The Musafir

Land Raid; Refugee Attack

Can they be a heroic saga not only proclaimed in the White Wind College, but also throughout Tarumanagara in the future?

See how their robes, which were originally white like mega-mega, had turned as deep red as twilight after heavy rain. Look how they stood firm against the sword, though the hope of winning was very small.

Mantingan remembered Kiai Guru Kedai's next speech, which immediately made him blue:

“The great thing about a hero is he who keeps fighting hard even though defeat has been clearly emblazoned on the doorstep.”

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SUDDENLY hundreds of black shadows flashed out from within the forest. Tinkling on the roofs of buildings in the harbor. The hulubalang signaled for his troops to prepare, as well as signalling for Bajing to install Magic Throw.

Luminous characters spread around the inn. How the Mantang knew that the characters came from a trapping magic spell that was ignited by the Bajing.

So that when the black shadows emerging from the forest entered the spell circle, their bodies seemed to be overpowered by a large object. They could no longer move so freely.

"Attack with a throwing weapon!" Hulubalang shouted loudly. "Don't let any of them escape death!"

The warriors of the white masked army began throwing flying weapons of knives and needles towards the enemy below. Their position at the top gives them the flexibility to throw flying weapons.

The bastard on the lower floor of the inn also put up some invading magic spells. In an instant, the entire enemy army that was inside the magic circle instantly lost its life. But soon replaced again by enemies like endless coming.

"The trap spell is over!" Bajing sent whispers of wind to all the warriors on the roof of the inn, including Mantingan. "I will cast a protective spell, all of you be prepared to face close combat!"

The mantan did not remain silent. Their position is getting urgent!

Mantang jerking his legs. Carrying his body flying a few fathoms on the roof of the inn. From inside his coffin, Mantingan threw dozens of poisonous needles at the enemy troops.

Hulubalang looked at Mantingan with a meaningful gaze. In the white stream, using toxic needles is taboo even if it is not prohibited. He could only sigh and realize that they did not have much choice.

Mantingan's body descended slowly until it finally stepped on the surface of the inn's roof. He smiled awkwardly behind his mask because he realized the gaze of the hulubalang.

However, the Mantingan returned bouncy to the air. This time it was much higher. Immediately he attached poisonous needles from his storage bag. Not only ten-twenty needles were dropped, but hundreds at once!

What Mantingan did made the hulubalang amazed. It takes a lot of skill to slide hundreds of needles in a very short time simultaneously, and it takes a very long practice to get hundreds of them stuck right on target. Something that even himself—as a warrior who has swallowed the salty world of centuries-old persilatan— can not do it.

Mantingan makes his body become much lighter than a piece of cotton. So that before touching the precarious surface, he could still hurl dozens of flying knives towards his enemies below.

Of all that he glued, be it a poisonous needle or a flying knife, which did not stick to the target is still in the amount that can be counted with the finger of one hand.

Mantingan again landed on the tiling of the inn. Right next to mr. hulubalang. But presumably, he will not be bouncy in the air to send needles or flying knives.

“My throwing weapon ran out ..” mumbled slowly, as if to myself, but in fact it was also meant to inform the team leader next to him.

“MANTRA PROTECTOR RUN OUT!” Bajing shouted through the whispers of the gushing wind. “I'll put an Attacker's Magic Throw in their midst. Mr Hulubalang, please bring troops to attack!”

The mantle breathed a long breath. How he knew that Bajing would sacrifice himself in order to cast his remaining invader spell into the midst of the enemy army!

From the roof of the inn, it can be seen how Bajing broke into the sea of enemy warriors. His right hand was still holding the sword, while his left hand was holding a Magic Throw to slide.

It was extremely fast, and the enemies that attacked it had been so numerous. The sword next to his hand was no longer able to fend off all enemy attacks. His body was full of sword wounds. Bloodied. But Bajing did not stop, because only death could stop him!

There was a death squeal as soon as the magic spell stoned hundreds of warriors from the Diamond Sword Group under the inn. At about the same time, warriors on the precarious outskirts began to plunge themselves down with drawn swords! Swooping down like an eagle that has found its prey!

The line behind them followed. As if they were about to plunge over a fresh lake instead of a sea of crazed enemies, their steps were so light as to field themselves. It was possible that the sacrifice Bajing gave would make them feel very ashamed if they did not do so.

Mantingan's hand reached the handle of his sword, but did not pull it. Glanced at the hulubalang next to him while nodding slowly as if in agreement. Then darted the two of them into the air with a defiant sword!

***

The only thing Dara was worried about at this time was the safety of Mantingan and the North River Angel. The woman knows how important and precarious the role of the two young people is for their respective homeland. It should be the two of them who were displaced, and not him!

Dara had actually been preparing for a long time for a plan to deal with an incident like this, but things fell apart when she and her bodyguards were upset.

He and his bodyguards are still walking among hundreds of other refugees. They moved on the road leading to the southeast, where a small town was closest to the port.

They did not use the main road, because it was clear that the road would likely be used by the enemy if they attacked from the ground.

Dara only brought all the pedati and his car, but not with his horse carriage, so he is currently walking with other refugees. Two guards were holding him from behind.

Their journey was not something quiet and lonely. Quite the contrary, their journey was filled with frenzy. The little boy was crying. Women are like that too. The man nodded and complained incessantly.

Dara did not feel disturbed, because however it was natural for them. Everything here certainly has its own importance in that port. When the danger sign sounded, not many of them managed to save those interests.

Luckily, Dara hired many guards and mercenaries on her way, so that almost all of her stuff was saved.

But now, Dara's feelings were the most riled up among the others. If all his auction items were exchanged for the safety of the Mantingan and the North River Angel, then he would very willingly hand them over. But she knew that such a thing was impossible.

When the desire arises to return to the port and help Mantingan, Dara can only immediately undo it. For he knew how much the action would only burden the Mantingan.

“Ah, how weak am I.” Dara sighed softly. “If for the past three years I had not been lazing around, maybe I could raise enough money to rent a middle-level college.”

Dara realized that she was not talented enough in the field of martial arts. His talent is to raise a lot of money. And if he had a thousand Stones at the moment, it would have the ability to hire a large college to help Mantingan in the harbor.

The woman wondered in her mind, if the sea rogues had made it into the harbor? Maybe it was harmless, because he knew that the Mantingan actually had enough power to defeat them all. But what if there comes an attack from the land?

This is what the woman was swirling about. If that were to happen, while the troops from the White Winds Field had been concentrated on attacking the sea, the impact would be terrible for them. Something that even Dara herself did not dare to imagine.

“ENTERER! RUN EVERYTHING!”

The scream was high as Dara was still immersed in his thoughts. But it seems that it is not only Dara who was shocked to the jolt, but also all the refugees on the streets!

Instantly things became chaotic. Disappearance happens everywhere. The refugees do not know where the enemy is attacking from, and in what direction they should run to save themselves.

Dara's guards drew swords and clenched themselves around her. They had intended to bring Dara into the forest, but it seemed to be too late.

From the forest to their left, it brought forth countless black prowess. The death squeals shrieked high along with the splashing of fresh blood. Dozens of refugees were lying on the ground with long sabbatical wounds on their bodies in the blink of an eye!

Dara has become upset instead of playing. Enemies that invade are indiscriminate in killing people. Old, young, men, women, all were mercilessly killed.

The Dara guards had put up a very fierce fight. Although it has managed to secure Dara's life, but anyone who sees them certainly does not need to think long to know that the warriors will not be able to last much longer.

When all had lost hope and despair, it suddenly lit up a bright glimmer of light in the dim twilight sky. From that light, hundreds of other streaks of light, which if observed, will each form a certain character.

Those streaks of light struck the entire black shadow prowess that was slaughtering the refugees, instantly instantly killing them with severe burns.

Lines of light also shot towards the forest. It ends with the fall of the warrior figures hiding in the shade of the trees.

Any person who was there was shocked not a reed. Not only do they still not believe in the killing of their relatives in the raid, but also to the bright light in the sky that has made the raid stop.

From within the forest to their left, came a long yellow-robed man who was stepping quickly. His face was covered in a wide veil from his robe, so it was clear that his presence astonished all the remaining refugees. They really can't recognize.

But anyone could guess, that his presence must have been related to the bright light in the sky that was now beginning to fade.

Until the man opened his hood. His face was drenched in the twilight sun. Dara bought her eyes because she felt she recognized them.

“Lighted Lontar Swordsman!”

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