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

As if to confirm what the professional bandits said, after another round of bombing, the seemingly endless explosions finally stopped.

The bandits breathed a sigh of relief, and the professionals began to construct spell models in preparation for a counterattack.

"You're happy with the explosion, right? Then it's my turn!"

The bandit professional laughed at the other party's ignorance and lack of practical experience, and mocked him while building the spell model.

An explosion of this intensity clearly showed that the other side was a team mainly composed of spellcasters. Although we didn't know which force they were, we could tell that they had very little experience and might be newcomers to the Giant God Mountains.

After such a heavy bombardment and then such silence, the bandit spellcaster could almost conclude that the other party stopped casting the spell because all the spellcaster's magic power was exhausted.

Because the magic power of the spellcaster is extremely precious, ordinary soldiers are usually used to detect the opponent's position before the spellcaster begins to use spells to attack the opponent. Those who cast spells without even seeing the opponent are obviously amateurs among amateurs.

Unless everyone on the other side knows the explosion spell, and this spell is free.

How is this possible?

The bandit spellcaster smiled. How could there be such a ridiculous thing in the world? He was really stunned by the explosion.

But soon the bandit spellcaster could no longer laugh, as a group of soldiers wearing silver-black armor rushed out directly from the smoke produced by the explosion.

The robber at the front subconsciously drew his knife and chopped at him, but found that his knife made a crisp sound and was bounced away.

Only then did the bandits realize that these soldiers were all wearing armor, and not leather armor or other custom armor, but identical chain mail.

The silver-black soldiers seemed like ruthless killing machines. They rushed directly in front of the robbers through the smoke and drew their swords to chop them, as if they were sure that the robbers' junk could not hurt them at all. They were like a group of evil ghosts in the smoke.

And this was indeed the case. Although the bandits' swords were much stronger than those of the refugees, they were like toys in front of these soldiers and would break at the slightest touch. Even the spellcasters were hacked to death before they could complete the spell model.

At this time, Darcy had forgotten to use the stone to break the ropes that tied him, but instead stared blankly at the battlefield in front of him.

Those bandits who tried their best to catch themselves as chicks were killed one by one by this group of fully armed soldiers. The leather armor that Darcy could not even put together by selling mountain products for several years was like a piece of white paper under the blades of these soldiers. The butcher knives that killed several refugees and savages could not even break the defense of this group of soldiers.

boom!

A bandit spellcaster finally constructed the spell model, and several fireballs as big as bowls hit a silver-black soldier directly. The soldier fell to the ground and rolled over. He immediately took out a bottle of recovery potion from the bag tied to his leg and poured it directly into his mouth. His movements were so smooth that it seemed as if he had no hesitation at all.

You know, although these recovery potions are necessities for mercenaries, bandits and adventurers, most people would only drink them when they were in a life-and-death situation, and they would use one bottle as three bottles, and it can be used for a year if diluted with water. However, these soldiers treated the recovery potions as if they were drinking mountain spring water on the roadside, and they directly drank the whole bottle.

The bandits were more desperate than Darcy thought. After all, Darcy could only see that the equipment of these silver-black soldiers was very strong, but the professionals among the bandits knew what was good.

These soldiers who drink recovery potions as if they were water, not only have enchantments on their weapons, but even the chain mail covering their entire bodies has enchantments.

No wonder he could drink recovery potions as if they were water. Which lord's soldiers are they? Why don't they protect the lord but come to the Giant God Mountains to bully the weak?

The bandit leader immediately raised his hands, laid down his weapons and surrendered. Sure enough, a tall silver-black soldier saw this and let the bandit leader go. He swung his knife and killed a professional who ran past the bandit leader.

The remaining bandits also raised their hands in surrender, and the battle soon ended in a one-sided manner.

"Detain them all and search them all. Don't let any of them go."

Lowry, who was at the front, took off his helmet and directed the soldiers to control the scene.

It has to be said that this group of bandits was the strongest one Lowry had encountered in the past few days. However, under the absolute crushing of equipment, these bandits still had no chance. At most, a few soldiers on the top were injured by a few magic bullets.

This feeling was so great. Laurie had never fought such a prosperous battle. Even if Lind continued to require him to practice marching and recite the Three Disciplines and Eight Points of Attention, Laurie felt it was worth it.

Immediately, one part of the soldiers began to search and detain the robbers, while another part began to rescue the prisoners.

Even the ropes used to tie up the captives can be used on these bandits immediately. It can only be said that this is karma.

The soldiers also kindly took out their own recovery potions and gave them to the weak prisoners.

One soldier even took out a booklet and began asking about the age and family situation of each prisoner, and continued to comfort these newly rescued prisoners.

The earnest tone and sincere attitude made the captives think that it was the goddess appearing and sending paladins to rescue them. They knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the soldiers.

The soldier in charge of recording quickly helped the captive up and said, "Everyone is equal. You don't have to kneel anymore. If you really want to thank us, just cooperate with the investigation."

But these words made the captives believe more firmly that it was the legendary paladin who saved them, and even more people knelt on the ground and kowtowed continuously.

Lowry on the side couldn't stand it anymore and urged, "Clerk, if they want to kneel, let them kneel. Just register them. I have to finish my work and go back to drink."

The soldier called the clerk immediately retorted: "Comrade Laurie, this is not a question of kneeling or not, but to let these people know that they don't have to be afraid of us, so that we can do our work better."

"And Comrade Laurie, military orders stipulate that drinking is not allowed during missions. If you insist on drinking, I have the right to report you to Lord Lind."

When Laurie heard this, he immediately recalled the last time he was reported for drinking secretly, and Linde punished him by making him copy the three major disciplines and eight points of attention 200 times. He was immediately at a loss and pouted his lips and said, "Okay, okay, oh, all of you who went to listen to Isa's class talk in the same tone, it's really boring."