The rebels and their mercenaries advanced onto the distracted Orders of the Winter and Snow like a wave. More and more gunshots sounded as the mercenaries dealt with more serious opponents.
But even distracted, the magi of the orders were dangerous. Here and there, the mercenaries met resistance, and some of them were wounded or even killed by the ice spells of the enemies.
And the farther the mercenaries advanced, the more opponents were ready to fight against them. The shots of the revolvers were so loud that they drew attention from everybody.
Even the fighting magisters have heard it.
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Some time ago, when Melchior fell to the ground, everybody was near-convinced that he was a goner. Benedictus lunged after him, about to pin him to the ground with his ice spear like a butterfly—to the horror or cheers of the several magi who could see this happening.
