Seeing the fallen and dead guards, listening to Keith's deep voice.
The remaining few guards had solemn expressions, filled with tension.
Several guards had long since drawn the guard longswords from their belts, their eyes scanning the dark forest flanking the carriage convoy.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh~
Thud thud~
Arrows occasionally shot out from the dark forest.
Blocked and cut down by the guards using their longswords.
Arrows thudded into the wooden carriage, emitting a deep sound as they embedded into the wood.
Sitting inside the carriage, Megan's beautiful brow was furrowed, her body tightly pressed against the edge, concealing herself.
To avoid being hit by the shooting arrows...
However.
The convoy had not traveled more than a few dozen meters.
The sound of reining in horses, 'Whoa', rang out from Keith and the guards.
Feeling the carriage slowing down, eventually coming to a halt.
Megan quickly shouted from inside the carriage.
"Keith, what's happening?"
