Swish! Swish! Two green daggers cut through the air, perfectly hitting their targets—the heads of the two bronze-ranked warriors.
With shock and confusion in their eyes, they fell, dead.
"Lucy, dispose of the bodies," Ossa instructed the omega before swiftly vanishing to search for his new targets.
Thirty warriors, most of them in the iron rank, were dispatched into the forest, while the rest went into the towns. Out of this thirty, Ossa had taken care of two, quickly heading towards the next group.
...
"Hey, be on guard. I heard the Crimson Blood could not handle the necromancer and his minion. They could still be out here," a four-ray iron-ranked warrior exclaimed, his aura erupting, licking the air like a tongue of flame.
"If you are that paranoid, then wear your armet too," his comrade who walked beside him joked, as he didn't believe in such rumors.
