Although Mort was seriously injured right now, the recent encounter with the town sheriff of Flashgold Town had been beyond his expectations. The man had possessed a rare luminestone weapon, making it difficult for Mort's wounds to heal at the moment. But killing these ordinary people in front of him was just a matter of counting seconds.
In the eyes of the Night Watchmen, they only saw the figure in the black robe clutching his abdomen with one hand, while the other started to wrap in black flames. Then his figure flashed, and he rapidly advanced toward them.
"Fire the arrows!!"
Suddenly, a dense shower of arrows was directed at the Black Flame Mage Mort.
Mort's figure quickly darted left and right, continuing to rush forward. Despite the pain of his injuries, he easily dodged the arrows, and not one of the more than ten Night Watchmen's arrows hit him!
"Whoosh!"
The Black Flame Mage, Mort, was now within an arm's reach!
