Chapter 545
Clank—
As he twisted the hilt, he felt the clasp securing the greatsword release. Ian tilted the greatsword diagonally to the side and slowly drew it.
Schwing—
The cloak slid smoothly down the back of the blade without snagging, and finally, the fang-like, pointed tip of the sword was fully revealed.
Clip-clop, clip-clop—
As Moro charged forward with its head lowered, Ian held the greatsword in one hand, tilted it diagonally, and stared ahead. Beyond the billowing, wavelike fog, the battlefield was becoming clearer. There was still a considerable distance, but that wasn't a problem. Ian's eyesight was already on par with an eagle's.
"Hold them back! Maintain the formation so they don't break through!"
"Get out there, you cowards! Keep shaking like that and you’re all dead!"
"Aaargh! Cut it off! Cut it off quickly—"
Armed guards formed a semicircle around the cargo wagons that were clustered haphazardly on the side of the road. Most of the spear-wielding men looked like porters, but in any case, this was not a scale a single merchant would command.
Are they three groups traveling together?
The figures standing sparsely on top of the cargo wagons, in the highest and safest spots, were likely the merchants. It was impossible to tell whether they had been traveling together from the start or had joined up along the way, not that it mattered much.