Chapter 11 Take action
"Okay, okay, I'll ask right away."
President Lu Qi was also a little panicked now. He had never thought of encountering so many robbers before.
However, before he reached Locke's carriage, he saw Locke getting out of the carriage.
"Lord Locke."
President Lu Qi ran a few steps quickly and came to Locke. While wiping the sweat on his forehead with a silk gauze, he asked Locke: "Sir Locke, the front of the convoy was intercepted by about a thousand bandits. Do you see Should we take a step back now?”
Although President Rucci doesn't want to lose 50% of the goods, he can't question Locke's ability in front of Locke, right?
I can only express my concerns in a roundabout way.
Of course, if Locke said he wanted to take a step back, President Rucci would have to swallow this bitter pill.
After all, it was because he formed such a huge caravan that he attracted so many bandits.
If it were just his own caravan, a bandit gang would only have one or two hundred people at most. In front of Lord Locke, they would not be able to make any trouble at all.
"No need, President Rucci."
Although Locke didn't know that President Lu Qi had so many thoughts, Locke also looked down upon the robbers very much.
A strong person dares to wield a knife against a stronger person.
The weak will swing their swords at the weaker.
In Locke's view, with the strength these bandits have, they will live a good life no matter what they do.
But they are used to getting something for nothing and plundering wealth from the hands of the weak. If Locke doesn't meet such people, forget it. If he does, he can just deal with them.
Three years of fighting on the battlefield had already made Locke realize the reality of this world.
After nodding to President Lu Qi, Locke came to the front of the caravan, escorted by four sixth-level warriors.
"No, this caravan has a magician!"
The leader of the red silk bandits was shocked when he saw Locke appear.
Why is the status of magicians so much higher than that of warriors?
Nothing but strength.
A magician can kill a large number of warriors with a single area magic.
It would be okay if this magician was only an intermediate magician, but his magic power was limited. For advanced warriors, the intermediate magic would not be fatal to one or two.
But if they are high-level magicians, they are in danger!
Advanced magic, both in terms of power and range, is several times stronger than intermediate magic.
On the battlefield, if you want to win or reduce casualties, the first thing you have to do is kill the opponent's accompanying magician!
"Everyone, there is a magician in this caravan. All level six warriors, charge with me!"
"Kill the opponent's magician first, and then discuss the rest."
After the leader of the red silk bandit finished speaking, he pulled out the giant sword from his back, used his foot force hard, and made a big hole in the ground. Then he suddenly jumped out more than ten meters and rushed towards Locke's direction.
The remaining bandit leaders also drew their weapons at this moment and charged closely behind the red silk bandit leader.
Of course, in order to prevent themselves and others from being wiped out by a single spell, everyone spread out as far apart as possible.
"Protect Lord Locke!"
Seeing the bandits charging like this, the caravan's guard leader shouted and took the lead in standing in front of Locke, leaning his upper body forward, ready to respond to the opponent's attack at any time.
When the bandits saw the leaders, they all started to charge. Naturally, their subordinates did not watch indifferently. Ulala shouted loudly and rushed towards the caravan in a swarm.
Such a huge momentum caused the expressions of the caravan guards to change drastically. But it has to be said that compared to bandits, guards have much more professional ethics.
Even when faced with attacks from bandits that were nearly ten times more numerous than their own, the caravan's guards' defensive formations remained intact.
Facing these incoming robbers, Locke didn't panic at all.
When he was a sixth-level magician, Locke was not afraid.
What's more, now he has broken through the shackles and become a seventh-level great magician.
The biggest difference between a seventh-level great magician and a sixth-level magician is that in addition to the liquefied magic power, he also has mental power that is almost ten times stronger than that of a sixth-level magician.
What's more, Locke's understanding of the mysterious laws of "Fog Psychedelic" is three times better than before.
Facing these charging robbers, Locke stretched out his left hand towards the front, and his huge mental power had completely enveloped the more than 900 robbers in front of him.
After breaking through in mental power and comprehending more and stronger mysteries of laws, Locke no longer needs to use the mist of water mist as a carrier of mental power.
Then, Locke's open fingers on his left hand suddenly closed together, and he shouted: "Tianwu Baolun!"
"Visual—deprived!"
"Hearing - deprivation!"
There were nearly a thousand bandits in front of them. In an instant, they felt that they had lost their vision and hearing. Their eyes were dark, and everything around them became extremely quiet.
"Ah, ah ah ah ah..."
"What's going on? Why can't I see it?"
"My eyes, my ears..."
The charge that had been relatively neat just now was completely messed up at this moment.
Without vision, everyone's charging direction has changed somewhat.
What's more, some robbers who stopped cautiously would soon be knocked down and trampled to death by people who didn't stop behind them.
Some warriors, for their own safety, waved their weapons and attacked everyone who came close to them.
Even the leaders of the eighteen bandits at the forefront were filled with fear at this moment.
When did they see such weird magic?
Don’t magicians all chant magic spells and use the element of water or light to attack?
What kind of devil's magic is it to deprive vision and hearing like this?
Now, where can these bandits attack the caravan?
They all became a swarm, and many people yelled, cried, and begged for mercy. However, they still waved the weapons in their hands beside them without hesitation, for fear that they would be knocked down or be attacked by someone approaching them. Hit.
If he falls to the ground, he will definitely be trampled to death by countless people.
If someone is hit by someone else, the minor one will be injured, and the serious one will die directly...
After breaking up the charge of the bandits, the magic wand in Locke's hand lit up with blue light. Suddenly, more than a dozen ice blades appeared around Locke.
When Locke is at level six, he can only fully control the attack trajectories of three ice blades.
But when Locke became a seventh-level magician, a dozen ice blades were not Locke's limit.
Then, Locke's magic wand waved forward, and these dozen ice blades drew out afterimages. Under the guidance of Locke's spiritual power, they quickly harvested the lives of these bandits.
In just three minutes, nearly a thousand robbers died in Locke's hands.
(End of chapter)