- Come on, the guards are being squeezed and they need our help. - Said Keirin opening the door to the carriage.
Watching the light elf get out of the carriage, Fel cast a glance at Trey, who did not move, sighing, she went after Keirin.
The head of the caravan guard peered at the robbers and as he feared, as soon as the robbers began to be pushed, other gang members who were stronger than others came out. But what bothered him the most was that unlike other robbers, they fought as one and had good attacking techniques, both magic and weapons.
- Were we unlucky enough to attract the attention of that gang? - Oteu said anxiously, heading towards the combatants.
The dark elf who was following the head of the caravan guard could not help but hear Oteu's words and hear the growing panic in his voice.
- That gang? Do you know who attacked us? - The dark elf asked in surprise, following Oteu.
Absorbed in his thoughts and watching the fight in every possible way, he did not answer the dark elf's question. Oteu cast a glance at Naur, in which it was felt that the head of the caravan had made a decision.
- Take your spells on me and keep me as far away from the center of the battle as possible, your spells may be required by other magicians. Oteu said sternly.
Naur, listening to the words, wanted to repeat his question, but when he saw that Oteu did not intend to answer his questions, he silently applied spells on him.
Feeling how his hearing became sharper and his steps became faster, the head of the guard applied the spells of earthly fetters towards the robbers who were crowding the guards.
Earth shackles was one of the strongest spells of Oteu, they wrapped around the legs and arms of the victim, not allowing her to move and pulling her to the ground, many robbers fell to their knees and feeling their hands and feet begin to stretch into the ground itself.
Someone tried to dispel the spells that paralyzed them, who allowed the earth to dip their hands and feet into the ground and tried to escape from under it.
The guards saw the spells and felt their confidence grow stronger, yes, the enemy was strong, but once the head of the guard entered the battle, there was a chance to defeat the attackers.
Oteu, unlike them, did not feel such joy, releasing another spell aimed at the robbers who were on their knees. He tried to strengthen the earth in those places where the robbers fell under the influence of his spell and not allowing them to escape from the earthly shackles. Clutching his axe with his hands , he began to walk with quick steps towards the robbers when a couple of steps remained before them , steps were heard from the center of the caravan . Oteu, looking around expecting to see the half-elf, was surprised to see his servant and the girl instead. It was clear from them that they were ready for battle.
- Fel you take the left side I take the right don't let them break out of the ground attack with all the spells you own. - Keirin spoke in a serious voice.
Listening to the words of the light elf Oteu, he nodded according to her words, he could not keep these two spells active for a long time.
- Chief of Security, we will detain them, but how much longer can you maintain these spells? - Keirin asked Oteu.
She saw how these spells greatly exhaust the head of the guard and she wanted to know the exact time after which these robbers would break free.
- Another five or six minutes, but they're trying so hard to get away that I'm not sure. - Oteu replied in a tense voice, not taking his eyes off the attackers.
Listening attentively to Oteu's words, Keirin understood that it was necessary to deal with opponents as quickly as possible. She didn't want to risk letting these bandits get out of the spell's grip. Her blade began to shimmer with different colors of ice and chopped cross to cross with her sword, directing a mixed attack towards the robbers.
When the attacks of the Keirin reached the robbers, it was seen how parts of their bodies became absorbed by the ice and under the influence of the wind they began to crack and cracks began to pass through the ice. It was seen how body parts began to fall away from various robbers who watched in a paralyzed way as parts of their bodies gradually crack and fall away, they did not feel anything, there was no pain because the nerve endings were also frozen. Others who have not yet fallen under the influence of this strange spell began to try even more actively to escape from the ground.
Roald and Pelori, who were fighting against a light elf and a dark elf, felt a strong spell emanating from the center of the caravan. Roald broke into a predatory smile, throwing his weapon, which was a spear, comfortably in his hands, looked at the two guards.
It was Fege and Yehil who had already spent all their magic and were fighting using their weapon skills. Both had serious injuries on their bodies, Fege had a deep incision running from the left shoulder to the right waist.
Her hands were shaking, she felt how these two robbers were playing with them and what looks both robbers were throwing at her. She understood that defeat from them would bring her pain much more than a blow with a sword or a spell. Yehil held on with the last of his strength if Fege had cuts.
The dark elf suffered more, he was missing a couple of fingers on his left hand and the right one was broken and hanging along his waist when he tried to block the thug's blow, he heard a crunch and, not believing his eyes, his hand was hanging and there was a strong pain along it. The right eye saw worse after the blow of a thin man and the left eye began to water from the fact that he could not blink. He tried to hold his weapon with his left hand, but he felt it slip out soaked in his blood.
- I'll go see who's there. - Suddenly the big man spoke to the thin one.
As Fage and the dark elf could understand, he was the leader of this gang and the one standing next to him was his assistant. They did not expect that the robbers in these places are so strong. They had no excuse that they were not ready or other robbers exhausted them. No, they were weak against these two, these two did not use spells, which further dealt a blow to the feelings of Fege and Yehil.
- Kill the dark elf, and leave the light elf alive, the guys haven't had a pillow in the form of a light elf for a long time. - Looking from Yehil to Fege, Roald spoke.
Feeling the eyes of both robbers on her, she wanted to kill herself, she did not understand what the pillow meant, but she understood the rest perfectly well and she was ready to kill herself but not go with them to their camp.
- Okay, but she'll be mine first. - Pelori spoke in a cheerful voice, devouring the light elf with his gaze.
Roald nodded and turned and headed to the center of the caravan, he was not afraid of an attack by an elf or a dark elf, they were already on the verge and were not able to harm him.
Heading to the center of the caravan, no one prevented Roalu from walking, gang members were visible here and there, someone was injured, someone searched the carriages in search of jewelry, the merchants were knocked down in one circle, it was clear that they accepted fate, all had their heads down. Roald liked what he saw, everything was going according to plan as always.
Approaching the center of the caravan, he saw a man holding a two-handed axe and next to him a human girl and a light elf if Fege was beautiful, then this one looked like a goddess who had descended to earth. Roald found himself a new pillow, ignoring the gang members who were trying to break out of the spell. He began to slowly approach the light elf, he felt that he was attracted to her and he wanted to possess her.
Seeing a large figure moving towards them, Oteu looked intently at the man who was moving towards them with a calm step, he approached according to the description of the surviving merchants who were attacked by a gang of robbers. He felt that he would not be able to resist this man, his spell was already beginning to weaken, turning his gaze to the girls, he saw how Fel began to sweat heavily and she had a broken breath, she was not used to such battles, the light elf, on the contrary, shone on the battlefield, she moved like a white shadow dissecting the robbers, not paying attention to the figure at all which was moving towards her.
Fel tried to attack the newcomer, hitting him in the side, she hoped to inflict a wound on him, but with an invisible speed for her blocked the blow and with the other hand hit the girl's chest with her hand, which made her take a couple of steps back. She felt like she was hit by a knight in full armor, but instead the man against her was dressed in rags.
Feeling something dripping from her lips, she ran her free hand over them without taking her eyes off the man, raising her hand to eye level, she saw that her fingers were all covered in blood. Fel distanced herself from the man by standing next to the head of security, looking at him in anticipation that he would intervene.