The suppressed howl that emanated from Riga's mouth caused the Quaids to panic, especially the warriors from the Spain tribe. They scrambled to hold the hunter down, but they didn't know what to do to heal him. The sorcerer's apprentice had brought with him some herbs that were often used in the tribe, but the young man wasn't sure if they were useful.

"What did you do to him, Terran!" asked Gal as he drew the weapon hanging from his sword, his face filled with anger and anxiety.

The deputy priest sneered and did not answer, but the church infantry surrounded him noisily. The priest didn't care about the lives of the other barbarians, he just grabbed Riga and used the powerful magic bestowed by the god of wisdom to make him reveal all his secrets. No church would tolerate the prolonging existence of blasphemous arcane, especially for a young co-presiding priest who had the opportunity to become the Pope of Wisdom, and who did not want his rights to be destroyed.

The priest had thought that the mighty charge of a few hundred infantry would destroy the courage of the Quaid warriors. Of course, if he could, he would agree with the Dragoninus and let the self-proclaimed Dragonborn leave with the rest of the barbarians. But the barbarian ruthlessly shattered his illusions with facts.

Although the Quaid come from three tribes, they all remember the teachings of generations of shamans. Only Quaid is worthy of the Quaid people's belief that every member of the clan is worthy of protection with their lives. It is because of this that the barbarians were able to survive the frenzy of the Santa Marta Empire to unify the continent and win the war with the nations twenty years ago.

Santan led the warriors of the White Lion tribe in front of him, and the tall warrior silently charged at the Terran infantry with his hammer, smashing the Harusa's pointed helmet that was trying to attack him in one fell swoop. Along with the helmet was the broken head. The sticky, broken blood and bones of the church soldiers bloomed and withered like flowers in the narrow space, as if to pay tribute to this poor fellow who was sent to the kingdom of God before the end of his prayers.

The Quid attack completely angered the priest, and the soldiers in blue coarse linen robes pounced on the barbarians like waves in his roar. The deputy priest did not let the knights attack, those sixth-level warriors were the essence of the Holy See and the loyal servants of the gods, while the low-level infantry could be produced as long as they had a pious heart, sound limbs, and a natural month of training.

The infantry, blessed with the aura of magic, rushed towards the barbarians like a torrent, and then shattered in front of the iron fist condensed by the berserker.

The Quaids treated their enemies with no sense of reason or tolerance, and they howled like beasts at the infantry, and after being stabbed by a few of the spears that lined up like a palisade, the rest of the warriors easily tore through the line of the Harusas. The Wise Papal infantry was slaughtered like a newborn weak lamb. The spears in their hands were not at all suitable for melee, so the barbarian warriors were able to quickly defeat the soldiers with their swords and battle axes.

The blade of steel tore through ornate leather armor studded with copper spikes, then cleaved flesh until it shattered the bone. The Church infantry quickly retreated under the onslaught of the Quaids. These warriors, tempered by the cruel ice fields, are strong and ruthless, and will not show mercy to the Harusa at all.

"God of wisdom bless, give strength to the warriors of the true gods!" The deputy priest trembled with anger at the poor performance of the infantry, but he quickly calmed down. The priest waved the scepter in his hand, whispering incantations in his mouth and making several complex gestures.

It didn't take long for a dazzling light to shine from the very top of the church's spire. The light was not as scorching as the scorching sun Esther, it sprinkled softness and holiness on the earth like a silver moon, causing the Harusa to quickly regain their strength, and the hideous wounds began to stop bleeding and slowly close. The soldiers immediately shouted to their feet again, embraced and praised the gods, and then pounced on the barbarians with heart-palpitating fervor.

The Quaid had cut down hundreds of soldiers, and the streets and wells were littered with corpses of all kinds. There were no wounded here, as they had been killed by the Quaid warriors who were following closely behind.

A disgusting stench of blood and stench wafted through the air, the sand was stained a dark red, and broken limbs and entrails were laid out like wrecked cargo in a messy warehouse. The smell was swept everywhere by the hot wind, which quickly attracted a large swarm of flies and insects. The barbarians also sacrificed a dozen or more of their companions, so these warriors, who were also burning with anger in their hearts, collided violently with the believers.

Riga had been carried into the wall of the well by the Gal men, and only there was a cool shadow there. The unconscious hunter's head was still aching, but the convulsive sensation it had just felt was gone. The druid's ring on his chest was glowing dimly, healing him with a power the Quid couldn't feel.

As the warriors of both sides fought together in complete confusion, the hunter finally slowly opened his heavy eyelids. Things in front of him turned from vague to clear, and then the Quaid sat up from the ground tiredly. The strong sound of fighting outside immediately flooded into his ears, causing Riga to open his mouth anxiously and ask in a hoarse voice, "We are fighting? Where is that abominable Harusa priest?"

Gal quickly scooped a cup of cold well water from the bucket he had brought up, and when he handed it to the hunter, he said indignantly, "You must have been conspiracy by that priest! Now warriors from the White Lion and Jackdaw tribes are fending off the onslaught of the Church soldiers. As for the Dragoninus? They don't know where they're hiding. ”

"Despicable bastard, I'm going to tear that priest to shreds! Liar with sweet poison in his mouth, I shouldn't trust him! Seradil must have been persecuted. Riga gulped down the water, snarled vigorously as he wiped his beard as he moistened his throat.

He struggled to his feet from the ground in anger, and then began to go berserk uncontrollably. The power of the bloodline flowed through this strong body, allowing the barbarians to quickly regain the peak of their strength.

"Hirag is on top!" the hunter roared and slammed into the stone wall. The brute force contained in the solid flesh was vented, and the low wall, which was no more than ten feet high, was easily knocked down. Fragments of stone flew and knocked down the two peaked infantry outside, and the Quaid swooped out from inside like hunting bears.

The sound of Riga breaking the stone wall was as violent as a landslide, and as the deputy priest looked at the dusty broken wall, a huge artifact suddenly flew out of it and whizzed down three soldiers. It was a pillar of iron that had been hurled by the berserk barbarians, but now the outer layer of the heavy blunt instrument was covered in brown rust and red slime.

The Holy See nailed three iron pillars into the side of the well, and the chains strung at the capitals tightened the oak manhole covers. It was meant to prevent anyone from adding poison or dirt to it, but now it was a lethal weapon in Riga's hands.

ps: Ask for a collection recommendation, a bit miserable. In addition, I would like to thank the book friends huangjiabin and leistly129 for their tips. It's been too busy to start the week, so there will be more on the weekend.