Lord: Marry the villain's daughter at the beginning?

In the huge and vast Titan Mountains, there are actually many individual investors who hide in the mountains to escape exploitation by the nobles, commonly known as savages.

Because there was really no money to be made, and the people were tough, many savages would be considered bandits if they covered their faces, so the nobles living under the Mount Targon were almost too lazy to care about them. All they had to do was pay taxes honestly when these savages came down the mountain to trade.

Of course, because the cost of tracking down the savages for tax evasion is huge, the nobles will not pursue the existence of the savages too much as long as they pay some mountain products in the form of protection fees.

Dulcie was that kind of wild man.

Because the sanitary conditions in the mountains were very poor, Darcy's mother died after giving birth to him. When Darcy was eight years old, his father gambled away all his money while selling goods in the mountains, leaving Darcy and his long-term bedridden sister to depend on each other.

"What are you doing? Get out of here."

One of the robbers kicked Darcy on the butt, causing her to fall flat on her face, causing the robbers nearby to laugh.

Because of the years of war in the north, more and more people fled into the mountains to become savages, but more people chose to become bandits.

Originally, the refugees and savages could still compete with these bandits, but since when, these bandits not only had a lot of sophisticated equipment, but even had professionals in charge.

The village where Darcy lived was attacked. Because there was a second-level wizard in the bandit group, it was almost effortless to capture everyone in the village, including Darcy and his sister.

Darcy, with her hands tied, struggled to get up, but immediately tripped and fell into the mud.

"Be gentle, this guy might even be the Earl's brother-in-law in the future."

When these words came out, the robbers laughed even more happily.

"Then if we kill that woman, does that mean we are also killing the Earl's wife?"

The robbers were talking without any burden at all. Although they were black gloves, their relationship with the nobles was not that deep. They were disposable items that could be discarded at any time.

A second-level professional mage in the team explained: "You wishful thinking, this kind of woman can only help the Earl to kill time, she is not presentable."

But after the wizard finished speaking, he licked his lips, as if he was really thinking about the opinion of the robber in front of him.

Darcy struggled to get up from the mud again, his fists tied behind his back were clenched tightly, and his eyes were bloodshot. Although Darcy really wanted to kick these robbers in the face, the gap in strength between the two sides was too big.

Darcy, who inherited his father's hunting skills and physique, is only fourteen years old, but he is already the best fighter in the village. He has a clear mind, deft hands, and can set all kinds of traps with ease. With a family bow and arrow, he can even fight against jackals and brown bears in the mountains.

But all this was meaningless in the face of the bandits' better equipment. Even if Darcy could shoot the parts of the bandits that were not wearing armor, the other villagers could not. The axes used for chopping wood could only barely scratch the bandits' leather armor and could not cause any substantial damage at all.

Moreover, there were professionals among the bandits. After two fireballs, the villagers were demoralized and fled in all directions.

This is an almost innate fear that ordinary people have towards professionals. Even Darcy felt weak in the knees when he saw the big fireball.

In this way, Darcy was captured by these bandits, and the huge gap in strength made Darcy completely despair.

As the words of the bandits became more and more filthy, Darcy's fists became more and more clenched, and the bloodshot in his eyes continued to increase, but Darcy had no way to do anything. The villagers who walked slowly on the road were even killed directly by the bandits. Darcy believed that if he made any unusual movement, these bandits would immediately hack him to death without mercy.

The robbers were so excited that they dragged Darcy's sister, who was tied up, off the horse, carried her on their shoulders and walked deep into the woods.

Darcy kept praying in her heart, asking the goddess to save her, but just as Darcy expected, her prayers received no response.

Yes, how could a person who only prayed every day and never worshipped the goddess get a response from the goddess? Darcy himself laughed, thinking that the goddess would only respond to those noble gentlemen who threw gold coins into the donation box.

Watching the bandits carrying her sister, who was already barely breathing, slapping her butt and laughing lewdly, Darcy clenched her fists, ready for a final desperate fight. Even if it had no effect, at least she wanted to let those bandits taste what it felt like to be eaten by a dog.

But at this moment, it seemed that the goddess really responded to Darcy's previous prayers. The bandits walking in front suddenly began to shout: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Before the bandits and captives behind could react, deafening explosions suddenly rang out. Darcy could feel the horrible heat and sound waves just by standing behind.

Was this magic? Or a miracle? Darcy, who was completely confused, looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. It seemed that even the leather armor of the robbers could not completely protect against the fragments produced by the explosion. The robbers who were hit by the fragments fell directly to the ground and wailed in pain.

This is already considered lucky. A few unlucky guys were hit directly by the explosion and died on the spot before they could react.

The robbers immediately left Darcy's sister behind, drew their swords and looked at the explosion area blankly. They still didn't know what had happened.

"Don't be afraid. This kind of powerful spell cannot be cast continuously. Find the enemy and fight back! Fight back!"

The professionals in the team immediately began to give orders, allowing the bandits to regain some of their senses. The bandits immediately began to move closer to each other and surrounded the spellcasters in the team.

Darcy immediately lay down beside her sister. Although she didn't know whether it was a case of robbery, it didn't matter anymore. Darcy just hoped that the group of robbers in front of her would die!

"Dulce, the stone!"

The elder sister opened her eyes and turned her body to remind Darcy. Darcy reacted immediately, followed her elder sister's line of sight, found a stone with some edges and corners, and immediately started to grind the stone that bound her hands on the stone.

Although the first wave of explosion magic looked very powerful, Darcy felt that the fighting power of both sides was at most fifty-fifty. Darcy had experienced the strength of this group of bandits. From the fact that they were able to form a formation to protect the caster immediately after the explosion, it was clear that the other party was not an ordinary bandit.

Even among the bandit gangs in the Giant God Mountains, the military quality of this group of bandits is definitely among the best. Even the ability to obey orders alone has already caught up with many nobles' private soldiers.