The kingdom's elite warriors—
'Whish—'
The arrow rain was already upon them, all the knights on horseback leaned slightly back, with arrows clinking and clanking off their bodies. In fact, those arrows began to deform even before reaching them—a barely noticeable golden light extended in the direction of the arrows' advance, and by the time the arrows broke through this aura and hit everyone, they had already lost most of their force.
"It's magic!"
"It's the Conflict Aura... there are Holy Temple Knights among the enemy!" The direction of the White Lion Legion erupted in cries.
Camer felt his mind go blank the moment an arrow hit him, but as he shook his head and looked up, he saw amidst the torrent of arrows, the infantry regiment clad in white heavy armor at the front of the formation was breaking away from the main force.
Facing countless flying arrows.
They're attracting fire…
Camer swallowed dryly, suddenly feeling his throat become a bit dry.
