Chapter 228: B3: C18: Old Friend
As the Silver Guardian raged against the Voracious Blood Beast, the royal son of the Windstorm Tribe stood on top of his scorpion and used his Wind Howl spell.
His mind recalled the runic text and mystic sayings from his Grimoire of the Windstorm Adept. He felt the rare traits from his royal heritage empower his spell, giving his voice a booming effect.
Prince Omar shouted with magic that kicked up some billowing gusts. He ordered his personal entourage, two hundred scorpions, a witch, and a hundred gardener orphans to back away from the gate.
He had to muster some bravery to make himself stand out and be heard. He also had to turn his back to the strident noise of silver magic clashing with bloody brute force.
Thankfully, his traveling group weren’t complete imbeciles and followed his instructions, the scorpions especially. That gave him some relief, but not much
He had many reasons to fear being too close to the conflict other than getting caught directly in the middle. He also feared getting caught in attacks from the nearest siege weapons looming over them on the massive wall. He also feared the patrols of powerful skeletons closing in from all angles.
Another factor of note was the ten young men and women standing within the gate. They had a presence of deadliness that differed from the striders and paladins.
The young ones wore dark armor that matched the black and dark red aesthetic of the evil village. They were watching the battle unfold while keeping their distance, as if they had other ways to deal with threats like the strongest gnoll in the world.
Perhaps they were waiting for the Dark Lord to make an appearance.