Windur danced around the intruders. The smooth way Zich’s weird-looking sword moved around gave onlookers an odd feeling. However, Zich’s opponents didn’t have the luxury to think about such matters.

Clang! Clang!

Even if it was weird-looking, Windur’s tips were pointy while the mana inside it was strong. Moreover, its swinging noise was almost sharp enough to slice a body in two. However, the intruders were also resisting very well.

‘They are of pretty high levels.’

They weren’t even that many of them: six in total. But each of them was strong enough to be the leader of a group of robed figures. One of them was especially strong—comparable to the leader who used a string sword in the tourist city, Violuwin. No, actually, the figure in front of him seemed to be on a higher level, and unlike last time, Zich couldn’t use all of his mana.

Claang!

“Tch!” Zich grabbed his numb hand and took a couple of steps back.

‘He is definitely above me in terms of skills.’

Their difference in levels became more apparent after they clashed swords a few more times. On top of that, Zich was handling the ‘especially strong one’ with two other intruders while Hans and Snoc were blocking three opponents by themselves.

‘If this was a normal situation, I would be risking my life and preparing...