Fake mages consumed their mana upon casting a spell, so they had to choose their weapons carefully, or they would waste their strength for nothing.
The Eyes of Menadion spotted several people ahead of the caravan, many of them with a mana core above the orange and a few armed with magical weapons and alchemical tools.
Lith performed a deep scan for cloaking items or unusual life forces, but shared none of his findings with the other magicos.
The attack started the moment the caravan reached a sharp left curve that forced the horses to slow down, exactly as Lith expected. A large tree in front of the caravan fell with a loud noise that covered the sound of flying arrows and bolts of ice.
Lightning wands would produce bright flashes impossible to miss and might set the carriages aflame, destroying their precious cargo.
"Now!" Lith yelled at the top of his lungs the moment the tree started to tilt, his voice reaching far beyond the back of the caravan.
If not for his timely warning, many people would have died before the fight even began, and a few of them died anyway. Only the magicos who had prepared wind and ice shields managed to save the civilians they were tasked to protect.
Earth magic conjured a much sturdier protection, but it was also slower, and failed to cover anyone but the magicos until it was too late.
’Amateurs.’ Lith inwardly sighed.
"Don’t stop! Don’t try to turn around! Keep moving forward!" A wave of his hand conjured two stone pillars at the roadside, lifting the fallen tree high enough to clear the path.
When the second tree fell, cutting off the only escape route that the caravan was supposed to have, the bandits cursed their bad luck. They couldn’t follow a trotting horse for long, and those attacking from the rear were left in the dust and had to run just not to lose sight of their companions.
"Not so fast!" Hegron, the unit leader, threw a Fire Seed far ahead of the road, conjuring an explosion on par with a tier three Fireball.
The bang and the raging fire scared the horses so much that the caravan stopped abruptly and a few carriages toppled over.
"Now! Don’t let anyone escape! Either they surrender or die!" Hegron said as he charged forward.
"Quiet." A word from Lith and a touch of Tiamat Fear calmed the panicked horses immediately. "Stay."
He stepped down from the carriage while raising his blade. The fight was too chaotic and too many people were running around to use a wand from that distance. Lith pretended to be wary of his enemies, but he was just baiting them to reveal their true prowess.
A man covered in winter camouflage garb that left only his green eyes exposed bolted at Lith with a rapier in one hand and a poisoned dagger in the other.
’Is he really this weak, or is he just wearing a cloaking item like me?’ Lith parried both lunges and was amazed to discover the person in front of him truly was an orange-cored human.
"Next." Lith said.
The bandit pivoted on the balls of his feet to ride the momentum of the parry and unleash more attacks before Lith could react, but a flash from the wand and a bolt of ice put an end to the bandit’s life.
"I said next!" Lith shot in the back whoever dared ignore him and tossed the bandit’s corpse at Hergron to intercept a second Fire Seed.
The ensuing explosion was too far from the caravan to threaten the soldiers and covered the road with gore, making the bandits slip.
’If these guys are just regular humans, I need them alive to interrogate them. I don’t care about delivering the cargo. If I find the head of the snake, I can cut it. Then the body will wither, and Keyla’s standing as Ghishal’s ruler will be safe.’
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