"You just want the goods! There's no need to kill!"
"Hmph!"
The rider astride his horse swung his long spear, snorting as he spoke, "Now you say that? It's too late!"
Before his voice faded, the rider's legs clamped fiercely. The horse beneath him accelerated instantly, its long spear thrusting out with added force.
"PFFT!"
The long spear pierced the speaker's chest, lifting him high before slamming him onto the grass.
After hitting the ground, his body twitched and then fell silent.
"Sixth Brother!"
Someone from among the commoners roared in grief and rage, "Let's fight them!"
"Kill!"
"Killing one isn't a loss, killing two is a profit! Brothers, don't be scared, let's go at them together!"
Though the crowd shouted incessantly, trying to boost morale, it was futile to bridge the gap in strength between the two sides. Among the City Guards, there were several Knight's Attendants, and even a top expert among their ranks.
