Reincarnated Maid is About To Be Captured by All Players

"Hey, one of them charged out."

"Probably a desperate last stand. Pointless struggle. Leave a few people to hold him off. Our target is Amaryllis; we don't have time to waste on him."

The charging adventurers exchanged a few words. Since that guy didn't bring Amaryllis with him in the breakout, there was no need to pay attention.

However, the arcane missiles fired from the rear were rather strange. Originally, the arcane missiles were meant to coordinate with the archers for suppressive fire, but all the arcane missiles were actually targeting the knight who charged out.

Close range was fine, but how could long-distance arcane missiles possibly hit a knight with a mount? They kept missing wildly, a complete waste.

"What the hell are you shooting at?!"

The front-line adventurers couldn't help but roar. They had coordinated many times and had no reason to make such basic mistakes. There were no complete newbies in the formation; there were usually experienced veteran players to tell them what to do. Arcane missiles were supposed to fill the gap when archers were changing arrows, yet they ran off to attack a knight of little value?

"No! I have this feeling... I must prioritize attacking that taunting knight!"

"Taunt? Were you taunted? What kind of taunt could reach this far..."

As they spoke, the charging cavalry gradually changed direction, unanimously rushing toward that knight.

Taunt possessed mandatory behavioral compulsion that ignored personal will. Instantly, all the cavalry received the influence of the taunt.

Sharp-eyed players saw the golden apple in the knight's hand.

"It's a [Golden Apple]! He has a [Golden Apple]!"

"[Golden Apple]...! A specialty item from Arcadia? Archers! Shoot down that guy's [Golden Apple]!"

The Black Eagle Mercenary Group was well-informed and immediately understood what was happening. To remove the [Golden Apple]'s taunt, there were usually only three methods: kill the [Golden Apple] holder, separate the [Golden Apple] from the holder, or have the holder voluntarily cancel it. Since the [Golden Apple]'s taunt was continuous, it could immediately reapply even if dispelled, and with its extremely wide range, it was quite an annoying item.

But only the taunting feature was prominent. Normal taunt skills would add some defense to oneself, or provide continuous health regeneration or damage reduction to prevent instant death. The [Golden Apple]'s taunt had none of that. Some people jokingly called it the real man's choice: wear the thinnest armor and take the most vicious beatings. For origınal chapters go to novｅlfire.net

The archers redirected their aim, with numerous targeted skills locking onto the knight.

But the knight roared, stirring up fierce winds around him that forcefully knocked down the incoming arrows.

"That's... [Fearless Charge]?! Knight friend ahead! You're definitely not some nameless nobody! Is there some misunderstanding between us?"

[Fearless Charge] was an advanced magic that could only be activated while mounted, a practical skill combining high damage, rapid assault, and attack evasion that fully utilized a mount's advantages. The drawback was its extreme dependence on the mount, as the burden was basically borne by the steed. After a knight used [Fearless Charge], they should enter a period of weakness, but the distance hadn't closed much, so it must be a fine horse. As they say, a good horse matches a hero; the knight on its back was definitely no weakling, so the Black Eagle Mercenary Group attempted to reconcile with him.

"Since you asked so sincerely, I'll mercifully tell you all! I am Sir Ivanhoe of Smylie!"

"Ivanhoe of Smylie? What benefit could an adventurer from Azrael gain by obstructing our Kingdom of Michel mission?"

"A lady needs my help; how could I stand by and watch!"

The adventurers secretly groaned. Why did they have to encounter this guy famous for his abnormal brain? The key was that he ran incredibly fast. Logically, their mounts weren't inferior horses either, but to compete in speed with a truly wind-treading swift horse was rather flattering to themselves.

"Damn it, I can't control my urge to shoot him in the face?!"

"Ugh... you successfully disgusted me..."

"I'm gonna shoot the hell out of him!!!"

"Maintain formation! Don't break ranks!"

"But my own feet are urging me to walk that way!"

"What are you all doing? Chasing one man with such enthusiasm?"

"Which eye of yours saw us being enthusiastic? Quick, tell those outside not to come this way; someone activated a group taunt!"

"Shit, archers! Use your AOE magic already! Are you saving it to hatch eggs?!"

"Mages! Use ice walls to block him! Quick!"

In less than a minute, Sir Ivanhoe had torn a huge gap in the Black Eagle Mercenary Group's tight formation.

The adventurers who had been toyed with by Sir Ivanhoe's [Golden Apple] could no longer endure it and petitioned their organization to beat up Sir Ivanhoe to vent their frustration. Seeing that they were held up by Sir Ivanhoe and couldn't break free, the other adventurers of the Black Eagle Mercenary Group could only helplessly change their battle plan.

Fortunately, they seemed to have only one mount. If so, they could definitely catch up. Not all players skilled in riding were being held down by Sir Ivanhoe; the Black Eagle Mercenary Group had no shortage of manpower.

"Report! Large numbers of players appeared ahead!"

"What's their banner?"

"Uh, a maid's headband...?"

"Anna's Support Group?!"

[Morale -1%]

"Worthy of Anna's Support Group, easily accomplishing what other guilds cannot—just announcing their name drops morale."

"Is this the time to be impressed? Keep the morale buffs coming! All our people are rushing this way; they can't possibly escape!"