[Freezing Spell]
Immediately within two seconds after the opposing team launched their lightning spell, Jadka managed to finish casting a spell too. A layer of ice-blue mist clung to the tip of his smoking wand, quickly covering it with a thin layer of frost.
Beast Seven, who was charging in the front, couldn't help but feel puzzled. This was a waste of a damage-reduction skill that took an intermediate amount of time to cool down.
But such a trivial matter was inconsequential. He was quite confident in his combat abilities. As long as their knight...
Where's their knight?
Woosh! Woosh! Woosh! Woosh! Woosh!
The sound of tearing air came from not far away. Looking up, Beast Seven saw that the enemy knight did not charge foreword, but rather remained at a standstill on his mount with a sword drawn—standing like... a sheep.
Behind him was a winged half-orc woman holding a box-shaped object and continuously firing rounds of golden, plate-like, aromatic ammo at him!
