Following behind the city guards and paladins, Akemi, who had given herself an acceleration, jumped over the garbage heap in the alley, and Minen, who was also carrying the effect of the acceleration technique behind her, threw a grenade directly behind him after crossing the garbage heap. Produced in the military factory of the steppe elves in the Dragon's Claw Fortress, the use of prefabricated fragments, although the piercing is not good for undead creatures, but those cystic creatures behind them are very useful, before they run far, the girls can hear the explosions behind them, these guys' skin is very fragile, a bullet can break them, and then have a chain reaction.

"Hey, girls, how much do you put in your bag," said the paladin, who was running ahead, still wearing his full-face helmet.

"Your Excellency, we sisters believe in the truth that there is never too much self-defense. The sister who was running in front deliberately took two steps slower, and after the sister overtook her, she threw several disc-shaped things to the ground at a distance of more than ten meters: "You shouldn't think that what we did violated anything, right?"

"If it had been before today, I would have arrested you, but now...... Forget it. With that, the paladin, who pulled out the short sword at his waist and rushed out of the alley, flipped over a cystic creature with cysts all over his body, but not the kind of big explosive kind: "Run, girls." ”

Minn and Akemi ran across the street and into the street, and then the paladin followed behind the girls: "There are still two blocks, please allocate your strength." ”

"Mr. Paladin, won't you take off your helmet? Minn asked.

"Why take it off, it's not wise to give up security at this time. "The paladin commander didn't think it was right for Minn to ask questions and suggestions.

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"Oh my God!!!What the hell are these things!" poking her head out of the carriage window, Sasha let out a girl's wail as she shot the cysted corpse trying to get close to the carriage with her shotgun.

"God knows!" Cadoli, who was sitting at the back of the carriage, was desperately reloading his bullets: "Hey, old man, drive the car steady!"

"You have to thank God, these two old horses heard the sound of gunfire when they were young!" he waved the reins as he pulled a musket from his pouch. The old white eyebrows who had already stood in the middle of the road in the distance and interfered with the driving route were smashed to pieces, and then put away the musket and spat at the mouth: "This must be the taste of a loving father!

"Loving father?" asked Yang Da, who was sitting on the roof of the car and taking care of Sasha and couldn't see the side of the musket in his empty hand, pushing out the bullet nest and starting to change the bullets.

"That's Warhammer's code name for Century, the Evil God...... Do you know. Lao Baimei held the reins in one hand, drew a lever rifle in the other, and began to shoot at the unavoidable cyst corpse in the middle of the road.

"I've heard of it. "For this giant online game that claims to be able to have nightmares for pure masters, it is the same as Ayaroc. Of course, Yang knew it: "But I only know the names of those evil gods, and I don't know who the loving father represents." ”

"Nurgle. Lao Baimei said, while turning the musket in his hand, using the lever to load, and then holding the gun flat to blast the cystic corpse in front of him: "An evil god who takes pleasure in spreading plague and death, and calls it perverted and ugly. ”

"It's him, I've heard the name, but if it were, plague and death would be the melody in the sky over the city right now. Yang said a little strangely, and at the same time shot a cystic corpse rushing over with a gun in both hands. Although this gun is accurate, it has a lot of recoil, and Yang must hold it in both hands to be able not to be hit in the forehead by the recoiled body.

"Isn't it, the cystic corpse is just the first wave of attacks, and now the only question is ...... Was it an unintentional glimpse of an evil god from outside the plane, or was it an elaborate conspiracy. Lao Baimei didn't look back, but said his opinion as a gamer: "If it's just a glance, then it means that the evil god's attack on himself is only tentative." Because even the evil gods can't lose too many troops at once, and we have a record of completely purifying several of Nurgle's warbands in Warhammer Century. Cambrian said that the AI of the Evil God uses the same copy, and since it is the same, it has obviously been beaten before...... Since it was just a temptation, whether it was the gods or we could control the situation immediately, we would be able to control what happened next. ”

"What if it's an elaborate conspiracy?" Yang asked.

"Fighting for your life, there is no other choice. Either kill these filial sons of Nurgle, or die. However, in Warhammer Age, we would have a White Phosphorus Burning Grenade for ourselves when fighting Nurgle's army. Old Bai Mei paused at this point: "Of course, there is no such thing here, so my personal advice is to pour enough fiery glue on yourself before dying in battle." Or drinking a stomach full of high-strength holy water is also a good alternative. ”

"Then it's better for us to beat these filial sons of Nurgle to death. With that, Yang pulled the trigger on another cystic corpse that was running towards him.

The carriage turned around the corner of the street, and the old white eyebrows pulled the reins, looking at the barricade in front of him composed of tables, chairs, cabinets and other furniture: "We are in trouble." ”

Then the people in the carriage saw a human head poking out of the barricade, not with a cyst, but an intact head, and he also looked at the carriage to make sure that it was a living person and not a moving corpse, and his head retracted, and then after a while, a horse rejection at the barricade was pushed away, and a dozen aborigines and players waved at them: "Hey, come in quickly." ”

Lao Baimei drove into the barricade and found that the street had been 'cleared', full of living and wounded, and Yang saw the owner of the head in the crowd, and he was walking towards them separately from the crowd: "You, strangers?"

"That's right, what's the problem?" Yang nodded.

"Where are you going?" the man with a scar on his face and a few strands of white hair continued.

Old Bai Mei looked at the long sword in his hand: "We are going to the temple area." ”

"You must be crazy, the whole city is in disarray, there are lackeys of the evil gods everywhere, I can already smell them, I don't have to wait for the sun to go down. The first wave of cultists, or damn ghosts, will show up, and you'll be running around the streets...... It's the same as a moth that fights fire. The man's words drew a chorus of approval from the entire neighborhood's aborigines.

Yang looked around and found that these aborigines, whether they were old people or children, had already picked up all kinds of weapons, and Yang saw that most of the weapons in the hands of the aborigines who were closer to him were old things from the first open era. This can be seen in the shape of the grips and handles of the weapons, and they all appear to be silver-seeping weapons: "We are foreigners, and we were not born in this city, old gentleman, why do you say that." ”

"Because Master Gelot, he's the most powerful witcher in all of Shan, no, in the entire Eastern Continent!" a child standing at the front of the crowd replied loudly, while his relatives corrected a minor mistake in his child, "It's Master Geralt, Master Geralt of Leviathan." ”

Yang blinked. Then subconsciously bowed - the witcher, of course Yang knows, these guys deal with the undead and all kinds of demons all day long, and the undead, demons and monsters that have been killed are only afraid that the girl eats more than the girl, he said so, and Yang who didn't know a reason for the situation at the scene naturally felt that he couldn't refute it, but wanted to take the elder's words seriously - the kind of truth that was true.

"By the way, the little one on the roof of the carriage. I smell a familiar smell in you......" The old man said as he walked to the carriage and looked at Yang again, "Marceau." Marceau, do you know His Highness Sudekin?", as a witcher who had a good deal with death, he asked in a very indifferent tone.

"Yes, I'm a friend of Marceau...... How did you meet Marceau. Yang asked with some curiosity.

"That's in Sakaram......" Speaking of this, the witcher glanced at Young, "It seems." You don't seem to be able to get to know this friend in depth. ”

Without waiting for Yang's answer, he motioned for the people to disperse, and then raised his head to look at the people in front of him: "Make a deal, since you are going to the temple area, I don't want to stop you." But I have a request, take my letter to the bishops of the Temple, and no matter how bad things may be, I want them to understand that there are still living people holding out on this street. ”

"No problem. Lao Baimei was the first to agree.

"In return, I'll give you fifty gold coins, but you can take some supplies, twenty potions for moderate wounds, four hundred bullets, and in the worst case, without reinforcements, we won't be able to support this section of the barricade on the fourth day, and the sunset on the third day will sound the death knell for us. After speaking, the old witcher pointed to the chest piled up in the corner of the house under the house, "Dwarves, you must not let a little girl of the steppe elves carry your supplies." ”

"Alright, Sasha, Callidore, come with me to move things. The old white eyebrows jumped out of the carriage first, and watched the three dwarves leave, and the old witcher turned around and looked up at Yang: "Little thing, how is your relationship with Marceau...... I want to hear the truth. ”

Faced with the sudden question, Yang frowned, and finally decided to tell the truth: "I like him." ”

"Sure enough, little one, your friend is a very reliable fellow, and though he is young, he has done things far beyond his age, but I can feel the confusion and weakness beneath his strong appearance...... So, little one, pay good attention to him, he is Sue's heir...... Don't let him slide into the abyss like his mother. After the old demon hunter finished speaking, he smiled a little lonely: "His mother used to be my favorite apprentice, and now ...... I'm going to have to let her out-of-control shell drift at sea day and night, so, little one, don't let an old man hurt again, okay? ”

"No problem. Yang agreed, did he still need to think about it, and said that he would take care of the kitten so that he would no longer have sorrow and pain...... The children of the Orlanto family are not where the liars come from, and as long as Marceau does not betray them, they will keep their oaths to the end.

"Well, please. ”

The old witcher turned around and walked into a house on the side of the street, and the old white eyebrow loaded the supplies into the cart, and then the carriage started again, and the old dwarf drove it out of the barricade.

Watching the barricade rejects the horse close, Young, who was sitting on the roof of the car, recalled the conversation he had had with Geralt, the old witcher, and finally, the girl lowered her head and began to reload the musket in her hand by hand.

If it's really like the Great Paladin, this night will still be long...... Although Yang knew Imaso's temper and would definitely go to them if he knew where Mingen and Akemi were, Yang couldn't let Lao Baimei drive the carriage to the eastern part of the city...... Because, Yang knew that he couldn't let others face danger because of his own intentions.

Thinking about it, Marceau decided that he would not like this.

At this point, Yang looked up at the western sky full of sunset, and raised his old white eyebrows without looking back: "Speed up, elder, we don't have much time." ”

"No problem...... Wow, I seem to see a new breed of monster, and it looks like the old witcher was right. The old white eyebrows said here and waved the reins in his hand vigorously: "Little girl, fix yourself!" (To be continued.) )