Knights; up close, they were deflected by longswords, and even if occasionally hit, the arrows would merely get stuck in their armor.
The arrowhead only pierced the skin, and a few drops of blood flowed out from the capillaries.
The Extraordinary Knights who were shot at by crossbows laughed and put nooses around the necks of civilians, dragging them back and forth on the ground.
