But it was already too late; outside the entrance of the mine tunnel, flames surrounded from all sides, with heavy footsteps and the clash of metal weapons echoing from every fork in the road simultaneously.
Rodrick led several Wizards through the abandoned mine tunnel, charging left and right, narrowly avoiding being trapped at the forks by the tribe warriors several times, yet each time forcefully swinging his hammer to open a bloody path.
He broke through two lines of blockade in succession, with an arrow grazing his shoulder, leaving a shallow groove of blood.
But whenever he tried to break out towards the perimeter of the mining area, he would always be suppressed by the aura of a Level 4 Powerhouse from ahead, forcing him back into the depths of the mine tunnel.
He gritted his teeth and held his Warhammer horizontally in front of him, with a knife-like gaze showing true solemnity for the first time.
This was not merely an ordinary patrol chase, but a premeditated hunt.
