ah! ah! ah!
The gang brothers of the Sword Assassination Brotherhood seemed a bit unbearable. Many of them would immediately flinch if they felt the slightest pain, and could not help but dodge and parry.
But this kind of close-range hand-to-hand combat requires bloody courage. Once there is fear and retreat, the enemy will definitely hold on and press forward step by step. What awaits them is a violent storm of attack, attack, and attack again.
The Leathermans explained with practical actions that offense is the best defense. When their attacks suppress the enemy, how can the enemy have time to launch an attack?
Click! Click! Click!
Those solid wood sticks couldn't withstand the violent attack of the Leathermans, and many of them were snapped off by them.
These Leathermen are unfazed and employ various methods.
Some used broken sticks as short sticks.
Some seize weapons from the enemy.
Some picked up hard objects they could pick up from the side of the street and used them as weapons.
Some even waved their fists and continued to charge forward.
The Leatherman fang squad really bit into the Sword Brotherhood's camp like fangs one by one.
That kind of posture does not look like the Leatherman Fangs were surrounded by the Sword and Assassin Brotherhood with their overwhelming numbers. Instead, it looks like the Leathermans used their own fangs tactics to forcibly defeat the Sword and Assassin Brotherhood. divided.
If it were not for the elite Sword Thorns wearing the Far Eastern Bright Light Armor, standing in the center like a mainstay, unmoved in the face of the Leatherman's crazy attack, I am afraid that the gang brothers of the Sword Thorn Brotherhood would have been destroyed. Crushed.
When the Leatherman's fangs hit them, it was like hitting a hard bone made of steel. More than 80% of the hardwood sticks were broken on their bodies, but the effect was mediocre.
Although bludgeoning is an effective attack method against this kind of armor, it also requires weapons.
Hardwood sticks can only produce a limited amount of bludgeoning power.
"Gather with us and form a battle formation." Felican ordered loudly.
Since the opponent's Leatherman Witch had no intention of taking action, it meant that he was as scrupulous as they were and just spoke with his fists. He no longer had any scruples, and gathered the sword stabbing elites as the center to form a dense offensive and defensive formation. .
The gang brothers wearing Far Eastern Mingguang armor were on the outside, resisting the Leatherman's stormy attack, while the gang brothers with thin armor were protected inside, allowing them to concentrate on launching a counterattack.
The gang brothers of the Sword Thorn Brotherhood had obviously received specialized militia training. They responded very quickly and quickly filled the circular battle formation composed of Sword Thorn elites.
The entire battle formation was not large, only about forty or fifty people, but the situation immediately reversed.
With those Far Eastern Mingguang Armors able to withstand the violent attack of the Leathermen, the remaining Sword Thorn Gang brothers immediately freed up their hands and feet to launch a counterattack.
The enthusiastic excitement of those Leathermen could not cover up the injuries they suffered, and many of them soon became scarred and entered a state of weakness.
Excited and frenzied fighting consumes a lot of energy and energy. It is difficult to sustain this state for a long time until you have a certain professional level and can draw magic power directly from the outside world to supplement your mental and physical exertion.
Protracted fighting is the only way to deal with low- to mid-level berserkers.
Under normal circumstances, this is indeed the case.
But there is a spoiler here.
Gavin, who had been among the Leathermen watching the battle at close range, pointed the dragon oak staff in his hand towards the sky and said in an angry tone: "Light of life."
boom!
Brilliant emerald green light spurted out from his body and instantly swept across the Leatherman twenty meters centered on him.
The gentle force of nature washed away their souls and bodies, clearing away their fatigue and pain.
Channel the force of life.
After Gavin was attuned to the Dragon Oak Mother Tree, the Dragon Oak Mother Tree gave him abilities similar to divine magic.
Since getting it, the number of times it has been used can be counted on one hand.
But it is undeniable that this ability is powerful.
This is truly group therapy.
Coupled with the Fairy Steps of the Eldest Spirits, it is simply an invincible auxiliary ability in group battles.
His figure only flickered a few times before he appeared next to another group of weak Leathermen.
Four lights of life in a row.
It directly restored the Leatherman Fangs to their peak condition.
"The spirit of nature will be with us and we are invincible."
"We will be invincible and conquer all our enemies."
"Must win!"
The popularity of those Leathermen soared directly to its peak.
"Cheating, this is naked cheating."
"What kind of spell is this? Can it perform precise group treatment?"
"Who is this guy? Is he a warrior? Or a priest?"
The morale of the Sword Assassination Brotherhood plummeted. They fought with the Leathermen for a long time. As a result, the opponent only cast four group healing spells and returned to the pre-liberation state overnight.
The problem is, no one knows how many more such spells the other party can cast.
If there were two more rounds like this, even the elite sword stabbers would not be able to bear it anymore. The weight of the Far Eastern Mingguang Armor soaked by rain had greatly increased, and the cold and dampness was also increasing their physical exertion.
It won't take long, even if they are not beaten to the ground by the Leathermans, they will be forced to the ground due to fatigue.
"Totem rage!"
The Leathermen showed their trump card.
The totem phantoms on the Leatherman Berserkers were also soaked in blood, roaring wildly, as if they wanted to struggle out of their bodies, and their muscles further swelled, becoming thicker and stronger.
The tiger totem of Patram, the fang leader, jumped out from his body and became a real existence. Then with a tiger pounce, he directly knocked down the sword stabbing elite standing in front of him. On the ground, the thick and long tiger tail twisted and dragged the other one to the ground.
The leader of the fangs stepped forward and threw the third man to the ground, ignoring the attacks that fell on him.
Leader Fang was not the only one in this situation. The totem spirits of two Leatherman Berserkers who were wearing cave bear totems also jumped out, and also killed several gang elites wearing Far Eastern Bright Light Armor. Knocked to the ground, he stabbed the Brotherhood with his sword forcefully, tearing three gaps in the battle formation.
The fanged soldiers behind them swarmed in through the gap, tearing the battle formation into pieces like fangs.
This is what distinguishes Leatherman Berserkers from ordinary barbarians. They follow the totem path.
Unlike Uthgard Barbarians, each tribe worships a powerful spirit totem, each Leatherman Berserker has his own totem spirit.
After they become berserk warriors, they will have a short journey to practice. The purpose of this practice is to find their own soul totem.
This kind of spirit totem does not necessarily already exist. It may also be a powerful being that he killed with his own hands during the journey and transformed it into a spirit totem for his own use. It may also be a unique being that was recognized during the journey. .
But the most important thing is to get the recognition of the already existing spirit totem, and the two parties establish a connection and let it become their own spirit totem.
The sources of these spirits vary. They are most likely natural transformations, or they may be their own spirits left behind after the death of Leatherman Berserkers - these spirits will not die with the death of Leatherman Berserkers.
This is why the Leatherman Kingdom is known as having millions of spirit totems. It is not uncommon for several generations of berserkers to inherit and share the same spirit totem.
"That's enough, stop it! Our Sword and Thorn Brotherhood will admit defeat."
Loud shouts like thunder resounded throughout the entire Uthmer City Pier, and two more teams of elite swordsmen rushed out. The magic aura emanating from the Far Eastern Bright Light Armor worn by the two warriors at the head was even stronger than Felican's. Only strong, not weak.
When the gang brothers of the Sword Thorn Brotherhood saw them, it was like seeing a life-saving straw, and they gathered behind them like a tide.
"We can't admit defeat." Felican said with a pinched neck as he led his elite sword stabbers to join his two brothers, "Their unloading of goods is fake, but the challenge to our dominance in Uxmail City is real. We Once we give in, the city of Uxmail will no longer be ours. As long as the three of us brothers join forces, we can drag them down. His previous skills will inevitably have strict restrictions on their use, and there is no way to use them in large quantities... …”
"Shut up, do you know who the opponent you are facing now?" The leader of the Sword Thorn Brotherhood interrupted his brother, "They have never been serious with us from the beginning to the end. If they really want our lives, We have no chance to stand here and speak.”
Immediately, the leader of the Sword Assault saluted Gavin from a distance: "I have seen General Gavin, please forgive us for our previous sin of ignorance. If we had known that a god's chosen person was coming in person, we would definitely not be so rude."
"Chosen by God?! He is actually a chosen one? Which god is he chosen by?"
"Gods above, a chosen one of the gods has appeared in our city, and we still feel disrespectful to him."
"I have never heard of such a young divine choice."
As soon as they heard the word "God's Choice", many people on the spot became paralyzed and dropped their weapons on the ground.
For ordinary people, the real gods are too intimidating.
Especially the chosen ones of the gods.
Although the gods exist, they are too far away for ordinary people. Many people never have the opportunity to see their true appearance or listen to their voices throughout their lives. They must rely on devout believers and priests to convey their voices.
In their eyes, the elects selected by the gods and endowed with special abilities are undoubtedly the beings closest to the gods, and they exercise the authority of the gods in the human world.
No matter which god the other party comes from, they are existences that cannot be underestimated.
If they were kind gods, they would most likely not receive their blessings in this area.
If it were the evil god Zhuan, it would be tantamount to inviting disaster for oneself. Once a divine punishment such as a curse was imposed, death or city destruction would be small, but it would probably last for countless years and bring harm to future generations.
"Stop attacking." Patlem took the lead in ending his rage and ordered loudly.
The self-control ability of these Leathermen is much higher than everyone thinks.
The berserker warriors who were in a violent state all released their fury, looked at the Sword Thorn Brotherhood with vigilance, and cautiously began to gather their formation.
These Leathermen also know the principle of giving up when things go well. It is true that they have the upper hand now, but they have not been able to completely defeat the opponent.
Those gang brothers wearing Far Eastern Mingguang Armor, the turtle shells on their bodies were far harder than they imagined. Even the totem spirits with huge size and amazing power could only knock them down and beat them until they vomited blood. For a while, there was no way to kill them completely.
The opponent's elite sword stabbers also have two teams of reserve teams.
From the beginning, the other party did not try their best.
The team of sword stabbing elites in the front is a decoy, and the other two teams are the real killers. They are probably waiting for the Leathermen to launch a fatal blow from their weak flanks when they are weak.
The Sword and Thorn Brotherhood has controlled the city of Uxmail for more than thirty years in the form of a gang. How could it be possible that they don't have any unique features of their own?
If less than a hundred old and weak Leathermen could easily overwhelm and destroy them, they would have been buried in the belly of the fish countless times.
What Felican said before was not purely bragging.
Without the protection of their Sword Brotherhood, this small city with an excellent port would have become a prostitute for pirates, even if it had not become a pirate lair, allowing them to come and go.
In that case, the lives of the citizens of Uxmail City will be even more miserable, instead of just enduring the harsher exploitation of the Sword Brotherhood.
I just didn't expect that the leader of the Cormyr fleet was far more extraordinary than imagined. As soon as they got his information, the Sword and Thorn Brotherhood adjusted their plans.
A strong dragon will not overwhelm a local snake.
This sentence is true, but strong dragons are also divided into levels.
If this powerful dragon is far superior to the local snake in all aspects, and if the local snake still lacks the ability to see hard, there is only one outcome, and that is that no one will be left behind after being crushed.
The sword stabbing elites of their three teams were indeed extremely tough in front of these Leathermen who lacked powerful attack equipment. One could not say ten against them, but there was no problem with one blocking three, and they could drag them down alive.
But for a general who can lead 100,000 soldiers and horses, walk 3,500 kilometers, attack cities and villages, build cities with one hand, and destroy cities with one hand, I'm afraid it's not enough at all, and the other party can randomly deploy them. When an elite team comes out, they can directly trample them into the muddy water.
The other party has not done so until now, not because he does not have the ability, but because he has given them enough time to investigate and verify his identity.
If they fail to react from the beginning to the end, then what awaits them will be catastrophe - this shows that they do not have enough foundation and ability, and uprooting it will not lead to too serious consequences.
The murderous intention contained in this kind of political game is thousands of times more dangerous than the armed fight at the dock, and it is simply not something ordinary people can play with.
Gavin was not surprised that the Sword Thorn Brotherhood discovered his identity. Thousands of kilometers are an insurmountable distance for ordinary people, but for those with a little bit of power, it is only two miles. A matter of advanced teleportation.
In Gavin's view, the Sword Thorn Brotherhood had deliberately made trouble before and had made a stupid move, which undoubtedly exposed its own short-sightedness, but it was not stupid enough after all.
Gavin did not respond directly, but ordered to his shadow: "Let Priest Anna lead the medical team to enter."
As the shadow fluctuated, a few seconds later, with Gavin as the center, a magical aura unique to teleportation flashed, and then two small groups of soldiers appeared behind Gavin.
These two groups of soldiers, one group are all men, the other group is all women. They have the same characteristic, that is, they are very young. Judging from their faces, the average age is no more than twenty years old.
Their attire is very uniform, wearing gray long coats and trousers, with composite breastplates on the outside, with the holy symbol belonging to Ilmat, the god of sufferers, carrying a Howard convenience bag, wearing a ghost cloak, with his left hand There is a transparent air glass arm shield on the arm, and the right hand holds a staff of life.
The leader was none other than Anna Carbone, the Ilmat priest who was the first to be abducted by Gavin... no, the first to follow the Conqueror.
In the past year, not only Gavin has grown up, but also the people around him have grown to varying degrees. Compared to him in the bright sun, others are like inconspicuous stars at best.
But if you compare them with ordinary people, it's shocking to see that even the most successful adventure team in Faerun would have a hard time reaching their level.
And Anna is in the first echelon of growth rate, and she is the one Gavin has devoted a lot of resources and opportunities to cultivate.
Not only did good things pile up on her body first, but in many cases, she would take them with her regardless of whether they were useful or not. She was nicknamed one of Gavin's many shadows in the army of conquerors.
Gavin did this not only because of his past life feelings and understanding of the other person's character, but also because of the uniqueness of the other person's profession.
The priests of Ilmat, the God of Sufferers, are revered as the best healers in Faerûn, not only because they have acquired corresponding magical skills and specialized fields that focus on medical treatment, but also because of their meticulous compassion for those who are sick. , caring without asking for anything in return.
And these healers are an indispensable and important part of the territory, whether in daily life or on the battlefield.
Ilmat's churches, monasteries, etc. all function as part-time hospitals. Some psychiatric hospitals, leprosy shelters, etc. are mostly run by devout believers of this god.
Gavin, who was destined to develop his territory in the future, would naturally carry out training in this aspect. So much so that at the beginning, they even set their sights on kobolds and wanted to train a team of kobold medical soldiers.
The experimental results show that this is half the result with twice the effort. Although Gavin still has a large number of kobold medics under his command, they do not rely on Ilmat's belief, but the power of the dragon vein. They are here. The upper limit of growth is very low and can only fill the bottom layer of the entire medical system.
(End of chapter)
