The Personal Soldiers clad in black armor, fully ard, each a carefully selected killing machine, had co solely to capture the two.
There were about thirteen of them. After the initial volley of crossbow bolts missed, they imdiately drew their waist swords and charged at Xien Waidao and Mukuai 1234.
Without ti to ponder why the Personal Soldiers would attack him, Xien Waidao turned and leaped onto Mukuai 1234’s back, pointing toward a nearby village and yelling, “Giddy up!”
“You son of a — ” Mukuai 1234 cursed angrily.
“Cut the crap! You wouldn’t want to waste your precious rit here for nothing, would you?”
“Why shouldn’t I just drop you as bait? Anyway, you’re one of the Great Heavenly Lord’s n; they can’t touch you here!”
“I don’t like senseless sacrifices. And considering you run faster while carrying than I do on my own, ridingyou is the best option. Anyway, let’s move!”
Mukuai 1234 had no choice but to flee for his life.
Behind them, the City Master’s Personal Soldiers may have been weighed down by armor, but they were strong and vigorous, moving swiftly despite the load, and closing the distance more and more.
Just as Mukuai 1234 could feel the breath of his pursuers on his back, the young and able n of the village finally noticed the anomaly here.
A piercing whistle sound rose, and the villagers rushed out, sprinting toward the scene, shouting aloud, “Do not harm our benefactor!”
Faced with these ard villagers, the leading Personal Soldier montarily stopped, raising his token high and bellowing, “I am a City Master’s Personal Soldier, the rank of Squad Leader. I am now on a mission to capture a healer, and not only do you not cooperate, but you even hinder us. Are you planning to rebel?”
His reply was a barrage of arrows.
Quickly retrieving the shield on his back, the Squad Leader blocked the arrows, his gaze upon the young n now filled with anger.
Indeed, the City Master was right; these people already harbored rebellious thoughts.
However, the pri culprit was that healer who bewitched people’s hearts; it was imperative to capture the ringleader, while the rest needed only a bit of punishnt.
With a fierce wave ofhis hand, the soldiers behind him drew their swords and advanced, charging at the villagers.
Unlike constables, Personal Soldiers were not only immune to disease but were also allowed to wear armor.
Squad Leaders and above could even receive a blessing from the Demon Lord Temple once a month to stimulate their potential, making them as strong as Monsters.
This blessing had nothing to do with disease; it was the miraculous result of countless experints by the Demon Lord Temple, a supernatural realm beyond normal human comprehension.
So, even though the villagers outnumbered them by three to one, the Squad Leader didn’t think these hastily trained militia could stand against them.
Surveying the nearby terrain, the Squad Leader disregarded the encircling villagers, pointed at Xien Waidao and Mukuai 1234 in the crowd, and commanded, “On my order! Draw swords, charge!”
The remaining twelve n, with the Squad Leader at the heart, drew their swords and rushed into the crowd toward Xien Waidao and Mukuai 1234.
They were imposing with every step, carrying the sound of whistling wind, bearing down on the crowd like an iron wall, ready to crush the villagers and their targets alike.
The first wave of villagers confronted them but were imdiately sent flying by the nearly two-ter-tall Squad Leader, their shoulders shattered.
Yet they still struggled to stand, ignoring the pain and shouting fiercely, “Do not harm our benefactor!”
The second wave of villagers stepped up only to be cut down and pushed aside by the Personal Soldiers, each one bleeding profusely.
The third wave consisted of the village elders; so were already frail, barely able to hold their weapons, but each one had a resolute gaze, determinedly defending the two.
Seeing the whole village’s people falling one after another to protect Xien Waidao, the Squad Leader was finally moved.
Swatting away the elders before him, he grabbed the unguarded Xien Waidao and demanded fiercely, “What is going on here? What kind of spell have you used to make them willing to die for you?”
“I just treated them a little better,” Xien Waidao said helplessly.
“Is the City Master not good to them? There’s ample food here, comfortable bedding, no worries about disease every day. With such a benevolent City Master, why would you rebel?”
Xien Waidao looked helplessly at the Squad Leader and said, “That’s your privilege; they don’t have it.”
The Squad Leader was at a loss for words.
At that mont, he saw Xien Waidao start to draw circles, with purple arcs forming extraordinary symbols as they joined end to end.
Imdiately grabbing the other’s fingers, he demanded again, “What are you doing?”
“Healing them. So of them are near death. Let treat them first; we can talk about killing afterward, okay?”
The Squad Leader was once again at a loss for words.
A healer’s spells are all related to repelling disease and healing wounds. None had spells for attacking others, but they were the best physicians.
With his arms crossed and standing aside, the Squad Leader watched Xien Waidao treat the people around him and couldn’t help but feel astonished.
So wounds, even the Demon Lord Temple could not heal, at best could only stave off disease, but still, the victims would die.
But this healer had the power to regenerate flesh and nd bones. So wounds that looked fatal were healed with a single symbol.
If such a person were in the City Master Mansion, the combat casualties between City Masters could be reduced to an unbelievable extent.
A person like this should be invited into the City Master Mansion, placed on par with the Demon Lord Temple, so why must he be killed?
Although his healing wasn’t quick, his movents were steady.
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