Actually, most people did not understand the battle tonight.
The group of knights from the Tudor family who attacked were led by a certain illegitimate son who harbored hopes of returning to the clan. The few hundred of them were divided into two teams. One team would suppress the caravan with their arrow fire and extensive mobility around the perimeter, while the other would remain hidden in the shadows, ready to attack at any moment.
They had come here extremely well-prepared this time, and everyone also analyzed the situation beforehand. The trade caravan’s guards should all be from the Knights of the Inferno, but they were not riding proper warhorses. Furthermore, they were not wearing their heavy armor or carrying the Knights of the Inferno’s armaments. Therefore, if the Knights of Tudor were to really charge in, the nearly 300 of them, who were equipped with warhorses and armaments, would be enough to defeat this trade caravan.
As for Melgor, they naturally had considerations for him as well. The illegitimate son had already made a meticulous plan after taking his men to scout the battlefield yesterday. Once they broke through into the camp, they would immediately surround Melgor and kill him.
At that time, even if Melgor could recite a few spell incantations, it would still be worth sacrificing a few lives in exchange for killing a sorcerer.
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