Chapter 11 Take action
"Okay, okay, I'll go ask right away."

President Luchi was also a little flustered now. He had never thought of encountering so many robbers before.

However, before he reached Locke's carriage, he saw Locke had already come out of the carriage.

"Lord Locke."

President Lu Qi ran a few steps and came to Locke. While wiping the sweat from his forehead with a silk scarf, he asked Locke: "Lord Locke, the front of the convoy has been intercepted by about a thousand bandits. Do you think we should take a step back now?"

Although President Luci didn't want to lose 50% of the goods, he couldn't question Locke's ability in front of Locke, right?

This is the only way I can express my concern in a roundabout way.

Of course, if Locke said he wanted to take a step back, President Luci would have no choice but to swallow the bitter fruit.

After all, it was because he formed such a large caravan that attracted so many bandits.

If it was just his own caravan, a bandit gang would have at most one or two hundred people, and they could not make any waves in front of Lord Locke.

"No need, President Luchi."

Although Locke didn't know that Luci had so many thoughts, he also looked down on robbers.

A strong person dares to swing his sword against a stronger person.

The weak will wield their swords against the weaker ones.

In Locke's opinion, with the strength these bandits possess, they will be able to live well no matter what they do.

But they are used to getting something for nothing and plundering wealth from the weak. It would be fine if Locke didn't meet such people, but if he did, he would just deal with them.

Three years of fighting on the battlefield had made Locke realize the reality of this world.

After nodding to President Luchi, Locke came to the front of the caravan under the escort of four level six warriors.

"Oh no, there is a magician in this caravan!"

The moment the leader of the Red Silk Bandits saw Locke appear, he was shocked.

Why is the status of a magician so much higher than that of a warrior?

There is nothing else but strength.

A magician can kill a large number of warriors with just one area magic.

It would be fine if the magician was just an intermediate magician with limited magic power. For a high-level warrior, taking one or two intermediate magic spells would not be fatal.

But if it is a high-level magician, they will be in danger!
Advanced magic is several times stronger than intermediate magic in both power and range.

On the battlefield, if you want to win or reduce casualties, the first thing you need to do is to kill the enemy's magician!

"Everyone, this caravan has a magician. All level 6 fighters, follow me and charge!"

"Kill the opponent's magician first, then discuss other things."

After the Red Silk Bandit leader finished speaking, he pulled out a giant sword from his back, stepped hard, created a big hole in the ground, then suddenly jumped out more than ten meters, and quickly 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 caught in one fell swoop by a single spell, everyone tried to spread out as far as possible.

"Protect Lord Locke!"

Seeing the robbers charging like this, the caravan's guard leader shouted, stood in front of Locke first, leaned forward with his upper body, ready to deal with the opponent's attack at any time.

When the bandits saw their leaders starting to charge, their subordinates naturally would not just stand by and watch. They shouted Ulala loudly and rushed towards the caravan in a swarm.

Such a huge momentum made the guards of the caravan look pale. But it must be said that compared with the bandits, the guards had much more professional ethics.

Even when facing attacks from bandits that outnumbered them by nearly ten times their number, the caravan guards maintained their defensive formation.

Faced with these attacking bandits, Locke was not panicked at all.

When he was still 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 level 7 magician and a level 6 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 level 6 magician.

What's more, Locke's understanding of the profound laws of "Mist" is three times stronger than before.

Facing these charging bandits, Locke stretched out his left hand forward, and his enormous mental power completely enveloped the more than 900 bandits in front of him.

After his mental power broke through and he had comprehended more and stronger mysteries of the laws, Locke no longer needed to use the mist of water mist technique as a carrier of his mental power.

Then, Locke suddenly closed the five fingers of his left hand and shouted, "Heavenly Dance Wheel!"

"Visual-deprivation!"

"Auditory-deprivation!"

Nearly a thousand bandits in front of them felt that they had lost their vision and hearing in an instant. Everything in front of them was pitch black, and everything around them became extremely quiet.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……"

"What's going on? Why can't I see it?"

"My eyes, my ears..."

The charge that had just been fairly orderly was now in complete disarray.

Without vision, everyone's charge direction changed.

More importantly, some robbers who stopped cautiously would soon be knocked down and trampled to death by people behind them who did not stop.

Some warriors, for their own safety, waved their weapons and attacked anyone who approached them.

Even the eighteen bandit leaders who were at the front were filled with fear at this moment.

When had they seen such strange magic?
Don't magicians chant magic spells and use the elements of water or light to attack?

What kind of devil's magic is this that deprives me of my vision and hearing?

Now, how can these bandits attack the caravan?

Everyone was in chaos. Many people were shouting, crying, and begging for mercy, but they were still waving their weapons around without hesitation, for fear that they would be knocked down or hit by those who were close to them.

If he fell to the ground, he would definitely be trampled to death by countless people.

Being hit by someone else will result in minor injuries or even death...

The robbers' charge was broken up, and the magic wand in Locke's hand lit up with blue light. Suddenly, more than ten ice blades appeared around Locke.

When Locke reached level six, he could only fully control the attack trajectories of three ice blades.

But when Locke became a seventh-level great magician, a dozen ice blades were not his limit.

Then, Locke waved his magic wand forward, and the more than ten ice blades left a trail of afterimages. Under the guidance of Locke's mental power, they quickly harvested the lives of these bandits.

In just three minutes, nearly a thousand bandits were killed by Locke.

(End of this chapter)