The diluted holy water was quickly distributed to the badly wounded brute.

The granulations on the wound began to writhe, elongate, and intertwine like fish fry, and the broken blood vessels also reset, connect, and heal along the trajectory they should have. The lost flesh grows gradually, and the ruptured wound slowly closes.

Time seemed to pass at a tenfold speed, and what should have been a long process was condensed into just a few breaths.

The process was obviously unusually painful, and they didn't make a sound when they had a big hole in their stomachs, but now they couldn't help but clasp the turf in their hands, and beads of sweat were dripping from their foreheads.

The wound was still hideous, but at least not so much that the internal organs could be directly seen. Judging by the information given by the system, the life was saved.

"Let's go back to bed for a while. Richard waved his hand.

Continued use of holy water may allow them to heal directly, but Pompeii is a more secular country and does not blindly worship holy water. At present, the mainstream argument in China is that excessive use of this kind of thing in a short period of time will overdraw people's vitality.

Richard was completely blind to the theory of magic, and was not sure if there was any truth to this claim, so he could only choose to believe it rather than not.

He had a serious expression on his face, but he was actually bubbling with joy in his heart.

A screen of light that only he could see was hovering in mid-air in front of him.

When he advanced all the staff just now, Richard glanced at it and knew that there must be a lot of advanced people, but he really didn't expect it to be so much.

All the third-order barbarian spearmen have advanced to barbarian warriors, and two of the original barbarian warriors have become fifth-order barbarian giant axe warriors. And the centaur herdsmen and centaur Xinwei of the first and second orders were even more exaggerated, and they entered the first order neatly, and none of them were left behind.

The bandits lacked long-range firepower, and the centaurs as archers were almost undecently threatened, shooting more than thirty arrows per person on average, and many of them were even overexperienced.

The elite level of the entire Alpine Fort Territorial Guard has directly risen to a higher level.

On the other side, Anne was helping to count the casualties with a plank and a carbon rod, but soon found that there was no point in them - there was no need to count the robbers' casualties, and there was no one killed in the mountain fort.

This discovery made her feel incredible, and after carefully checking it twice to confirm that it was correct, she couldn't figure it out for a while.

If you can't figure it out, just ask, the half-elf has at least inherited half of the elf's straightforwardness.

"Richard, Alpine Fort didn't die in battle! God, this is really like a miracle of divine blessing in ancient legends. ”

"God bless, ha, in fact, to put it bluntly, how can it be so mysterious. "Richard hasn't had time to remove his armor from the time he finished his busy work until now.

His iron armor was twisted in many places by heavy blows, and two servant servants of the merchant house were gritting their teeth and battling the deformed tenon with their pliers. Every time a layer of armor was unraveled, there was a "whoosh" of plasma that had not had time to completely coagulate and splashed on the ground.

"A one-to-eight ratio of forces, isn't this a divine blessing?" Anne made a pious and ignorant girlish appearance, which would definitely stimulate the desire of any male creature to confide in the greatest extent.

"Don't be fooled by legends and stories, there are not so many bells and whistles in war, and it is the most simple things that are practical. Richard looked back and pointed behind him.

The surviving robbers have collectively laid down their arms and surrendered, marching in two columns towards the foot of the hills, escorted by barbarians and centaurs, who will be waiting for a long life as slaves.

The warriors of Alpine Castle, though wild in battle, were more civilized than most nobles in dealing with the weak. They even gave some surplus holy water to the slaves, so that these wilderness people who had never seen the world would be grateful.

Anne saw this scene in her eyes, and after thinking about it, she felt that it could only be described as "arrogant".

What seems to be a merciful gesture hides a deep arrogance - because of absolute confidence in strength, he is extremely tolerant of defeats, what a group of arrogant soldiers!

"Look at my subordinates, either highland barbarians or centaurs, one is considered to be a powerful race with a famous reputation, and what if the strength is ten to one?" Richard pointed to the caravan mercenaries not far away, "If I had fought with them, I would have taken the lead in running away long ago." ”

The mercenaries didn't realize that they had become the object of other people's discussions, and they were gathering together to watch the fun.

These goods also witnessed the scene of the distribution of holy water, and they all pouted and obviously disdained this kind of behavior.

Anne's cheeks couldn't help but blush. The gap is always obvious when looking at it in comparison, so how can the arrogant half-elf accept it.

"Just kidding, don't blame it. Richard slapped his thigh and laughed twice.

"Lord Richard, you are a Pompeii, why do you have so many highland barbarians as followers?"

Anne was a little moved, and decided to suggest that the firm should also form an elite escort team after she returned. The Centaurs are an inhuman race that is easy to harass in Pompeii, but the Highland Barbarians make her feel very suitable in every way.

"That's a long way to say, and I've spent a lot of money—" Richard's eyes suddenly became very vicissitudes, very embarrassing, very deep, like a star falling.

It makes Anne think that there may be a heart-wrenching adventure story hidden in it, with the lords of Alpine Castle and the barbarians as the protagonists, and it must be accompanied by words such as dragons, epics, and bloody battles.

Beneath her calm exterior, her gossip heart is stirring.

"I bought it from the traffickers for a whole thousand gold coins. Richard sighed, the small peasant thought in his bones could not be washed away at all, and the thought of the IOU hurt his liver.

In his hometown, where the credit business was so developed, Richard never borrowed foreign debt. And now the debts on his back are as heavy as a mountain, and he has reached the point where the entire group of Gaoshan Fort can't pay off when they go to the arena to sell muscles.

"It's expensive right now. Richard sighed again.

He looked at the corpses of the robbers left on the battlefield, and suddenly felt that victory was tasteless. What if you win the war, you don't even have a single gold coin in your account.

“......”

Anne opened her mouth and didn't know what to say, although this amount was not small, it was almost a free price compared to a team of elite samurai.

"Actually, you shouldn't have given money. Richard looked sad as he pressed his money bag, except for a few IOUs that were empty, and he insisted on hanging on his body purely to save face.

"These barbarians were fighters in the arena at the beginning, and they couldn't open the arena. It was I who convinced this group of rice bucket treasures and took them away, and the arena should give me a sum of money. ”

"You...... How did you get convinced?" asked Anne, vaguely sensing that this might be the key.

The leader pressed Gunther to the ground and beat him for a full quarter of an hour, and then we were all served. "A barbarian passing by is very sincere.