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There are several large and small towns and villages throughout the mine. These were usually built by the original miners and their families, mainly for ease of living, but without any defenses. In fact, the composition of these buildings is rather scattered and cannot be used as a defense at all. Not to mention the infiltration of the Stalker.

That's exactly what this town is doing right now.

But, as one Earth philosopher said, the real key factor is people. No matter how easy the terrain is to defend, if there is no guard, it is equivalent to giving it for nothing, on the contrary, as long as there is enough manpower, no matter how unfavorable the terrain is, it can be defended. In fact, even a town that lacks defense is better than a tent in a refugee camp.

Tonight, the town is heavily guarded. Even if there are no three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry, it is not far away.

Many people now know that although the sixteenth legion of the Banshee Gate has been entrusted with the responsibility of garrisoning the city of Gashe, they are not the masters of this place until the garrison inside has not retreated. And the command of the legion is now in this town. Don't look at it as just a small local army corps, but there are thousands of people, not to mention that many people know that this legion is very well-equipped.

The mining town has been revitalized during this time. Because a group of miners, and even a very small number of original owners, are gradually moving back. It is actually a good place to say that this is actually a good place, because when the news of the defeat and evacuation came, the original residents, that is, the workers and their families in the mining area, were the first to evacuate to the rear. At that time, the border was nowhere near as tight as it is now, so most of them were able to leave the Banshee Gate area. Maybe it's not too good to start a new life in a strange place, but at least it's better than staying on the edge of Gasha as a refugee. In fact, only a very small number of miners remain here because of a glimmer of hope or procrastination.

But now it turns out that this choice of theirs does not seem to be bad either. It is true that life in the refugee camp has not been easy, but in any case, it has not been too long. The forces in the mines have been cleared, and they can return to their original homes, as if everything was back to normal. Some people have even been promoted in mining operations because of their work experience, and they have become middle and high-level personnel.

These days, everyone has been warned that it is not allowed to go out when it is dark.

In the darkness of the night, only soldiers wearing exoskeleton armor stood guard at the outposts. They all wear night vision gear and search for suspicious targets in the dark.

In the center of the town is a small square. At this moment, in front of the small square, more than twenty exoskeleton armors were lined up in two columns, like soldiers guarding the last core. Although exoskeleton armor is the best weapon in its own right, all of these exoskeleton armors are equipped with more than one weapon, such as facing the enemy. In particular, their gaze is not only on the ground, but also on the sky.

If a third party is present, there will definitely be a hint of something wrong from this arrangement.

In the darkness of the night, there was a slight sound of "bang".

It's not the sound of exoskeleton armor activity, in fact, as long as it is properly maintained, this equipment is almost as silent as the human body, and the sound itself means that the equipment needs to be maintained, or even malfunctioned.

Another sound, the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

A figure walked slowly from the entrance to the town. And the sound of this heavy object falling to the ground just now was one after another.

"Huh?" a surprised voice sounded in the silence. It was a soldier in exoskeleton armor who noticed the unusual sound. He stood still, raising the electromagnetic cannon in his hand, aiming it in the direction where the sound was coming from. And the two companions beside him also noticed it, and without any words, with the tacit understanding reached in training, the two companions outflanked the source of the sound, one left and one right.

Their movements are slow and composed, ready to deal with any enemy that appears.

Then, in the eyes of the soldier who was standing still, ready to provide fire cover for his companions, the two companions suddenly stopped, and then collapsed. One of them is to sit down, so the sound of the exoskeleton armor hitting the ground is quieter. The other one is to fall in the face, so the noise is much louder.

The soldier quickly understood what the source of the voice was. Instinctively of a soldier, he raised his weapon and aimed it at the darkness in front of him, while opening the communication device attached to the exoskeleton armor, trying to inform his companion of the matter as quickly as possible.

But it all happened so suddenly, and he didn't even have time to turn on the communication device, an invisible, but irresistible force had overwhelmed his consciousness.

"Boom!" he fell to his knees, slowly slumping to the ground with his entire heavy armor.

A few minutes after he fell, a pair of feet stepped on him without the slightest hesitation. In the air, there was a hint of blood.

The slight sound followed one after another, and in the small square in the center of town, more than one soldier was already aware of the problem. Someone raised his weapon and pointed it in the direction of the sound. Of course, the electromagnetic cannon is actually a very cheating weapon, for the battlefield, its firepower is too small, but for this situation, its range and power are too strong. A random bullet has the ability to pierce through buildings and exoskeleton armor, so you can't fire it unless you see an enemy.

"There is an enemy ......," one of the soldiers on the periphery shouted. In his night vision goggles, already saw the enemy that appeared in the distance. But before he could utter the full voice, his body had fallen uncontrollably.

Almost all of the guards in the small square instantly focused their attention and weapons in that direction. But it was already too late. One by one, they fell like dominoes.

There was no fire, no explosions, everything was quiet, nothing but the "bang" of the armor falling against the ground.

In fact, if a third party were to take a closer look here, they would see that all of the exoskeleton armor lights were normal, meaning that the delicate machine was still working normally and was not damaged.

At the edge of the small square, there is a lonely street lamp. The death-white light illuminates this creepy scene.

A dark shadow emerges from the darkness in the distance.

It was a tall, thin man, with a face that at least looked quite young. He was wearing a gray-black one-piece suit and a large backpack on his back. It is important to note that this backpack is obviously not extra on his back, but it should be said that the backpack itself is an integral part of his clothes. At this moment, he was holding his right arm with his left hand, and his right hand had completely disappeared, and some bandages were wrapped around the fracture, and blood was constantly oozing from the bandages.

His face wore a strangely shaped monocular glasses, and the inorganic lenses flashed with tiny fluorescence peculiar to electronic technology. Obviously, it was this thing that provided him with dark vision.

On top of that, there was blood on the corners of his mouth, and his steps seemed staggering and slow. In fact, his complexion was so pale in the light of this street lamp that it was hardly like a human being. And only his burning anger shows what is the force that sustains him and brought him here.

This is the temporary headquarters of the Sixteenth Legion?ha, that lowly mortal actually thinks that he can protect himself with some garbage infantry?!

The Warlock of the Dark Moon smiled cruelly, the sharp pain of his breathing reminding him that his physical condition was not optimistic. He wanted to get revenge, but he didn't really have much time.

At the doorway of the building, he paused for the last time to make a brief observation. The entire building is clean and free of traces of magic. This was also a normal thing - although he couldn't figure out where Lu Wu had found such a powerful warlock, it was obviously, and could only be an accident.

Although strictly speaking, Lu Wu did fulfill his request, this did not prevent him from wanting to take Lu Wu out of his anger. The injuries he is now covered in are the best evidence.

If it weren't for the fact that the Ranger was indeed highly trained and was an absolute first-class master when it came to escaping and surviving, he would have been finished. In fact, if it weren't for the Rangers, there would be no chance of escape if someone else came. Of course, it's one thing to be able to defeat Huiyue's high-level warlocks, and it's another thing to deal with these mortals. The technological creations of this world, even if they include equipment such as exoskeleton armor, are still weak in the face of magic.

Magic is such an unreasonable thing. Heavy armor, immense power, massive firepower, and the senses enhanced by the probe, all useless. The moment you enter the Warlock's attack range, you are the target of your magic.

He pushed the door open.

It was not unreasonable for so many guards to be stationed, in fact, with the sensing of the magic seed, he could clearly feel that his prey was inside. If the prey is alert and cautious, then he may have been awakened by the movement outside. But if his prey thought it was okay and fell asleep, he was still asleep.

As he expected, the situation of the prey fell into the latter category.

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"Tsk!" the fake scholar stopped at the edge of town. There was a faint residue of magic in the air, and although it was not a powerful magical power, even if it was far away, you could feel "Is it too late?"

Sure enough, they fled here! However, such undisguised malice...... It really looks like it was just an accident. Rangers are masters at escape and hiding, not to mention disgusting equipment like floating backpacks, and as long as they aren't killed in the first place, even a skilled warlock won't be able to find them. Miss Fake Scholar is no exception.

"Oops, oops...... My leg hurts......" she kicked her leg. Even magic is not omnipotent, and after running for so long at a speed that surpasses that of humans, my knees are overstrained and already painful. And even then, she was a step too late - after all, the advantage of flying is too great, the machine is never tired, and the body, even with the blessing of magic, will get tired and injured.

It seems that the legion commander named Lu Wu is dead.