Soon the screams of the rebels were heard outside the door, and the blasphemous words of these madmen who were still some distance away from the hotel were full of blasphemous words, but fortunately there were no paladins among the city guards, and the crossbowmen of the city guards on the second floor were harvesting the lives of the enemy with crossbow arrows, and the gunshots rang out from time to time to show that Eleuk and Jingliu were not lazy.

"What did that sharp-eared elf say just now about the three regiments, is it the establishment of your city guards? Before the rebels could rush through the streets to cause trouble for each other, Marceau asked the captain of the city guard in front of him.

"You mean to say that there's a good chance that Captain Lynch has fallen. Marceau frowned - it seemed that the city lord had already begun to infiltrate, although the keepers of the evil gods had a natural ability to conceal, but after all these years, those archbishops really didn't see anything?

Meow a mi, really thinking too much, even if it guessed the facts, what is the use, Marceau blinked, listening to the noisy approaching cat cub motioning for the city guard captain to continue.

"I don't know. Pointy Ears was the sharpest of my squadrons, and he was able to confirm that it was the guys of the Third Regiment who were with the cultists...... I don't want Lynch to fall, and although I disagree with him, at least he has never done those evil things. The captain of the city guard said this, his sword hand loosened and clenched, and he turned to look at Marceau: "Marceau." Do you know what happened in Basalanca? ”

"If you're saying that the city guards of Basa are exploiting the merchants, I don't think it's a secret. After thinking about it for a while, Marceau decided to tell the truth, and as soon as this sentence came out, the cat cub saw that the middle-aged man was suddenly more than ten years old, and he sighed and shook his head: "Yes, it's been so many years, and it shouldn't be a secret." ”

"Tell the truth, before your lord reveals his identity as a keeper of secrets. I just think that this qiē is nothing more than the people below who are collecting money in his name. Looking at the middle-aged man, Marceau, who was a little pitiful to him, reached out and patted him on the back: "I know that what happened today makes you very uncomfortable, but to be honest, I have seen an even worse scene in Mashatil, compared to the legends and lords in the temple area now, I can't find a second real bishop in Mashatil at that time." ”

"How do you know those clearly. The city guard commander asked with some curiosity.

"Because I'm one of those lucky ones who survived. With that, Marceau raised his hand and fired a bolt to the ground the city guards who were piercing, whose otherwise lifeless leather armor now had the insignia of evil painted on it. Of course, these guys will call it art, but the cat cub thinks that this kind of thing painted with human blood really can't afford to be art.

The next second. Several windows and doors were crowding into the hall, and the sight of squeezing toothpaste made the kitten sigh: "I think we should give them a few shots." ”

"Throw the Molotov cocktail!" As the captain of the city guard obeyed, the city guards behind immediately threw out several cans of homemade incendiary bombs, one of which smashed into the crowd in front of the main gate, and immediately ignited the leather armor and clothing on the rebels' bodies, and these guys rushed over frantically to pull a few cushions. In response, one of the city guard mages threw another greasy scroll, and the rebels finally chose to exit the gate.

Soon, the sound of slamming the wall was heard, "These guys are smashing the wall! A few people will take the Molotov cocktail to the second floor and drop it!" the captain of the city guard gave a new order, and Marceau began to reload. There are still some problems with the previous choice - I used to think that this hotel building has the highest floors, but now it seems that this lobby is too big, although it has been opened, but it really wants the rebels to smash the wall, and then it will be them!

The incendiary bombs were quickly smashed down from the window by the city guards, and apart from a scream, the sound of smashing the wall did not stop, and soon a wall was smashed open, and this time the rebels with a new entrance screamed and rushed in.

This time, no one dared to throw Molotov cocktails at the entrance, they were all transported to the second floor to deal with, and on the first floor, Marceau began to deal with the guests—flashing the spike sword, and Marceau slammed the hilt of his sword under the crotch of the rebel in front of him, who was clearly not so alienated as to ignore the fatal blow, but before he could scream, the kitten's long knife cut off his head.

With a backhand, the long knife from the bottom to the top split the rebels who were about to attack others in half, and then jumped after a small step to give way to the heavy axe that was slashing at him, and as soon as he landed, the cat cub who raised the long knife flat took a step forward, and the long knife pushed forward directly into the forehead of the rebel with a face full of meat.

Pulling back the long knife, Marceau raised the knife in his left hand, and his right hand against the long knife body blocked the long sword that came horizontally, and the murderer couldn't hit the left finger holding the musket and hugged the cat cub on fire, in response to this attack, the cat cub instinctively blocked this lead bullet with the long knife blade body, and the lead bullet with strong kinetic energy could not destroy the legendary weapon, but the cat cub was still pushed out a short distance.

Marceau straightened his hand, and the excited sleeve arrow penetrated the murderer's eye socket, and the silver-seeping steel sleeve arrow directly removed a small piece of the target's skull, killing the target, the cat cub was not in a hurry to rush up, and installed a new sleeve arrow in the back row, and then rode a city guard to be cut down, and the murderer rushed up with a long sword to finish him off when he was caught off guard - the opponent who reacted wanted to use the long sword to block, so the cat cub even took the sword with a knife in four sections, and the standard pretending was not a typical example of being pretended.

Reaching out and grabbing the neckline of the back of the city guard's leather armor, the wounded man was dragged to the back row, the cat cub rushed back to the front row with a long knife to find a halfling, this guy had just killed a city guard with a musket, and was pinching another at this time, so in the face of the cat cub who suddenly rushed from the side, there was no reaction at all and was directly put down by Marceau, the cat cub took advantage of the situation and stabbed the long knife into the back of another rebel, hearing the whistling sound of the weapon crossing the air behind him, the cat cub who directly abandoned the sword raised his left hand and blocked the sword with his armguard, and the spiked blade that popped out in his right hand cut the waist of the sneak attacker, and Annie's healing (quenching) medicine (poison) was smeared beforeThe water (agent) burst out in the kitten's eyes with a large 142 points of poison damage, and this guy's alienation made it pass the instant death identification of the poison, but the 142 points of poison damage still made it curl up directly into a ball - the poison destroyed his nervous system in an instant, and dying into a ball was already a very good way to die.

Pulling the knife from the creature's waist, the kitten gave up the hatchet and stabbed it into the neck of the four-foot-tall man. Turning around and pulling the long knife from behind the dead man's waist on the ground, as soon as the kitten turned around, the dwarf file had to say goodbye to his half-pulled body.

"There's a dwarf going upstairs!" shouted a city guard.

Marceau turned around and activated the five-ball special effect of the arm guard, and a lightning bolt with a very effective instantaneous lightning bolt hit the head of the dwarf who had run up to the second floor and was rushing towards Yang, who was operating on the wounded, and a fatal wound floated out of the dwarf's head, so the dwarf fell headlong and slid right to Yang's side.

“…… I smell the smell of meat!it's disgusting!" Pushing the corpse away, Yang's complaint was reported to Marceau's ears in time. The kitten cub, who understood this sentence as praise, turned around and turned a man who was about to catch up with his height, but who definitely looked like a dwarf cultist and the metal mace in his hand turned into a corpse and scrap metal. (To be continued......)