The gate opened once more, and the opposition hadn't expected that they would choose to charge out again.
"There are so few of them, only a hundred people. Surround them."
"No, the leader's order was to drag them out. They are not as fast as us."
Upon hearing this, those who were initially eager to encircle began to slowly speed up and retreat instead. They thought that, by relying on their superior speed to "kite" the enemy, they could inflict significant losses on them.
But as the two sides drew closer, they realized something was wrong.
"Damn it, how are they so fast? Release arrows, release them quickly."
The bandits were frightened, but shooting arrows from the back of a shaking horse was already difficult, and the darkness made their aim even more inaccurate. Occasionally some arrows did hit, but they were interfered with by the winds swirling around.
"Impressive, the Priest truly is the darling of the battlefield."
