Warlord: King of All Clans

The fighting stopped, and the militia and the horse thieves confronted each other across the narrow corridor door of the blockhouse.

In order to enhance defense, there is a five or six meter long corridor from the stone fortress entrance to the main hall of the blockhouse, which can only accommodate two people walking side by side.

Behind the walls on both sides are rooms that are connected from the inside. There are also small windows on the stone walls that provide shooting opportunities, which can be used to prevent enemy attacks.

But now most of the rooms in the blockhouse have collapsed, and the bandits are gathered in the main hall.

After a fierce battle, only the bandit leader and five others, as well as Friar Lawrence and his two armed followers were left on the bandit side.

Brother Lawrence, who had been hiding in the main hall, hurriedly put on his holy white robe with gold patterns and held a religious scripture in his hand.

He appeared on the other side of the corridor, emitting a faint golden light. He looked solemn and dignified. He shouted, "I am a believer in the Holy Light and your father! If you believe in me, I will forgive your soul! If you do not believe in me, you will be punished by the Holy Light!"

The militiamen and horse thieves all watched his performance in silence.

Friar Lawrence felt incredible at the cold reception. In his subconscious, people feared the holy light more than death, so at this moment they should have retreated or even kneeled down to pray.

But he soon realized that this was the North and the Holy Light didn't work very well here.

The people of the North have no faith in the Holy Light! They are all heretics!

So he decided to get serious and began to whisper long prayers that no one else could understand.

The faint golden light on his body began to converge. Not only that, the light and shadow around his body quickly dimmed and his entire body turned pale, like a faded figure in a painting.

The main hall, which was originally very dark, seemed to have suddenly turned into night, and even people's faces could not be seen clearly.

"Dark Word: Mind Whip!"

As Brother Lawrence shouted and pointed his finger, Leo instantly felt as if he was hit on the head with a knife. Severe pain came from his forehead, as if his soul was about to be split apart.

This is a magical world!

Leo was in great pain, and an idea suddenly popped into his head.

And I just watched him cast the spell calmly!

"Um?"

In just a moment, a doubtful voice came from the depths of his mind, and then a powerful and inexplicable spiritual power came from the depths of his mind.

It was as if a gentle breeze was caressing my face, and the sharp pain that had been burning my soul instantly disappeared, leaving only a refreshing and cool feeling.

The pain just now seemed to be just an illusion.

Leo realized what was going on and shouted in his heart: "Master Bobak, I love you!"

Archdruid Bobak replied gently, "You're welcome."

Freya's childish voice could be heard from afar, "Leorio, I love you too!"

Originally, Leo thought that the soul link spell released by Bobak could only be used for communication, but he didn't expect it to have a remote dispel function!

In the face of Bobak's powerful soul power, this lowest-level curse spell was blown away by the wind like light smoke.

Leo was very happy for a moment. Who doesn't have a grandfather?

To outsiders, Leo just frowned, then his expression became normal with a gentle smile on his lips.

The injury was just like smelling a fart, and it was from a lover!

Friar Lawrence, the releaser of the curse, was in disbelief.

Even an awakened transcendent would temporarily lose their combat effectiveness due to mental shock and soul burning under his dark word curse.

How come this ordinary boy in front of me is not hurt at all?

According to the normal development of the plot, he should have dropped his weapon, knelt on the ground and howled, scaring his militiamen into surrendering.

The horse thief leader looked at Friar Lawrence as if he were an idiot. Not having any knowledge of magic, he thought the charlatan was fooling people again.

At this point, who would be fooled by you?

It's time to show your true strength!

Pushing away Friar Lawrence who was still doubting his life, the leader of the horse thieves stood up.

He shouted at Leo, "You! Damn it, you killed all my people. How about we deal with it one-on-one?"

When it comes to one-on-one fights, he has never been afraid of anyone before awakening!

This is how the previous leader died.

Leo didn't quite understand the horse thief leader's strange western accent and looked at him unfriendlyly: "Woof woof?"

He took Ivan's crossbow and pulled the trigger at the bandit leader.

"Are you still barking?"

The leader of the horse bandits looked at the crossbow feather that was almost embedded in his chest in disbelief. He covered his chest with one hand and pointed at Leo with the other: "You! You... don't tell me..."

Before he could finish his words, he fell to the ground.

What the hell dares you to bark at me? Not even a kobold is that brave!

Leo looked at the corpse of the bandit leader indifferently, and shouted to the rest of the people: "Put down your weapons, come out and surrender, and you won't be killed if you surrender your weapons!"

Seeing that the remaining bandits were obviously hesitating, Brother Lawrence shouted, "Don't listen to him! Let's hold the passage, and they can't break in!"

Under his command, two armed followers raised their fan-shaped shields and blocked the exit of the passage.

The militiamen tried to shoot the bandits inside with crossbows, but were stopped by the armed escorts who were experienced in combat and raised their shields.

Leo didn't intend to risk the lives of the militiamen to attack the city. He simply waved his hand and said, "Burn them to death!"

Immediately, half of the militia continued to block the doorway, while the other half ran to collect firewood and threw it into the corridor, preparing to burn the horse thieves inside to death.

The main hall inside is not big, and there are only a few rooms, and there are no other exits. If it burns for half an hour, the smoke will be enough to kill people.

At this time, Wu Jin came in with a team of militiamen who were lying in ambush outside. After meeting up with Leo, he lowered his head and dared not look at him.

There were eleven militiamen, almost all of them were injured. The fur armor on the back of one militiaman was split open, revealing a huge gap. Although the wound was bandaged, his face was pale and he could hardly stand.

"What's going on?" Leo asked with a frown.

Wu Jin stammered, "We fought a few times with the enemy, but don't worry, no one escaped. We hacked them all to death."

Leo looked at him, guessed the reason immediately, and whispered, "I'll deal with you when I get back."

It turned out that Wu Jin saw that there were only five horse thieves left in the attack, and he thought that he had the advantage with eleven of them, so he led his men to rush forward.

Unexpectedly, these horse thieves on the opposite side were all old bandits who had killed countless people and had much more combat experience than the militiamen.

Previously, in the face of the barrage of short spears and crossbows, the horse thieves' performance was mediocre, even a little clumsy.

But when they fight face to face, the difference in combat effectiveness becomes apparent.

At the first encounter, several militiamen were hacked and injured, and their shields could not stop the opponent's tricky swordsmanship.

But the horse thieves were like loaches, and the militia's daggers could not touch them at all.

Fortunately, Leo's daily training paid off. Even when the militiamen were charging, they subconsciously maintained their formation, and would immediately huddle together if they suffered the slightest disadvantage.

With the support of the shield formation, the militiamen covered each other, attacked in coordination, and returned to their training state, only then were they able to kill the five horse thieves.

In the open space of the blockhouse, the militiamen picked up some firewood, added a few of the bandits' tents and felt sleeping mats, threw them into the corridor, lit the fire, and immediately thick smoke billowed.

Seeing the fire rising, the people inside finally panicked, and Brother Lawrence shouted in panic: "Get out! Get out! Fight them!"