Yes! Yes! Yes!

The brothers of the Brotherhood of Sword Stabbing are a little unbearable, and many of them will immediately cringe when they are in pain, and they can't help but dodge and parry.

But this kind of hand-to-hand combat, fighting is that blood bravery, once there is fear and retreat, the enemy is bound to bite tightly, step by step, waiting for them like a storm of attack, attack, attack.

The Lessermans have explained with practical actions what is called offense is the best defense, and when the enemy suppressed by their attack cannot raise his head, how can the enemy have time to attack?

Click! Click! Click!

Those solid wooden sticks could not withstand the stormy attack of the Lyssermans, and many of them were forcibly broken.

These Lessermans are unhurried and have different methods.

Some use broken sticks as short sticks.

Some take weapons from the enemy.

Some of them picked up hard objects from the side of the street and used them as weapons.

Some even waved their fists directly and continued to rush forward.

The fangs of the Lythermans were literally like fangs, biting deep into the camp of the Brotherhood of Sword Thorns.

That kind of posture is not like the large number of sword thorn brotherhood surround the Lythman fangs team, but it is like the Lythman people use their own fangs tactics to divide the sword thorn brotherhood stiffly.

If it weren't for the sword stabbing elite wearing the Far Eastern Mingguang armor, standing in the center like a mainstay, unmoved in the face of the crazy attack of the Lysersmans, I was afraid that the gang brothers of the Sword Stabbing Brotherhood would have been crushed.

When the fangs of the Lessermans touched them, they were like hard bones made of steel, and more than eighty percent of the hardwood clubs were broken on them, but the effect was mediocre.

Although blunt attack is an effective means of attacking this armor, it is also a weapon.

Hardwood sticks are really limited in their blunt impact.

"Assemble us and form a battle formation." Felican commanded in a loud voice.

Since the other party's Lesserman Witch had no intention of making a move, it means that like them, he has scruples and just speaks with his fists, so he no longer has any scruples, and gathers into a dense offensive and defensive battle formation centered on the sword stabbing elite.

Those gang brothers dressed in Far Eastern Bright Light armor were on the outside, resisting the stormy attacks of the Lythmans, protecting those gang brothers with relatively thin armor inside, allowing them to concentrate on launching a counterattack.

The Brotherhood of Swords and Thorns had obviously been trained as a militia and reacted very quickly, quickly filling the circular battle formation formed by the elite of Swords and Thorns.

The whole battle formation was not large, that is, the size of forty or fifty people, but the situation was immediately reversed.

With those Far Eastern Bright Light Armor able to withstand the stormy attack of the Lyssermans, the remaining Sword Thorn Gang brothers immediately freed up their hands and feet to launch a counterattack.

The frenzy of the Lythmans could not cover the wounds they had suffered, and soon many of them became scarred and fell into a state of weakness.

Excitement is very energy-consuming, and it is difficult to sustain this state for a long time until you have a certain professional level and can directly draw magic from the outside world to replenish your mental and physical exertion.

Protracted warfare is the only way to deal with mid- and low-level berserkers.

Under normal circumstances, this is true.

But there's a spoiler here.

Gavin, who had been watching the battle from close range among the Lyssermans, pointed the dragon rubber staff in his hand towards the sky, and said forcefully, "The light of life." ”

Rumble!

Brilliant emerald green light erupted from his body, instantly sweeping over the Lyssermans who were twenty meters in the center.

The gentle force of nature cleansed their souls and bodies, swept away their weariness and pain.

Channeling the life force.

After Gavin is in tune with the Dragon Oak Mother Tree, the Dragon Oak Mother Tree gives him abilities similar to divine magic.

Since it was obtained, the number of times it has been used can be counted in one slap.

But there's no denying the strength of this ability.

It's group therapy in the real right.

Coupled with the fairy steps of the Yalings, it is simply an invincible auxiliary ability in group battles.

The figure flickered only a few times before he appeared next to another group of weakened Lythmans.

Four shots of the light of life in a row.

Directly restored the Lyserman Fangs to peak condition.

"The spirits of nature will be with us, and we are invincible."

"We will be invincible and invincible."

"Victory!"

Those Lesserman's popularity soared directly to their peak.

"Cheating, it's naked cheating."

"What kind of spell is this? Can precision group therapy be carried out? ”

"What the hell is this guy all about? Is he a warrior? Or a pastor? ”

The morale of the Brotherhood of Sword Thorns plummeted, and they fought against the Lythermans for half a day, only to return to the pre-liberation period with just four group healing spells.

The problem is, no one knows how many more of these spells the other party can cast.

If there were two more rounds, even those sword stabbing elites would not be able to bear it, and the weight of the Far Eastern Mingguang armor soaked in rain would increase greatly, and the clammy and cold would also increase their physical exertion.

It won't be long before even if they weren't beaten down by the Lessermans, they would be forced to lie down.

"Totem rage!"

The Lessermans have come up with a killer weapon.

The totemic phantoms of the Lytherman berserkers were also soaked in blood, and they roared wildly, as if trying to struggle out of their bodies, their muscles bulging further, thicker and stronger.

The tiger totem of the fanged leader Patlem jumped out of his body, materialized into a real existence, and then made a tiger pounce, directly knocking the sword thorn elite who was blocking him to the ground, and the thick tiger tail twisted and dragged the other one to the ground.

The well-fitting fanged leader threw the third person to the ground, ignoring the attack that fell on him.

In this case, the fanged leader was not the only one, and the totem spirits of the two Lythman berserkers with the cave bear totem also jumped out, and also knocked several gang elites wearing Far Eastern Mingguang armor to the ground, and forcibly tore three gaps in the battle formation of the sword stabbing the brotherhood.

The fanged soldiers behind them swarmed into the gap, like fangs, tearing the battle array to pieces.

This is what sets the Lythman Berserkers apart from the average barbarian, who follow the totemic path.

Unlike the Usgarian barbarians, each tribe who worships a powerful spirit totem, the Lythman Berserkers each have their own totem spirit.

After they become berserkers, they will have a short journey to practice, and the purpose of this practice is to find their own spirit totem.

This kind of spirit totem does not necessarily already exist, it may also be a powerful existence that he killed with his own hands during the journey, transformed it into a spirit totem for his own use, or it may be a unique existence that has been recognized during the journey.

However, the most is to obtain the recognition of the spirit totem that already exists, and the two sides establish a connection to make it their own spirit totem.

The origin of these spirits varies, most likely natural transformation, or it may be the spirit of oneself left behind after the death of the Lytherman Berserker - these spirits do not die with the death of the Lytherman Berserker.

This is the reason why the kingdom of Lyselman is known as a million spirit totems, and it is not uncommon for several generations of berserkers to inherit and share a spirit totem.

"That's enough, stop! Our Brotherhood of Sword Thorns will throw in the towel. ”

The roar of thunder resounded throughout the docks of Usmail City, and two more teams of sword stabbing elites poured out, and the magical aura emitted from the Far Eastern Mingguang armor worn by the two warriors was only stronger than Felican.

The brothers of the Brotherhood of Swords saw them, like a life-saving straw, like a tidal wave, gathering behind them.

"You can't throw in the towel." While leading his sword stabbing elite to join his two brothers, Felican said with a stiff neck, "Their unloading is fake, it is true to challenge our dominance in Usmail City, once we retreat, Usmail City will no longer be ours, as long as the three of us brothers join forces and 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 you're up against right now?" The Grand Leader of the Sword Assassination Brotherhood interrupted his brother's words, "From the beginning to the end, they have never been serious with us, and if they really want our lives, we will not have a chance to stand here and speak." ”

Immediately, the great leader of the sword stabbed at Gavin and said, "I have seen General Gavin, please forgive us for our previous sin of being lonely and unheard, if we had known that it was a god's chosen person, we would not have been so rude." ”

"God's Chosen One?! He turned out to be a chosen one? Which God's chosen people is he? ”

"The gods are above, and there is a god-like chosen person in our city, and we have no respect for him."

"I've never heard of such a young Divine Choice."

As soon as they heard the word God's choice, many people on the spot became numb and threw the weapons in their hands directly on the ground.

For ordinary people, the gods that really exist are too intimidating.

Especially the elect of the gods.

Although the gods exist, they are too far away for ordinary people, and many people do not have the opportunity to see their true faces and listen to their voices throughout their lives, and they must use those devout believers and priests to convey their voices.

In their eyes, the elect chosen by the gods and endowed with special abilities are undoubtedly the closest beings to the gods, exercising the authority of the gods in the world.

No matter which god the other party comes from, they are all existences that cannot be underestimated.

If they were good gods, they would most likely not receive their blessings in this regard.

If it is an evil god, it is equivalent to incurring calamity for himself, once a curse or other divine punishment is issued, the death of the city is small, I am afraid that it will last for countless years, and the disaster will affect the descendants of the future.

"Stop the attack." Patlem was the first to stop his fury and commanded in a loud voice.

These Lyssermans have far more self-control than everyone thinks.

Those berserkers in a berserk state lifted their rage one after another, looked at the Sword Assassin Brotherhood vigilantly, and cautiously began to gather their formation.

These Lysermans also knew the truth of taking what they saw, and it was true that they now had the upper hand, but they were not able to completely defeat each other.

Those gang brothers wearing Far Eastern Mingguang armor, the turtle shells on their bodies were far harder than they imagined, even if they were totem spirits with huge size and amazing strength, they could only knock them down, slap them and vomit blood, and for a while, there was no way to completely kill them.

And the other party's sword stab elite still has two reserve teams.

From the very beginning, the other side did not do their best.

The team of sword stabbing elites in front of them is a decoy, and the other two teams are the real killer weapons, presumably waiting for the Lythermans to fall into weakness, and launch a fatal blow against them from their weak flanks.

The Brotherhood of Swords has controlled the city of Usmail for more than thirty years in the form of a gang, how can it not have a little uniqueness of its own?

If the old and weak Lythermans were to be easily crushed and destroyed by less than a hundred, they would have lost their lives long ago.

What Felican said earlier was not pure bragging.

If it weren't for the protection of their Brotherhood of Swords, this small city with a good port, if not a pirate lair, would have become a pirate's prostitute, allowing them to come and go here.

In that case, the lives of the citizens of Usmail would be much more miserable, rather than simply enduring the harsh exploitation of the Brotherhood of Swords.

It's just that he didn't expect that the leader of this Cormier fleet was far more extraordinary than he imagined, and the first time he got his information, the Sword Assassination Brotherhood adjusted its plan.

The strong dragon does not suppress the head snake.

This sentence is true, but the strong dragon also has to be graded.

If this strong dragon far surpasses the ground snake in all aspects, if the ground snake still has no hard top of eyesight, there is only one result, that is, there is no scum left that has been crushed.

The sword stabbing elites of their three squads are indeed extremely tough in front of these Lessermen who lack powerful attack equipment, and they dare not say that they are one against ten, and it is no problem to block three with one, and they can be dragged down alive.

But for a general who can lead 100,000 soldiers and horses, walk 3,500 kilometers, attack cities all the way, build cities, and destroy cities, I am afraid that it will not be enough to see at all, and the other party can directly trample them into the muddy water by casually dispatching an elite out.

The other party has not done this until now, not because they don't have the ability, but because they have enough time to investigate and verify his identity.

If they can't react from the beginning to the end, then what awaits them will be a catastrophe - which means that they do not have enough foundation and ability to uproot them will not lead to too serious consequences.

The murderous machine contained in this kind of political game is ten million times more dangerous than the dock fight in front of us, and it is not something that ordinary people can play at all.

Gavin was not surprised that the Sword Thorn Brotherhood had discovered his identity, thousands of kilometers was an insurmountable distance for ordinary people, but for those with a little bit of power, it was just a matter of two high-level teleportation techniques.

In Gavin's opinion, the Brotherhood of Swords had made a foolish move and exposed its short-sightedness, but it was not stupid at all.

Gavin didn't respond directly, but ordered into his shadow, "Let Chief Anna lead the medical team in." ”

As the shadow fluctuated, a few seconds later, with Gavin as the center, a unique magical aura flashed, and then two small teams of soldiers appeared behind Gavin.

The two groups of soldiers, one squad full of men and the other squad of all women, had one thing in common, that is, they were very young, and their average age was not more than twenty years old.

They were dressed in uniform attire, wearing gray tunics and trousers, a composite cuirass with a sacred emblem belonging to Ilmat, the god of the Suffering, carrying a Howard convenience bag, wearing a ghost cloak, a transparent air glass arm shield on his left arm, and a staff of life in his right hand.

The leader was none other than Gavin...... No, the first to follow the conquerors of Irmat priest Anna Carben.

In the past year, it is not only Gavin who has grown, but also the people who follow him have grown to varying degrees, compared to him in the sky, others are inconspicuous stars at best.

But if you compare them to those ordinary people, the quick smacking of the tongue, even the most successful adventuring team of Faeron can hardly reach their level.

And Anna is in the first echelon of growth rate, and she is the object of Gavin's dedication to cultivating with a lot of resources and opportunities.

Not only do good things pile up on her body first, but many times, whether useful or useless, they will be taken with them, and she is nicknamed one of Gavin's many shadows in the army of conquerors.

Gavin did this not purely out of feelings in his previous life and understanding of the other party's character, but also because of the uniqueness of the other party's profession.

The priests of Irmat, the god of suffering, are revered as the best healers in Feren, not only because of their access to the corresponding divine arts and exclusive fields that favor medicine, but also because of their compassion for those who are sick, and their meticulous and unrequited care.

And these healers are an indispensable and important part of the territory, whether it is in daily life or on the battlefield.

The churches, monasteries, etc., of Ilmat, all served as part-time hospitals, and some psychiatric hospitals, leprosy shelters, etc., were mostly run by the devout followers of this god.

Gavin, who is destined to develop his territory in the future, will naturally carry out this aspect of training, so much so that at the beginning, they even hit the idea on the kobolds, wanting to train a kobold medics.

The results of the experiment showed that this was a matter of half the effort, although Gavin still had a large number of kobold medics under his command, and they did not rely on the faith of Ilmat, but on the power of the dragon vein, and their growth ceiling in this area was very low, and they could only fill the bottom of the entire medical system.

(End of chapter)