Surviving As A Cannon Fodder

Chapter 136

Noah and Oliver converted into their beast form and charged at the assassins using their claws to rip them apart.

The major difference between Knights and mages was their ability to withstand for longer durations in battles.

For Knights, who train day and night, it was not much of a concern compared to mages who are physically in a lesser stance.

Beastmen, being strong as they come, have high physical stamina that couldn't be compared with humans much less the mages.

On the other hand as mages specialized in long-range attacks, they were less adaptable on the battlefield.

If the Nero mercenaries were to physically take them out, they would be able to win against the assassins without much of a hassle.

With a kick, Noah sent two of the assassins flying in the air.

*thud* *thud*

"Ugh!"

"Oww!"

The assassins crashed on the cold ground and grunted in pain from the impact.

"Why are they so weak?" Noah complained and pounced at another assassin who was in the middle of creating a fireball.

*thud*

It was his first time fighting against mages. Yet somehow it reminded him of the goblins that ambushed the entourage on the way to Parthellam. Similar to the goblins, they were large in numbers but easier to kill.

Even the ogres were better compared to them.

Behind Noah, Oliver raised the assassin he had caught by the neck and suspended him in the air as the latter squirmed.

"Stop shaking like a wet dog" Oliver shook his head in disapproval.

Noticing the opening in his defense, another assassin sneaked up from behind and shot at him, only to be intercepted by a quick slash of Ann's sword.

"Thanks" Remarked Oliver with a bored expression.

He too was disappointed by their poor performance and shattering his long-held dream of fighting against mages.

"Pleasure to be of service" Ann bragged with a smug face as three masked men converged behind her.

"Heads up!" Oliver hollered and threw the assassin he was holding onto the others like a frisbee, knocking them down as a whole.

"Score!" The duo high-fived each other before going on their separate ways.

*slash* *slash*

"Where did he go?" Ann clicked her tongue and looked around in search of the head assassin.

Countless masked men lay sprawled all over the city square but the person she wanted was nowhere to be seen. Right after the fight started, he had disappeared from sight.

No matter how many of them they were able to take out, it seemed that more emerged from the streets to add to their number.

While she was contemplating on what to do, a fireball flew towards Ann aimed at her face.

"Whoa!" Ann ducked down, missing it by seconds.

'That was close' She heaved a sigh and looked in the direction the fireball came from.

"Noah!" Ann grumbled, glaring at him.

It was the assassin he was restraining in a chokehold that shot the fireball at her.

"Sorry!" Noah apologized, awkwardly waving his hand at Ann.

Ann shook her head and got on her feet. It was not the time to lose focus. The tips of her robe were burnt by the fireball that nearly roasted her.