"You send the people of Paliva to their deaths!"

The saber in Carter Larsson's hand moved a few more points, nearly cutting through Odin's skin. As the name suggests, the www.biquge.info is full of poison, and ordinary people will die of poison within a few minutes as long as they touch their skin. Anger makes Carter almost lose his mind, and he really wants to kill the warlock in front of him.

"They were eleven to one. "Odin's face doesn't change.

After ten seconds of silence, Carter stopped roaring, but his expression became more gloomy: "One mage can easily kill a hundred civilians, let alone master an even more terrifying magic circle. ”

"A hundred monks are more than capable of dealing with a mage who has mastered a miniature circle. Odin replied calmly.

"They're not monks! they're just ordinary people!" Carter didn't put down his sword.

"Are the eight thousand Imperial soldiers all swords-wielding children? If these civilians were no match for a hundred mages, they would not have survived to the end of the war. ”

Odin straightened his robe, took a step back, and left the range of Carter's sword: "It's better to die here, so that you don't have to see the battlefield full of bones." ”

Carter's face had turned from gray to pale, and he only felt that his heart had been melted with anger, but the warlock was telling the truth.

"Don't underestimate ordinary people. Even a hare knows how to bite an enemy when facing a strong enemy. ”

Odin said slowly, "Remember the question I asked before giving the order? ”

"Only those who have experienced the threat of death, with anger and hatred, have the courage and ability to kill the enemy on the battlefield. Otherwise, how can you let these unarmed people face the Imperial soldiers in iron armor and with swords in a short period of time?"

Odin found a comfortable position, leaned his back against the wall, avoided the harsh sunlight, and asked word by word: "To put it bluntly, now give them a sword, do they dare to cut off people's heads?"

Carter feebly lowered his sword and remained silent.

But when he looked out on, the civilians were like lambs to the slaughter, confined in captivity, shouting in despair, their fists clenched again.

"Remember your oath, obey my will completely, and not question my decisions. Look what you're doing now?" the warlock looked coldly at the young lord with black eyes.

"What you should do now is not to unreasonably vent your anger on me, but to be what a leader really does, to fight with the warriors - this is your time to gain loyalty. The army relies on more than just repression and hatred, more loyalty and unity, which should not be taught by a warlock. ”

Odin turned around and looked at the chaotic, ant-crawling people from above, and said in an unquestionable voice: "Now you should go down and teach these people who have never been on the battlefield how to become real soldiers." ”

Before the warlock could finish speaking, Carter Larson turned and rushed down the steps. He threw away his cloak and soft armor, threw away his staff and sword, and stood in the mage's encirclement.

"Poor and pathetic, let us go!"

"We won't step into Paliva again......"

The people saw their lord as if they had found a savior, and cried desperately for him to stop the mages from attacking, some tugging at the corners of his clothes, causing others to hold his legs and shoulders.

"The Larson family has been stationed in Paliwa for generations, and has sworn to protect any people who live here, and I will keep this vow with my life!" Carter cried out.

"Now we will face the most terrible enemy - the war not provoked by us, but by the vicious careerists, the so-called acolytes of the gods who suck your blood, and retreat weakly, and face only death. ”

Looking at the man who was crying and begging for mercy and had a thin yellow face, Carter's face turned pale, he gritted his teeth, and continued to shout: "I will fight for you until the last moment of your life, and you must be responsible for your own lives, for your own freedom and power, to meet the iron hooves of the empire, this is an inescapable fate, you must face the reality." ”

"At that time, these enemies will be a hundred times more terrifying than the mages of Deep Valley City, they only have a hundred people after all. When the Eight Thousand Imperial Iron Horsemen step into Paliva, if you don't have the ability to cut off each other's heads, you will only become ghosts of war. ”

Hearing the number of Imperial troops, the people's cries grew louder, and they screamed and screamed, desperately trying to break out of the mage's encirclement, and those magic seals that shone with blinding light, and the guards stationed outside the Poppy Theater, instantly weakened in their eyes.

"Poor and pitiful!" the people wept, attacking the mages who were blocking their path with their fists, feet, fingernails, and teeth, but they didn't even touch the skin, and the encirclement shrank tighter and tighter, and the crowd that swarmed out was swept to the ground by an unknown force.

"I'm just like you, no sword, no staff, no soft armor, bare-handed, fighting the mage regiment! if you can't get out of here alive, so will I!" Carter Larson raised his fist.

"Help us!" cried out.

Seeing Carter Larson blend into the crowd, Odin stood in the audience and looked coldly at everything in the audience.

He raised his gray-sleeved robe, and an icy voice spread throughout the Poppy Theater: "Attack!"

The mages naturally understood what the warlock meant, and Rudolph led the group of mages in the deep valley and raised the staff again.

They began to chant, first unleashing a mid-level spell blast of holy light, and hundreds of arrows of light shot at the civilians scurrying around.

Arrows of light exploded in the air, dozens of people were swept to the ground by the air current, their clothes burned through by the light, their skin scorched, and they screamed in pain, desperately recalling the spells the warlock had taught.

Forbidden Spell! Carter began to chant the Forbidden Spell loudly, squeezing air out of his abdomen again and again.

This behavior is contagious and calms people down from their panic. Whether it worked or not, they tried to capture these scorching streams of energy, shouting, "Forbidden!"

The sound of the spell spreading from the corner of the crowd like a louder and louder tidal wave, and the air around some of them began to vibrate, and when the sharp arrows of light reached them, they suddenly dimmed as if they were covered by a thick cloth.

People were amazed to see these terrible energies, spreading out like water streaks, and when they reached their skin, they were only like pins and needles.

"Saved!" someone continued to shout in the ancient imperial Chinese while suffering from pain: "Forbidden!"

But more people could only rush helplessly, and the mage group did not stop attacking, the light arrows became denser and denser, and the entire encirclement was shrouded in a strong golden light.

The people could no longer see the sky, only saw countless golden spears, aimed at their heads and bodies, and stabbed straight down from the sky!