I pulled out the Fascination scroll this time.
The type of the spell didn’t even matter. Anyway, any spell that could affect their horses would do. There was no other reason why I was taking on this risky gamble.
Just as I was casting spells on their horses, they might cast some on our horse.
However, Dyrus said clearly that the Coalition used up almost all their scrolls in this war.
And none of them were magicians.
I thought that even if they had a scroll book, they wouldn’t have any more spells in them and it turned out to be the truth. The war was over and they couldn’t get replacements for the scrolls they used and they obviously didn’t have any more in stock.
Most of them probably had attack spells in their scroll books that would have an intuitive immediate effect and they probably used up all of them. I started this gamble believing that.
My guess was right.
The horses toppled over after being affected by the low-level magic, causing the knights riding on them to come rolling down to the ground. Those that didn’t manage to land properly were highly likely to die by breaking their necks.
Some may have died.
I didn’t actively think about the fact that I might have killed them, as they were trying to kill me.
Guilt, remorse or justifications for my actions didn’t even occur to me at that point.
I had to do everything I could. I had no other thoughts but that. The situation was so urgent that all my judgement seemed to have focused on only this single point.
All concerns regarding ethics and values were put off until later. Not consciously, but unconsciously.
However, I didn’t have any more mental magic I could use to knock them all down
There were two pursuers still chasing after us with rage filling their eyes.
The horse we rode was already far over its limits. It was now slower than it was before I placed Haste on it.
“They’ll catch up to us.”
Dyrus shouted in a desperate voice. The horse was exhausted and there were two knights, who witnessed their comrades fall down, still chasing after us from afar with killing intent so sharp pointed at us that it really felt like I was getting cut.
The horse now started to just trudge, while the knights’ horses followed us at a frightening speed. Dyrus clenched his teeth and pulled out his sword, however it didn’t seem like he thought he could win.
Was this the end?
And then, I saw a long line of wagons and soldiers watching this chase.
There was also the procession of those demon prisoners that seemed to go on forever.
And I saw the eyes of those demons looking at me.
From Goblins to Trolls and unarmed Ogres, Orcs and countless other unknown types of demons.
All these demons were watching this commotion.
They were looking at me.
Not even a single word was exchanged between us.
I didn’t say anything to them.
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