Gallop—a brown-maned horse galloped down the forest, carrying a man dressed in a black poncho with a backpack on his back.
Ambrose watched as the Nether Forest flew by him at fleeting speed. He felt rather relaxed.
He didn't choose to fly instead to the Honorable Temple, as he wanted to enjoy the scenic route and take in the beauty of nature along the way.
If he had flown, he would've arrived already, and it felt like a rather disappointing way of traveling.
Swoosh—in that moment, an arrow suddenly whizzed past him, narrowly missing his ear.
"Huh?" Ambrose pulled the horse's reins, and came to an instant stop.
He turned to see where the arrow came from, and at that moment, five figures with ragged clothes jumped out of their hiding spots. They were armed with rusty swords and hungry looks on their faces.
"Bandits?" Ambrose thought out loud.