Apparently, the Niflgaard soldiers also thought their reinforcements had arrived.
But they didn't have the keen hearing of a Demon Hunter to detect something unusual in the cacophony of hoofbeats.
So, as the hoofbeats grew closer, an archer with a Niflgaard Short Sword continued to advance toward Dandelion.
Soon, the archer stood atop the small slope where the poet hid, looking down at him with mockery and malice.
As if watching an old hen about to go into the pot.
At that moment, Dandelion had just picked up another stone, ready to pop his head out and throw it.
He looked up and met the gaze of the archer.
In that instant, the poet, who had never experienced any battle, surprisingly showed some quick wit.
He erupted with the truest emotions of his life, pointing behind the archer with an expression of immense surprise.
But the archer only sneered coldly, taking step after step down from the top of the slope.
