New and dark light years

Chapter 189 Not Threatened
Qin Donglai coughed heavily.

Each episode was more severe than the last, and he felt cold all over and weak in his hands and feet.

Even my head hurts a little.

He looked at the wound on his shoulder. Although the piece of metal with wood chips had been removed and the wound had been bandaged, it was still slightly swollen, and he felt a pain that felt like a heartbeat from time to time.

He sighed softly and said to the guard beside him, "Go and fetch the physician."

Not long after, a strangely dressed shaman from the south came over.

The dark, gaunt old man looked at Qin Donglai's body, muttered a few strange words that neither the Qi people nor the Southern Barbarians could understand, and then said, "You are possessed by an evil spirit, you have been cursed."

Qin Donglai frowned: "How is that possible... The True Lord at that time did not attack me, and although the one who fought me was a Spirit Hunter, he could use the magnificent Thunder Technique, not the lowly Curse Technique."

“But you’re possessed,” the witch doctor said, rolling his eyes.

Qin Donglai sighed: "Then you can help me exorcise the evil spirit."

"it is good!"

The southern barbarian shaman took out some very strange medicinal herbs from the cloth bag he carried with him.

For example, dried-out eyes, a piece of bone, and some insects.

He crushed and mixed the medicinal herbs, then ground them into powder, brewed them with spring water from the mountain next to the camp, and brought them to Qin Donglai.

Qin Donglai frowned as he looked at the black paste with strands of white ribbon-like 'medicinal soup' floating on it.

Because it smells terrible.

"Drink it," the witch doctor said coldly. "You'll get better after you drink it."

Qin Donglai gritted his teeth, tilted his head back, and downed the bowl of medicinal soup in one gulp.

The witch doctor left satisfied.

Qin Donglai sat there, recalling the events of the past few days.

Li Lin's image appeared in his mind.

Then came the scene of streaks of purple lightning striking down.

A few beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

This was the first time he had truly felt the terror of the Spirit Hunters.

Magic is such a illogical thing.

At least that's what he thinks.

However, he soon realized that the unreasonable one was the young man; it wasn't that he lacked the magic of a spirit hunter, but rather that his magic was so powerful.

Even a Taoist disciple wouldn't be this skilled at this age.

Because of the failed attack on Yulin County, his official rank has been reduced by one level, and he is now escorting about 20,000 people from Qi back to Yuecheng.

These prisoners could not only be used as laborers, but also as military rations when necessary.

He stood on high ground, looking at the group of Qi people not far ahead.

In his view, these people were all incredibly cowardly.

More than 20,000 people were kept under control by just a few hundred of them. If those 20,000 people were to really cause trouble, those few hundred wouldn't be able to stop them at all.

The problem is, these people don't dare to cause trouble at all.

"The people of Qi are naturally timid...like chickens and dogs."

But then he frowned, realizing that what he had said was also wrong.

If the man from Qi were truly timid by nature, how could he have 'failed'?

He let his mind wander for a while, and then suddenly realized... that his body didn't seem to be feeling so bad anymore.

It doesn't feel cold like it did before.

The barbarian shaman is really something!

He immediately became excited, shook his hand, and felt that his shoulder no longer hurt.

Great!

Qin Donglai took a deep breath and felt much better.

He was about to fetch a bow to test whether his strength had fully recovered when he suddenly saw a volley of fire arrows coming from afar.

"Enemy attack!"

Someone let out a piercing shout.

All the southern barbarian soldiers sprang into action.

This wave of rockets numbered approximately two hundred, scattered throughout the camp.

As an archer, Qin Donglai immediately understood that the purpose of these rockets was not to kill, but... to provide illumination.

The rockets ignited flammable materials in the Nanman camp, such as tents and provisions, and the fire was growing, illuminating the entire camp.

Then came the thunderous sound of horses' hooves. Dozens of cavalrymen charged forward, their silver spears thrusting and piercing through the Nanman soldiers' formation, before lingering at a distance.

At least forty Nanman soldiers were killed by cavalry, and more than thirty were injured by horses.

And this all happened in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Then, several hundred Qi soldiers rushed over.

Qin Donglai, carrying a large bow, jumped out of the camp. He patted the sparks from his burning clothes and looked into the distance.

He drew his bow and nocked an arrow, and the arrow was released.

Ding... The arrow was deflected.

The Qi infantry had already formed ranks, with shield bearers at the front, and also some armored soldiers.

Compared to the local militia in Yulin County a few days ago, their equipment is significantly better.

He threw away his great bow, picked up a long spear from the corpses of the southern barbarian soldiers beside him, and shouted, "Everyone, follow me and fight those cowardly Qi people!"

Immediately, a large number of soldiers surrounded him.

In such situations, having a superior who can step forward can easily create a rallying effect.

Before long, Qin Donglai was surrounded by more than two hundred Nanman soldiers.

"Fight back."

Qin Donglai roared angrily.

He immediately launched a charge against the Qi people, and the Nanman soldiers followed.

Qin Donglai was very fast. He ran at full speed and soon arrived in front of the Qi people's shield soldiers.

At that moment, he felt light as a feather, as if he could fly away with just a little effort.

And then... he really did 'fly'.

With the motion of a starving dog grabbing at its own excrement, it pounced on the shield bearer and lay motionless.

This sudden turn of events stunned not only the southern barbarian soldiers but also the shield bearers of the Qi people.

Li Lin stood behind the shield bearers and stopped forming hand seals.

He wanted to unleash a lightning strike spell on Qin Donglai, but the other man passed out first.

Do you have any hidden injuries?
Qin Donglai's fall was not a big deal; the two hundred Southern Barbarian soldiers who followed him were all stunned in place.

Running away is not an option, nor is escaping.

At that moment, a hail of arrows shot out from behind the Qi army, directly felling most of the southern barbarian soldiers.

"Stop it all!"

Suddenly someone shouted, the sound so loud it echoed across the entire battlefield.

Li Lin turned his head and saw that the speaker was a burly man standing on a high platform, pointing at the 20,000 trembling Qi people below, as if pointing at 20,000 lambs to the slaughter.

"If you dare attack us again, we will kill them."

Beside the 20,000 civilians, there were about a hundred soldiers... holding long spears, poised to plunge them in.

Twenty thousand men looked expectantly at the Qi army and at Li Lin.

After all, Li Lin was dressed in official robes, so he looked like a high-ranking official.

The Qi people stopped.

“Very well.” The burly man on the command platform sneered, “Now, all of you, throw down your weapons… and surrender.”

Li Lin sighed softly and said, "Continue the attack!"

The Qi army advanced once again.

The burly man from the south roared in fury, "Kill those civilians! Kill them now!"

More than a hundred soldiers charged into the group of prisoners like hungry wolves and began killing them.

The prisoners screamed and tried to back away, each wanting someone else to shield them first.

Li Lin's face darkened as he began to form hand seals.

One after another, streaks of purple lightning fell from the sky.

Twenty-three bolts of lightning... killed twenty-three executioners.

Li Lin did his best.

There is no spiritual energy left in his body.

The power of ordinary people has too little impact on the battlefield.

But the other southern barbarians were not frightened; they continued to kill people in the crowd.

Only after the Qi army had cleared out all the enemies on the outskirts of the battlefield did they have time to turn their attention to the Qi prisoners.

(End of this chapter)