Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game Chapter 46.1: Unconventional Battle

"No… No! Stop! Stop right there!" Jorges Andres shouted furiously.

He tried to move his body, wanting to dismount and break through the magic barrier to stop those mercenaries, but he couldn't. The effect of the magical trap hadn't ended yet, and neither he nor his horse could budge an inch from their original positions. Moreover, his voice couldn't be heard by anyone outside the barrier.

With weapons drawn, the mercenaries maintained their loose formation—the sort that could easily be dispersed by a few coordinated cavalrymen—as they passed by the edge of the magic barrier.

"These things sure can run. To think they could flee so deep into the wilderness."

"I'm so tired of this godforsaken place. Let's finish this business and go back for a drink or two…"

Andres's eyes went red, and he trembled slightly.

Andres had only received a narrow-minded education focused on etiquette, respect, and chivalry meant for the "upper class" since he was a child, and he had never thought to pay attention to those undignified lower-class people. But at the very least, Andres wasn't the kind of person who would ignore the "cries he could hear."

He had seen the commoners in the weaving district twice before, and he even remembered the faces of a few individuals. It was impossible for Andres to remain indifferent while witnessing the brutal slaughter of those people at such close quarters. No one with even a shred of humanity could achieve such indifference.

"Black mage!"

Yang Qiu, leisurely flipping through a book, slightly raised his head to meet the furious knight's gaze.

"Why are you getting mad at me, young man?" Yang Qiu said with a slight smile. "Who among us can claim to have never stood by and watched tragedy unfold before our eyes before?"

"Nonsense!"

"Utter rubbish!"

Outraged soldiers of the Holy Legion, equally shocked and furious at the events unfolding outside the barrier, began to curse.

"Alright, let me rephrase it then." Yang Qiu, still sitting comfortably in his chair, showed no intention of standing up.

…