Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 185: Big Trouble

Chapter 185: Big Trouble

Around 1,700 transport team members, still in shock, continued moving forward along the road.

Most of them looked panicked, still trembling from fear, some even injured, resembling a large pack of stray dogs.

Hawk, leading the group, wore a grim expression.

In his hand, he held an ordinary sword; as for his beloved set of equipment, Beelzebub had stripped him of it entirely.

Rubbing his aching chest, he recalled Beelzebub's explosive power during that swift and overwhelming attack, and he gritted his teeth, saying:

"This time, you didn't kill me. You'll regret it later!"

The knights who had lost their horses followed behind him, faces filled with shame.

Before they lost the effects of Water Walking, they had been trapped in the mud pit, nearly drowning, but were saved by their hidden enemies.

As for their weapons, equipment, and warhorses, they were "voluntarily donated" to those wretched creatures.

Burning with rage, Hawk cautiously scanned the mist for any sign of lurking enemies.

He was deeply concerned that Bay Territory might go back on their word and come to deliver a fatal blow.

Hungry, tired, and exhausted, they could barely maintain their speed. By midday, they had only managed to cover 30 kilometers.

At that point, they should have stopped to eat and rest, regaining their strength before continuing, but with death looming over them, everyone pushed forward, gritting their teeth.

Perhaps, in their minds, reaching the camp would mean the end of their current crisis.

As they continued their journey, a series of hurried footsteps came from behind.

Immediately, the group grew tense, with several people shouting:

"The murlocs are coming! Run, everyone!"

Before Hawk could calm the group, the panic-stricken men fled down the road once again.

Their mad dash even swept along the exhausted elite soldiers, who were dragged along by the chaos of the cart drivers, fleeing eastward at full speed.

Ten minutes later.

Caught in the chaos, they lost their last bit of strength and began to collapse one by one.

Only the soldiers remained standing; though hungry and weary, they still had some energy left.

Under Hawk's leadership, they seized the moment, running ahead while the others were defenseless, leaving them behind.

Hawk had thought things through.

Aside from the 30 personal guards he led and the 300 elite soldiers from the Carlisle family who had suffered minimal losses, everyone else was dead weight.

Hawk could abandon them without any guilt.

Even if they couldn't slow down the enemy's pursuit, they could at least buy them a little more time.

By shedding this burden, Hawk could lead the soldiers to the camp at a faster pace.

He had already rehearsed his story in his mind.

He would claim that he and the soldiers had fought valiantly, escaping the enemy's encirclement by sheer luck, and rushed to the camp to report.

As for the supplies and cart drivers, how could they compare to the safety of the camp?