Although he condensed the power of sharpening iron like clay, Luo Ming still did not harden, but found the opportunity to break through the cracks in the armor, and beautifully demonstrated what it means to solve the ox.

It's not just a matter of effort.

After all, a set of plate armor, even if it is not enchanted and has not been mixed with rare metals, just knight's plate armor made of ordinary steel, is definitely a luxury. This is the same as a war horse, it is Luo Ming's glorious trophy on the battlefield, and he naturally doesn't want to break it casually - it's cool to sharpen iron like clay with a sword, but losing a few gold coins is enough for him to feel distressed for a while.

A set of plate armor plus a war horse, according to Aya's estimates, may be worth thousands of acres of land in a year's tax - about forty or fifty imperial gold coins.

The knight was dead, and the two loot naturally couldn't escape, and Luo Ming turned his head to look at the woods again.

Several of the bandits had already dropped their weapons and fled, but the two armored soldiers who were originally part of the Overseer had no intention of slashing and killing the deserters, but hurriedly picked up their crossbows and fired.

Luo Ming used the killing move of combining his body and sword, and half of his strength was consumed, which was indeed a relatively weak period.

But he was also prepared for this, only to see that the aim of the two was crooked at the beginning, one crossbow arrow was nailed to the ground from more than a meter in front of Luo Ming, while the other simply wiped on the trunk of a tree on the side of the road, and fell to the ground without flying a few steps.

"Ha, if you shoot, I'll lose!"

Although Luo Ming was very happy with ridicule in his heart, his confidence came from confidence - Sherlock himself, who had been ignored from beginning to end, was not a weak chicken who could only rely on bodyguards and could do nothing on his own.

In the beginning, the aristocracy ruled the region because of the great power in their hands, and then maintained their strength through the taxes paid by the territory, and this order was rarely reversed.

A sturdy male heir sometimes relies on the accumulation of resources to become a high-ranking swordsman, and it is not impossible for a great nobleman to become a swordsman.

Luo Ming made a cursory observation, Sherlock naturally does not have the problem of malnutrition, but his body is still too slender, which is probably a congenital problem that is difficult to change.

But doesn't he have any other way to increase his strength?

As soon as Luo Ming asked before, Sherlock answered honestly: he was a bloodline warlock......

Luo Ming gasped for a second, and his physical strength quickly recovered seventy or eighty percent, and he dragged his sword into the forest.

The knights were all killed, and the two soldiers did not think that they had a chance of winning, especially after the crossbow was inexplicably missed, and they gave up all illusions and only thought about running for their lives.

But in terms of speed, how could they be Luo Ming's opponents? When fleeing for their lives, the flaws behind them were revealed, and the result was that Luo Ming defeated the two of them without much effort, killed four bandits who tried to fight back in one go, and turned the rest of the people into prisoners with the sentence "Squat down and don't move, whoever runs will kill whoever runs."

Those two arrows were indeed a little threatening, maybe they could cause Luo Ming to suffer some minor injuries, and he was ready to rely on chain mail to defend himself, but Sherlock prepared a spell to send it, and that little risk was also reduced to nothingness.

As a bloodline warlock, it is a legal profession like a magician, and even if his strength has not reached a very strong level, he can often rely on the variety of spells to pry the tide of battle.

Bloodline, on earth, is a word that many people scoff.

To use Luo Ming's two masters as an analogy - the second master is a family and a gate valve in her family, and she is in charge of the swordsmanship school that has been inherited for hundreds of years, and that's it.

And the master's parents are businessmen, and his ancestors are only farmers, but it does not affect him to reach the realm of shaking the past and the present in martial arts. The influence of bloodline on the practice of martial arts does not seem to be very great.

But even on earth, eugenics does have a certain role, and it cannot be completely said that it is the dross of backward thinking.

Blacks are good at running, while yellows are more skilled, Russian hairymen are hardy, Eurasian mixed-race children seem to have a higher chance of producing handsome men and beautiful women, and consanguineous marriages are less likely to produce geniuses, and more often than not, only genetic diseases...... These are indisputable facts.

And in this world of magic manifestations, elves, orcs and other alien races do exist, and even dragons, devils and gods may have children with mortals, and real magic and even divine power circulate in the bloodline.

The aristocracy was able to achieve a high status and accept their rule to hundreds or thousands of commoners, thanks in large part to their prowess—and a significant portion of the early nobility relied on the extraordinary power of the bloodline to keep the people safe when the art of magic and the art of fighting spirit were not on the rise.

Although many of the transcendent bloodlines are now diluted, there is also a lot of evidence from a look at historical sources - for example, the dominant belief in the Duchy of Lothar: the goddess of spring water and a nobleman united to give birth to Albert, the future founding king of Lothar. He was able to temporarily transform the fresh spring water he touched into a healing medicine, and he also gained many other extraordinary abilities, which led to the victory of a crucial battle and the establishment of a vast nation.

Sherlock happened to retain some kind of extraordinary bloodline, although the influence of these bloodlines was not reflected in his parents, but perhaps it was the atavistic phenomenon that made this bloodline slightly higher in purity and concentration in him, and it exceeded a certain threshold and showed its characteristics.

It's like one of those magical beasts that can cast spells on instinct - he did a little trick at a young age. After a certain amount of training, he is now able to harness his power well.

For example, Sherlock had skewed the world a little bit in the eyes of the two crossbow-wielding soldiers, and if they missed the aim at first, they would end up being a thousand miles away.

To put it bluntly, it's an illusion. It can't affect too many people, and the effect is limited. It's okay for Sherlock to affect two miscellaneous soldiers now, but a high-level swordsman can barely be affected.

But at this time, with Luo Ming's cooperation, the effect of this illusion is more than enough, creating a gap for him, which can completely set off a bloody storm.

On the other side, Grant also killed four, but in the face of a powerful swordsman suspected of being a paladin, the bandits simply collapsed at the touch of a button, and even the Overseer did not have the heart to vent their anger on the rout, and soon the battle turned into a farce.

That's right, it's a farce - except for four people who were killed, the rest simply didn't run a few steps. Seeing Grant approaching, he threw himself on the ground and shouted surrender. Their logic is very simple, who can outrun a swordsman?

Just then, Granty suddenly turned around and threw a short sword into the depths of the forest.

She stared in that direction for several seconds before she withdrew her gaze and drove her captor back to her path.

As for a soldier peeing his pants in fright, a bandit kissing Granty's shoes and begging for forgiveness has become a joke.