The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

As if to confirm what the professional bandit had 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 had your fun, huh? Well, it's my turn now!"

The bandit professional mocked the other party's ignorance and lack of practical experience, while constructing a spell model and making sarcastic remarks.

The intensity of the explosion clearly indicated that the opposing team was primarily composed of spellcasters. Although their faction was unknown, it was evident that they lacked experience and were likely newcomers to the Giant God Mountains.

After such a barrage of attacks, there was such silence that the bandit spellcaster could almost conclude that the other party had stopped casting the spell because the spellcaster had exhausted all of his magic power.

Because spellcasters' magic power is extremely precious, ordinary soldiers are usually used to scout out the opponent's location before the spellcaster begins to use spells to attack the opponent. Someone who throws spells around without even seeing the opponent is clearly a complete novice.

Unless everyone on the other side knows the Explosion spell, and that spell is free.

How is this possible?

The bandit spellcaster chuckled. How could such an absurd thing happen in the world? He must have been completely dazed by the explosion.

But the bandit spellcaster's smile soon vanished as a group of soldiers clad in silver-black armor burst out of the smoke from the explosion.

The bandit at the front instinctively drew his knife and slashed, only to find that his knife made a crisp sound and was deflected.

Only then did the bandits realize that the soldiers were all armored, and not leather armor or other custom-made armor, but all identical two-piece plate armor.

The silver-black soldiers seemed like ruthless killing machines, rushing directly to the bandits through the smoke, drawing their swords and slashing, as if they were certain that the bandits' shoddy weapons couldn't harm them at all, like a group of evil spirits in the smoke.

And that 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, breaking at the slightest touch. Some spellcasters were even killed with a single blow before they could complete their spell models.

At this moment, Darcy had forgotten to use stones to break the ropes binding him, and was staring blankly at the battlefield before him.

Those few bandits who had risked their lives to capture the enemy were cut down one by one by these fully armed soldiers. The leather armor that Darcy had been selling mountain goods for years to afford was like a piece of paper under the soldiers' blades. The butcher knives that had killed several refugees and savages could not even break through the soldiers' defenses.

boom!

A bandit spellcaster finally completed the spell model, and several fireballs the size of bowls slammed directly into a silver-black soldier. After the soldier fell to the ground and rolled, he immediately took out a bottle of recovery potion from the bag tied to his leg and poured it into his mouth. His movements were fluid and seemingly without the slightest hesitation.

It's important to understand that while these recovery potions are necessities for mercenaries, bandits, and adventurers, most people only dare to drink them when facing life-or-death situations, and they use one bottle as if it were three, diluting it with water to last for a year. But these soldiers treated the recovery potions as if they were drinking spring water from the roadside, chugging down the entire bottle.

The bandits were even more desperate than Darcy had imagined. After all, Darcy could only tell that the silver-black soldiers were very well equipped, but the professional bandits knew their stuff.

These soldiers, who drink healing potions like water, not only have enchanted weapons, but every part of their split plate armor is also enchanted.

No wonder they can drink recovery potions like water. Which lord's soldier is this? Instead of protecting his lord, he's here to bully noobs in the Giant God Mountains.

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

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

"Bring them all under control and search them thoroughly; don't let a single one escape."

Laurie, who was at the forefront, 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 group Laurie had encountered in the past few days, but under the absolute equipment crushing, these bandits still had no chance. At most, a few hot-headed soldiers were injured by a few magic spells.

This feeling was so exhilarating. Laurie had never fought such a rewarding battle before. Even though Lind continued to demand that they practice marching and recite the Three Main Rules of Discipline and the Eight Points for Attention, Laurie felt it was all worth it.

Immediately, some soldiers began searching and detaining the bandits, while others began rescuing the prisoners.

Even the ropes used to tie up prisoners could be used on these bandits immediately; it can only be said that karma is a cycle.

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

One soldier even pulled out a booklet and began asking about the age and family situation of each prisoner, while constantly comforting these newly rescued prisoners.

The prisoners thought it was a divine intervention, with a holy knight sent down to rescue them, and they all knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the soldiers.

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

These words only strengthened the prisoners' belief that the legendary paladin had saved them, and many more knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

Laurie, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore and urged, "Clerk, let them kneel if they want to. Once the registration is done, that's enough. I need to go back and have a drink after I'm done with my work."

The soldier referred to as the clerk immediately retorted, "Comrade Laurie, this isn't about kneeling or not; it's about letting these people know they don't need to fear us so we can carry out our work more effectively."

"Furthermore, Comrade Laurie, military regulations stipulate that drinking alcohol is not allowed during missions. If you insist on drinking, I have the right to report you to Lord Linde."

Upon hearing this, Laurie immediately recalled the last time she was reported for secretly drinking alcohol, and Linde punished her by making her copy the Three Main Rules of Discipline and Eight Points for Attention two hundred times. She immediately had no choice but to pout and say, "Okay, okay, oh dear, all of you who went to Isa's class speak the same way. It's really boring."