With a sweep of his longsword, Spencer deflected the crossbow bolts and with his left hand, he conjured magic in mid-air.
Fireballs shot out like a string of pearls, heading towards every window.
Bang! Bang! Bang!!
The fireballs exploded, sparks flying off in all directions.
It immediately went quiet in the stone house.
No more crossbow bolts were shot from the windows, nor did anyone dare to show themselves.
Cre-eak--!
Spencer pushed open the door and walked in with big strides.
The decoration inside the stone tower was tolerable, just that some black scorch marks were apparent near the windows.
At the staircase location of the stone tower.
Seven bandits were nervously gripping their weapons, their eyes fixated on Spencer.
"What the hell are you? How dare you step foot on human territory, aren't you afraid of starting a race war?" roared the tyrant hiding behind his subordinates.
A creature that looked somewhat human, but not quite.
It made their hearts tremble.
