Chapter 129: Experienced Enemies
The moment Adam Smith was attacked, the four burly clay golems stepped in front of him.
They raised their fists, letting the weapons strike their bodies, sparks flying, without hesitation trading blow for blow.
This was the golems' combat style!
However, the attackers were prepared for the clay golems!
One of them pulled out a scroll emitting a strong magical glow from his pocket and skillfully tore it open!
Fifth-circle spell—Mass Slow!
Even the clay golems, which had decent magic resistance, were affected by the Mass Slow spell.
Their previously agile movements became sluggish, like snails.
The other attackers deftly avoided the golems' slow strikes, grinning savagely as they stabbed Adam Smith!
Four or five sharp daggers pierced through Adam Smith, leaving him riddled with wounds. The high bounty for his assassination was what drove these attackers to risk it all!
But, instead of showing any pain, Adam Smith grinned back at them!
His entire body began to shatter into pieces!
Intense flames roared down from the sky!
With a loud explosion.
The spot where Adam Smith had stood was instantly engulfed in rolling flames.
The attackers, unable to escape in time, only had a moment to display fear before they were consumed by the destructive power of the fireball spell!
The broken remains of five assassins were revealed as the smoke cleared.
"Adam Smith has been attacked!"
"Nobody move!"
The panicked guards were about to rush over when Captain Mellen shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Adam Smith is fine! Don't panic!"
As he spoke, Captain Mellen opened the nearby carriage door, revealing a smirking Adam Smith inside.
Seeing that Adam Smith was unharmed, everyone in the camp breathed a sigh of relief, though they still felt a lingering fear.
Adam Smith's importance couldn't be overstated—the Thorn Caravan's operations relied on his leadership.
If he had been seriously injured or killed.
The camp's defensive capabilities would have dropped by at least 30%.
Adam Smith stood up, his face serious as he addressed everyone:
"We've been attacked! These are ruthless killers, and everyone needs to stay alert! If you fall into their hands, death will be the best thing you could hope for!"
"All soldiers, prepare for battle!"
"All refugees, get into the tents as quickly as possible!"
"Mount the crossbows on the walls. They dared to attack me? Let's knock their teeth out!"
Now fully awake, the soldiers immediately ordered the refugees to return to their tents.
They kept a vigilant eye on everyone, knowing that the attack on Adam Smith right under their noses was a slap in the face to all the guards. With urgency, they quickly forced all the refugees into their tents.
Then, filled with anger, they turned their attention to the oncoming enemy.
As the soldiers got into formation, more adventurers safely returned to the camp.
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