Chapter 162： Dust settled (1/2)

Not so long ago, the elite mercenary group, which seemed to be invincible, was so smouldering. In a form of combat that has never been seen before, it seems as if the harvested wheat has been continuously poured down.

A group of heavily armed soldiers came out of the woods and began to clean the battlefield and count the bodies.

The displaced people are the poor people living in the lowermost layers of society. The best situation is only the free people who have a hard time. Those who have not been educated and have not seen much things can’t see the soldiers’ equipment and other nobles. What makes the army look like the same expensive steel armor, with swords in their hands (although they don't use those swords at all), the same fierce and terrible.

The displaced people who had fled to the depths of the camp because of the explosion did not retreat. They were quickly found by the unidentified soldiers from a stone cave and a tattered tent, and brought to the square where they were gathered. The soldiers did not Civilians exert violence, but these fearful people are still trembled one by one, and there is no more peace of mind than when the former mercenaries used swords to add them.

For most people in this era, robbers, mercenaries, and soldiers are all the same. In fact, these three roles are indeed interchangeable at any time.

Qiong was on the side of the crowd, carefully reducing her sense of existence. She didn't know where the soldiers came from, but they were unified and acted in order, apparently a nobleman's army, and a nobleman. Why did you suddenly run to annihilate a mercenary group? This can be really bad, but in any case, it is certainly not for the rescue of a group of "untouchables."

Maybe they have to do the same thing as the former mercenaries to catch some slaves back, although the orthodox nobles rarely do these things themselves, but for the brutal and chaotic south, the deviant aristocracy also exists.

The tall and tall man should be the leader of these people. He commands another knight and a girl who looks like an elf, and all the soldiers around him are awe-inspiring. After the task is assigned, this tall figure The man came over to this side.

The displaced people gathered together in fear. Many people had bruises after being pushed and fell. Gao Wen couldn’t tell from them which one was the “leader” of this refugee team. Beside the crowd, say aloud: "I am the lord of this land. You don't have to be afraid. Are you all the people who are here to protect you? Are there any missing or injured that cannot be moved?"

These refugees were shocked by Gao Wen’s big voice, and then he was shocked by his lord’s identity. The first reaction was to brush back and go back. Then you look at me and I look at you, no one. Dare to answer.

Gao Wen frowned, and at this time, the pastor Wright had wiped the blood stained by his hands on the "silence" and came to Gao Wen.

"The light is on! Look at the physical condition of these poor people!" The sage of the strong man exclaimed, drew a sacred symbol on his chest, and then opened his hands to read the words, a sly and radiant glow. It emerged in the air in all directions. As Wright recited the specific sentences in the Prayer of Light, these gleams gradually formed a magical technique that could restore energy and treat small injuries in a wide range. "May the Holy Light heal you." ”

In addition to being disciplined, the poor bottom people rarely have close contact with real magic or magic. A wide range of “light effect light” is only the most basic first-level magic, but still makes these People are awe-inspiring and even violent.

Wright discovered the injured people in the refugees after performing this basic magic. The weak magic did not work on them, so he pulled these people out of the team one by one and treated them separately.

A dark-skinned girl was hurt more seriously than others, and her injury had worsened for more than a day. One of her arms was bitten by her shoulder and was bitten by some beast with a fang, and she had already hurt her muscles. In this harsh environment, an infection has occurred, and compared to this injury, the **** and fuzzy new wound on her face is not enough.

"You are lucky," Wright cleaned the infected wound on Joan's arm with the Holy Light. "Look, see, it's all purulent. If you have a few days, you will have a high fever. I can't keep it for a while." !"

Joan could feel that her injury was improving at an incredible speed, and the nobleman who claimed to be the lord who had stood next to him had turned his attention to her. She heard the other person say: "The injury on your arm is not the mercenary." Get it?"

"...is bitten by the beast." Jonke kept the tension in his heart and replied with fear.

"What about that face?"

"It was drawn by their whip."

"...Don't be afraid, these mercenaries can't hurt you anymore," Gao Wen said comfortably to the scarred girl. "How many people do you have? Are you here?"

In the brain of Qiong’s mind, Tom’s figure flashed in a flash. She bit her lip and didn’t know if she should open it.