I am a god in another world

Ah! Ah! Ah!

The brothers of the Sword Brotherhood seemed a little bit unbearable. Many of them would shrink back and dodge and parry at the slightest pain.

However, this kind of close-range melee is a battle of blood and courage. Once there is fear and retreat, the enemy will surely bite and hold on, step by step, and what awaits them is a storm of attack, attack, and attack again.

The Leathermen used practical actions to interpret what it means that offense is the best defense. When their attacks suppress the enemy and they can't raise their heads, how can the enemy have time to launch an attack?

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Those solid wooden sticks couldn't withstand the stormy attack of the Leathermen, and many of them were broken by them.

These Leathermen were not panicked, and their methods were different.

Some used broken sticks as short sticks.

Some took weapons from the enemy.

Some picked up any hard objects they could pick up from the side of the street as weapons.

Some even rushed forward with their fists in their hands.

The fangs of the Leathermen really bit into the camp of the Sword Brotherhood like fangs.

It didn't look like the Sword Brotherhood surrounded the Leathermen fangs, but it looked like the Leathermen used their fang tactics to split the Sword Brotherhood.

If it weren't for the elite Sword Brotherhood wearing Far Eastern light armor, standing in the center like a mainstay, and not being moved by the crazy attack of the Leathermen, I'm afraid the brothers of the Sword Brotherhood would have been overwhelmed.

When the fangs of the Leathermen touched them, it was like touching a hard bone made of steel. More than 80% of the hardwood sticks were broken on them, but the effect was really average.

Although blunt attack is an effective means of attack against this kind of armor, it also requires weapons.

The blunt force produced by the hardwood sticks is really limited.

"Gather us and form a battle formation." Ferrican ordered loudly.

Since the other side's Leatherman witch had no intention of attacking, it meant that she was just as cautious as them and just used her fists to speak, so he no longer had any scruples and gathered into a dense offensive and defensive battle formation with the Sword Thorn Elite as the center.

Those guild brothers wearing Far Eastern Light Armor were located on the outside, resisting the violent attack of the Leatherman people, protecting those guild brothers with thinner armor inside, allowing them to concentrate on launching a counterattack.

The guild brothers of the Sword Thorn Brotherhood had obviously undergone special militia training, and their reactions were very fast. They quickly filled in the circular battle formation formed by the Sword Thorn Elite.

The entire battle formation was not large, with a scale of only forty or fifty people, but the situation immediately reversed.

With those Far Eastern Light Armor holding off the violent attack of the Leatherman people, the remaining Sword Thorn brothers immediately freed up their hands and feet to launch a counterattack.

The fanatical excitement of the Leathermen could not cover up the injuries they had suffered. Soon many of them became scarred and fell into a state of weakness.

Excited frenzy is very exhausting. Before reaching a certain professional level and being able to directly absorb magic from the outside world to replenish mental and physical consumption, this state is difficult to sustain for a long time.

Protracted war is the only way to deal with low- and medium-level berserkers.

Under normal circumstances, this is indeed the case.

But there is still a spoiler here.

Gavin, who had been mixed in with the Leathermen and watched the battle closely, pointed the dragon oak staff in his hand to the sky and said with full force: "Light of Life."

Boom!

The brilliant emerald green light gushed out from his body and instantly swept across the Leathermen 20 meters away from him.

The gentle natural force cleansed their souls and bodies, clearing away their fatigue and pain.

Guide the power of life.

After Gavin synchronized with the dragon oak mother tree, the dragon oak mother tree gave him a divine power.

Since he got it, he has used it so many times that he can be counted on one hand.

But it is undeniable that this ability is powerful.

This is an absolute group healing.

Combined with the fairy steps of the elegant spirits, it is simply an invincible auxiliary ability in group battles.

His figure only flashed a few times, and he appeared next to another group of weak Leathermen.

Four consecutive life lights.

Directly restored the Leathermen Fangs Team to its peak state.

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

"We will be invincible and unstoppable."

"We will win!"

The morale of those Leathermen soared to the peak state.

"Cheating, this is blatant cheating."

"What kind of spell is this? It can actually perform precise group healing?"

"Who is this guy? Is he a warrior? Or a priest?"

The morale of the Sword Brotherhood plummeted. They fought with the Leathermen for a long time, but the other side only cast four group healing spells and returned to the pre-liberation era overnight.

The problem is that no one knows how many such spells the other side can cast.

If there are two more rounds, even those elite sword warriors will not be able to withstand it. The Far East Mingguang armor soaked by rain has increased in weight, and the dampness and coldness are also increasing their physical consumption.

It won't be long before they are exhausted even if they are not knocked down by the Leathermen.

"Totem Fury!"

The Leathermen have used their trump card.

The totem phantoms on the Leatherman Berserkers were also soaked in blood, roaring wildly, as if they wanted to struggle out of their bodies, and their muscles further swelled, becoming thicker and stronger.

The tiger totem of Patram, the fang leader, jumped out from his body and became a real existence. Then with a tiger pounce, he directly knocked down the sword stabbing elite who was standing in front of him. On the ground, the thick and long tiger tail twisted and dragged the other one to the ground.

The leader of the fangs stepped forward and threw the third man to the ground, ignoring the attacks that fell on him.

Leader Fang was not the only one in this situation. The totem spirits of two Leatherman Berserkers who were wearing cave bear totems also jumped out, and also killed several gang elites wearing Far Eastern Bright Light Armor. Knocked to the ground, he stabbed the Brotherhood with his sword forcefully, tearing three gaps in the battle formation.

The fanged soldiers behind them swarmed in through the gap, tearing the battle formation into pieces like fangs.

This is what distinguishes Leatherman Berserkers from ordinary barbarians. They follow the totem path.

Unlike Uthgard Barbarians, each tribe worships a powerful spirit totem, each Leatherman Berserker has his own totem spirit.

After they become Berserkers, they will have a short journey to practice. The purpose of this practice is to find their own soul totem.

This kind of spirit totem does not necessarily already exist. It may also be a powerful being that he killed with his own hands during the journey and transformed it into a spirit totem for his own use. It may also be a unique being that was recognized during the journey. .

But the most important thing is to get the recognition of the already existing spirit totem, and the two parties establish a connection and let it become their own spirit totem.

The sources of these spirits vary. They are most likely natural transformations, or they may be their own spirits left behind after the death of Leatherman Berserkers - these spirits will not die with the death of Leatherman Berserkers.

This is why the Leatherman Kingdom is known as having millions of spirit totems. It is not uncommon for several generations of berserkers to inherit and share the same spirit totem.

"That's enough, stop it! Our Sword and Thorn Brotherhood will admit defeat."

Loud shouts like thunder resounded throughout the entire Uthmer City Pier, and two more teams of elite swordsmen rushed out. The magic aura emanating from the Far Eastern Bright Light Armor worn by the two warriors at the head was even more powerful than Felican's. Only strong, not weak.

When the gang brothers of the Sword Thorn Brotherhood saw them, it was like seeing a life-saving straw, and they gathered behind them like a tide.

"We can't admit defeat." Felican led his sword stabbing elite to join his two brothers and said with a pinched neck, "Their unloading of goods is fake, but the challenge to our dominance in Uxmail City is real. We Once we give in, the city of Uxmail will no longer be ours. As long as the three of us brothers join forces, we can 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 the opponent you are facing now?" The leader of the Sword Thorn Brotherhood interrupted his brother, "They have never been serious with us from the beginning to the end. If they really want our lives, We have no chance to stand here and speak.”

Immediately, the leader of the Sword Assault saluted Gavin from a distance: "I have seen General Gavin, please forgive us for our previous sin of ignorance. If we had known that a god's chosen person was coming in person, we would definitely not be so rude."

"Chosen by God?! He is actually a chosen one? Which god is he chosen by?"

"Gods above, a chosen one of the gods has appeared in our city, and we still feel disrespectful to him."

"I have never heard of such a young divine choice."

Upon hearing the word "God's Choice", many people on the spot became paralyzed and dropped their weapons on the ground.

For ordinary people, the real gods are too intimidating.

Especially the chosen ones of the gods.

Although the gods exist, they are too far away for ordinary people. Many people never have the opportunity to see their true appearance or listen to their voices throughout their lives. They must rely on devout believers and priests to convey their voices.

In their eyes, the elects selected by the gods and endowed with special abilities are undoubtedly the beings closest to the gods, and they exercise the authority of the gods in the human world.

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

If they were kind gods, they would most likely not receive their blessings in this area.

If it were the evil god Zhuan, it would be tantamount to inviting disaster for oneself. Once a divine punishment such as a curse was imposed, death or destruction would be small, but it would probably last for countless years and bring harm to future generations.

"Stop attacking." Patlem took the lead in ending his rage and ordered loudly.

The self-control ability of these Leathermen is much higher than people think.

The berserker warriors who were in a violent state all released their fury, looked at the Sword Thorn Brotherhood with vigilance, and cautiously began to gather their formation.

These Leathermen also know the principle of giving up when things go well. It is true that they have the upper hand now, but they have not been able to completely defeat the opponent.

The tortoise shells of those gang brothers wearing Far Eastern Mingguang armor were much harder than they imagined. Even the totem spirits with huge size and amazing power could only knock them down and beat them until they vomited blood. For a while, there was no way to kill them completely.

And the other side has two reserve teams of sword thorn elites.

From the beginning, the other side did not try their best.

The team of sword thorn elites in front is a bait, and the other two teams are the real killers. It is estimated that they were waiting for the Leathermen to fall into weakness and launch a fatal attack on them from their weak flanks.

The Sword Thorn Brotherhood has controlled the city of Usmer for more than 30 years in the form of a gang. How could it be that they don’t have their own unique features?

If the less than a hundred old and weak Leathermen could easily overwhelm and destroy them, they would have been buried in the belly of fish for many times.

What Ferrican said before was not pure bragging.

If it weren’t for the protection of their Sword Thorn Brotherhood, this small city with an excellent port would have become a prostitute of pirates long ago, even if it hadn’t become a pirate’s nest, allowing them to come and go here.

In that case, the lives of the citizens of Usmer would be even more miserable, instead of just enduring the more severe exploitation of the Sword Thorn Brotherhood.

It was just that they didn't expect that the leader of this Cormier fleet was far more extraordinary than they had imagined. As soon as they got his intelligence, the Sword Brotherhood adjusted their plans.

A strong dragon will not suppress a local snake.

This sentence is true, but strong dragons are divided into levels.

If this strong dragon is far superior to the local snake in all aspects, and if the local snake still doesn't have the vision to resist, there is only one result, that is, it will be crushed without leaving any residue.

The sword elites of their three teams are indeed very tough in front of these Leathermen who lack powerful attack equipment. I dare not say that they can fight ten against one, but they can still fight three against one, and they can drag them down alive.

But for a general who can lead 100,000 troops, travel 3,500 kilometers, attack cities and build cities, and destroy cities, I am afraid it is not enough. The other party can just randomly draw out an elite and trample them into the mud.

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

If they fail to react from beginning to end, what awaits them will be a catastrophe - this shows that they do not have enough foundation and ability, and even if they are eradicated, it will not lead to too serious consequences.

The murderous intention hidden in this political game is thousands of times more dangerous than the dock fight in front of them, and it is not something that ordinary people can handle.

Gavin was not surprised at all that the Sword Brotherhood had discovered his identity. Thousands of kilometers are an insurmountable distance for ordinary people, but for those who have a little power, it is just a matter of two advanced teleportation spells.

In Gavin's view, the Sword Brotherhood had deliberately made trouble before, which was a stupid move, exposing their own short-sightedness, but at least they were not stupid enough.

Gavin did not respond directly, but ordered his shadow: "Let the High Priest Anna lead the medical team to enter."

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

The two teams of soldiers, one team is all male, and the other team is all female. They have one common feature, that is, they are very young. Judging from their faces, the average age is no more than 20 years old.

Their clothes are very uniform, wearing gray long clothes and trousers inside, and composite breastplates outside, with the holy emblem of Ilmater, the god of the martyrs, on it. They carry Howard convenience bags, wear ghost cloaks, wear a transparent air glass arm shield on their left arm, and hold a life staff in their right hand.

The leader is none other than Anna Carbon, the Ilmater priest who was first abducted by Gavin... No, the first to follow the conqueror.

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

But if they are compared with those ordinary people, it is so fast that they are amazed. Even the most successful adventure team in Faerun can hardly reach their level.

Anna is in the first echelon of growth speed, and is the object of Gavin's training with all his resources and opportunities.

Not only do good things pile up on her first, but in many cases, no matter whether it is useful or not, she will be brought around. She is jokingly called one of Gavin's many shadows in the Conqueror Army.

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

The priests of Ilmater, the god of the suffering, are respected as the best healers in Faerun, not only because they have obtained corresponding divine arts and exclusive fields that tend to be medical, but also because of their sympathy for those who are sick, and their meticulous and unrewarded care.

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

Ilmater's churches, monasteries, etc., all have the function of part-time hospitals. Some mental hospitals, leprosy shelters, etc., are mostly opened by devout believers of this god.

Gavin, who was destined to develop the territory in the future, would naturally carry out training in this area, so much so that at the beginning, they even set their sights on the kobolds and wanted to train a team of kobold medics.

The experimental results show that this is a matter of getting half the result with twice the effort. Although Gavin still has a large number of kobold medics under his command, they do not rely on the faith of Ilmater, but on the power of dragon veins. Their growth ceiling in this aspect is very low, and they can only fill the bottom of the entire medical system.