School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 168 --An Easy Battle

"What’s wrong?" Owen asked.

Isaac glanced around quietly and whispered, "Look at these horses, all of them are fine steeds known for their speed."

In the continent, while many beings utilize spellbeasts as mounts, the majority still rely on ordinary horses, as only a minority of powers can afford to use spellbeasts as mounts.

Owen hadn’t paid much attention to such details; he hardly noticed anything unless it involved spellbeasts, which could catch his eye.

Alerted by Isaac’s remark, he took a closer look and saw that these three horses were indeed glossy, with long legs, broad chests, and muscular builds, and their eyes were bright and spirited—truly three fine horses.

One of the horses was pawing at the ground, and Isaac glanced at it before saying, "These are all war horses, their hooves and horseshoes have just been replaced. I’ve seen many like them on the battlefield."

Owen looked at Isaac, surprised.

Isaac chuckled lightly, "My family owns a stable, and I’ve always been interested in military affairs, plus I’ve visited the logistics departments of various units, so naturally, I’ve seen them."

Owen didn’t respond but instead looked towards the eatery.

The three patrons inside, they all had war horses?

Isaac spoke urgently, "On our journey north, we’ve been walking, occasionally riding rock wolves. How many caravans have we seen? As soon as we arrive in Nebrilliance, they just happen to be here too. Isn’t that strange?"

Now, with the dragons and the angel race at war, caravans can hardly make any money, so they seldom travel this route.

Thinking about it, it indeed seemed odd.

"What do you mean?" Owen asked.

"They most likely have an agenda," Isaac stated firmly, "probably here to..."

He didn’t finish his sentence but instead drew his hand across his neck in a sawing motion

Owen inhaled softly, "Understood, let’s just take a quick look outside and head back."

A few steps out, a light flickered behind them.

Turning back, one of the three patrons came out, clutching his belly, "I need to use the latrine too. Haven’t you found it yet?"

Owen pointed towards the back of the eatery, "Haven’t found it yet. Wasn’t it said to be behind the noodle shop?"

"Follow me," the patron said and headed into an alley behind the eatery.

Night had fallen, and the residents kept their lights off, leaving everywhere shrouded in darkness.

The alley was flanked by walls no higher than seven feet, but the trees were tall, providing shade during the day and even more so at night, blocking out any light.

The wind howled, leaves rustled, and darkness enveloped everything, resembling a scene from a horror film.

In such a time and place, something was bound to happen.

After turning a couple of corners, Owen, keeping up with the briskly walking patron, asked, "How much longer? Why is the latrine so far?"

"Almost there, just up ahead."

"You seem quite familiar with this area," Owen stopped and said with a smile, "Do you often come here to squat?"

The patron turned around as well, "Are you coming or not? I’m in a hurry."

Owen and Isaac exchanged a whisper, inaudible to the patron, then Owen spoke up, "You don’t seem like merchants to me. Even in the army, it’s rare to see horses as fine as yours."

The patron scratched his head, "I was thinking the same about you. Who else would be traveling north at this time?"

His expression suddenly tightened, and he shouted, "Attack!"

As his scratching hand dropped, his wrist flipped, and with a "whoosh," a dart shot out from a hidden compartment, aimed straight at Owen’s face.

He had good eyesight, discerning that among the two, Owen held a higher status.

This sudden betrayal, in the pitch-dark alley, who would have noticed this hidden dart?

At the same time, one person from behind each of the low walls leaped towards Owen and Isaac.

From the beginning, their intention was to lure them in for the kill.

Owen had seen through them early on.

The leader was merely at the diamond-tier, and the other two disguised patrons were at the gold-tier level.

For these three to initiate an attack was akin to courting death.

Owen, mixing arcanergy in his grasp, caught the sleeve dart and yanked it fiercely.

The diamond-tier patron was taken aback, roaring, "Kill him..."

He hadn’t finished speaking when he felt a tremendous force from his body, propelling him violently towards Owen.

With a twist of arcanergy in Owen’s hand, a flash of golden light was followed by a streak of blood appearing on the neck of the diamond-tier patron.

A look of disbelief flashed in the eyes of the diamond-tier patron, not expecting Owen to be so formidable.

He didn’t seem like a being endowed with arcanergy.

Then he fell heavily to the ground, his eyes wide open, staring fixedly at Owen.

He exhaled and turned to find his next opponent, engaged in combat with Isaac.

This person was not only quick to react, immediately suppressing his discomfort with the darkness to engage in the fight, but also fiercely brave, clashing swords with Isaac twice, sparks flying in the dark.

Owen approached with a kick, timing it perfectly to exploit the gap left by the opponent’s sword strike, hitting him right in the ribs!

With the force of his kick, even a gold coin would burst apart, let alone a human body.

The man felt a sharp pain in his ribs, his body went numb, and his vision darkened as he bent over, spewing a large mouthful of fresh blood.

Isaac followed up with another strike, seizing the opportunity to chop off his head.

The last enemy had just raised his weapon to charge when Owen easily parried the attack.

Seeing his two companions already fallen and his opponents unharmed, he chose not to engage further and turned to flee.

Among the three, his combat strength wasn’t the highest, but he was certainly the fastest runner, darting two steps then using one hand to vault over a wall into someone’s yard, and twisting into another alley.

He had arrived in Nebrilliance before Owen and his group, thus more familiar with the layout.

Glancing back briefly, it seemed no one was in pursuit.

He hurried to report back, the situation here was more complex than expected.

Once the main force arrived, he planned to sever the heads of these few individuals and kick them around like balls.

However, just as he prepared to sprint again, a breeze brushed the back of his skull, and out of nowhere, a trident flew towards him, piercing straight through his chest.

Entering through the back and exiting the front, making a clean pass-through.

He staggered forward two more steps before falling dead to the ground.

How could the trident have hit him after he had already turned into the alley? Disbelief was etched on his face.

It was only after the man had ceased breathing entirely that Owen leisurely came over to pull the trident out.

Isaac, following behind, was also surprised.

He had clearly seen Owen throw the trident, but the enemy had already vaulted the wall, yet the trident curved mid-air, autonomously changing direction to pursue its target.

He had heard of arrows, throwing knives, or other arcanergy artifacts that could chase their targets, but he had never heard of a trident possessing such an effect.

Owen wiped the blood off the trident on the deceased’s clothes before storing it in his space ring.

Of course, the ability to pierce a fleeing enemy through the chest from a distance was courtesy of Owen’s mental control.

He found this more useful than archery.

Spirit power indeed was a valuable asset, and he planned to delve further into its potentials in the future.

"Let’s go back," Owen said.

The fact that the enemy wouldn’t even spare them during a visit to the latrine meant Berkeley and the others were certainly not safe.

However, Owen wasn’t overly concerned; Berkeley and his group were also skilled, and with a plethora of protective arcanergy artifacts, they weren’t easy targets.

The two hurried back, just reaching the mouth of the alley when suddenly, a loud explosion erupted from the east, illuminating all of Nebrilliance with its fire!

The explosion was so powerful that the ground beneath everyone’s feet trembled.

Owen’s face changed color— The tavern where the county magistrate was hosting Timothos seemed to be in that direction!

Inside the noodle shop, Berkeley and two patrons were chatting desultorily, both parties somewhat distracted.

At the moment of the explosion, the shopkeeper, who had just picked up a basin of water, spilled it, grabbing onto a pillar to prevent a fall.

Berkeley, Erin, and Nina instinctively turned towards the sound.

That’s when the two patrons drew their weapons and attacked.

However, just as they got within thirty centimeters of Berkeley, a thin layer of light barrier suddenly appeared in front of him, its surface covered in fine patterns resembling snake skin.

Their attack immediately slowed as if moving through thick mud.

This was Berkeley’s protective arcanergy artifact automatically activating.

Being an arraymancer, close combat was his weakest point, so his personal protection was meticulously arranged.

He instantly knew something was wrong, shouted loudly, and rushed to protect Erin and Nina.

Should these two princesses die here, not only would Owen tear him limb from limb, but no one in Nebrilliance would escape blame.

He threw the red thread wrapped around his hand forward, expanding into a net mid-air, ensnaring one of the enemies within.

This was another arcanergy artifact, similar to a fishing net, capable of trapping foes.

At that moment, the wind-blocking cloth curtain was suddenly lifted, startling everyone, only to see Owen and Isaac charging in, announcing, "We’ve taken care of three outside!"

What followed held no suspense, as the five of them pressured the remaining opponent into a one-on-one fight, swiftly overpowering him.

While Berkeley was beating him to a pulp, Owen had already picked up the net from the ground and demanded of the captive inside, "Explain yourself, what’s going on outside?"

The man laughed boisterously, "Your commanding officer has already gone to heaven waiting for you! My brothers are on their way to send you to join him!"

Berkeley and Owen exchanged glances, then pressed on, "How did you know when the grain convoy would pass through here?"

The grain convoy had only notified Nebrilliance to prepare one day in advance.