The Cat Assassin lowered his head and long linen sleeves covered his arms, hiding his short-barreled flintlock pistol.

The ammunition in the flintlock pistol had been stabbed by him with a strip to ensure tightness, and the bullet would not roll off easily, so he was not worried about the bullet suddenly slipping out.

He carefully controlled his facial expressions, making himself appear unmotivated, only curious.

The surrounding orcs all looked feverishly at the main avenue, unaware that the spear-carrying assassins had sneaked in.

One step or two, dozens of steps later, he squeezed to the front line, that is, the line of the human wall tightly blocked by a group of lion soldiers.

The high priest was very careful, and the blockade of the two rows of soldiers separated the people, and there was an extra space of seven or eight meters in the center, which could accommodate a large number of carriages and horses.

"Isolating so far is to prevent the cats from piercing the flash, but you didn't expect it, I have a short-barreled flintlock pistol."

The young man with the gun muttered to himself in his heart, suddenly clenched the body of the gun, raised his right arm, and pretended to cheer with his swing arm.

The lion soldiers looked at the enthusiastic orcs with wary eyes, preventing the Assassins from suddenly breaking through the blockade and assassinating the High Priest with a flash of light.

You must know that the most powerful talent of the cat people is a momentary black shadow dash, and the lion soldiers have to guard against it.

None of them paid attention to some fanatic, and when the Assassin flailed his arm, he stopped abruptly when the High Priest rode by, revealing a dark steel muzzle in his sleeve.

"There are assassins!"

When the lion soldiers saw the strange muzzle of the gun, their hearts were shocked, and they wanted to sprint and kill.

Bang!

The gunpowder burned, and the bullet was pushed out of the chamber with tremendous force, hitting the bearded man's head at an extremely high speed.

The bearded man didn't react at all, he was still indulging in the cheers of the crowd, waving to everyone, but unexpectedly, an orc shot himself in the crowd.

Bullets cut through the scalp, tore flesh, shattered the skull, and finally the brain was pierced.

The whole person died no longer, and the priest's body was subjected to a tremendous force, like a kite with a broken string falling backwards to the ground, and blood splattered on the white robe of the golden lion.

"Lord Priest!"

"Kill, kill the assassin!"

"Avenge the Priesthood!"

Some of the orcs were stunned by the stiff operation of the flintlock pistol's headshot, but most of the lion soldiers were enthusiastic, drawing their swords and heading straight for the Assassins.

From the moment the Assassin pressed the trigger, he pulled back, and hurried back as he fled, seeing the priest's headshot, knowing that the mission was complete, and the next step was to escape.

The lion soldiers were furious, and the agile Templars rushed ahead.

But there are too many fanatical people, and no matter how good they are, they have to be dragged down and unable to exert their full strength.

During this time, the cat people scurried to a dark alley, turned around and rushed into a small building.

The paladin followed closely behind and violently opened the door, but saw that the room was empty, and only heard the sound of rapid running from under his feet, running farther and farther.

"Damn, the cat-people have built a secret tunnel!"

The Holy Horse walked around the house and found a small secret passage, but the entrance to the secret passage was only ten centimeters high and more than ten centimeters long.

The entrance was narrow, but inside was a dug hole, about a meter high, large enough for a small assassin to enter the tunnel.

The lion soldiers did not have the talent of black shadows, so they could only roar loudly and vent their resentment.

"Captain, what if our chief high priest is dead?" After venting his hand, he showed a frightened expression, very uneasy, and the lion's tail behind him also shook from side to side.

The captain shook his head, slashed the wooden table in the room with a sword, and said unhappily: "The priest never swaggers through the market, and it was the priest's stand-in who died just now." ”

When his men heard this answer, they looked at each other.

The deceased was actually a stand-in for the priest!

Since the high priest is not dead, they do not have to be punished...... The expressions of the lion soldiers changed from cloudy to clear, and they suddenly felt that the air was much fresher.

"Don't be too happy, you didn't find the assassin in advance, everyone is derelict in their duties." The captain angrily led the people out, prepared to find a homeless person to use as a gun, pushed out and killed, and announced that the assassin had been found.

……

In a gloomy stone room, tabletop candles burn, illuminating the gloomy face in front of the tabletop.

He had a thick beard, a huge build, an old face, and a pair of vicissitudes of life staring at the paper scroll on the table, which was a survey of Tomorrowland.

It's a pity that the survey data is too pity,

His beard was golden and dyed, and much brighter than the "priest" whose head had burst open.

Bang bang bang.

There was a sound of heavy footsteps outside the door of the chamber.

"Come in."

Squeaky and hoarse, the Templar pushed the door open, bowed his head and reported, "Lord Priest, your second stand-in was killed on the way out, and the attacker was a Cat-Clan. ”

"What's the matter, are there a lot of assassins on the other side who have broken through your blockade?"

The high priest sitting at the table frowned, and his muffled voice was more angry.

The bowed Paladin wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, "No, there is only one person on the other side, and he is using a musket. ”

"Muskets? The barrel of the musket is so long, you are blind? The high priest closed the paper on the table, his chest filled with anger.

If the other party can't give a reasonable explanation, he will kill him in a rage.

"Lord Priest, the other party is using a very short musket, it seems to be only the size of two palms, the enemy is hidden in the sleeve in advance, we did not expect it at all, it is the fault of the humble position, please punish the priest!"

This temple high-ranking person, who had been a horse for ten years, knelt down on his knees and kowtowed violently.

"Short-barreled muskets? No way...... There is such a gun! ”

The current high priest of the temple was shocked, his face changed again and again, and he rose to his feet, his wide robe rustling.

"Call the blacksmith who maintains the cannon and arquebus, and ask if there is any possibility of making a short-barreled gun." The high priest had a calm face, and the lower-level lion man immediately rolled out to call someone.

The high priest paced in circles around the room, he wanted to go out, but just in case, he still didn't go out.

Today, the purpose of sending the stand-in No. 2 out was to prevent an orc assassination, but the stand-in was killed, and he was shot.

The barrel of the musket was very long, and he thought about assassinating with a fire rifle, but he didn't expect Tomorrow City to develop a short-barreled musket.

The difference between the short tube and the long tube, a difference in length, makes the assassination much less difficult.

As long as you have clothes, you can pull out your musket and assassinate your enemies from a distance anytime, anywhere.

After a while, the blacksmiths who had gone with the army were escorted in by the lion soldiers.

The blacksmith looked nervous, and on the way in he was told about the short musket, and the words were already in his head.

"Lord Priest, it's not that the short-barreled fire pipe can't be done, it's just that because of the arquebus ignition structure, the portability of the short-barreled fire gun is very poor, and the fire rope needs to be lit before shooting, and there is no concealment at all, it's really not that we don't want to do it, please spare your life!"

"Then why don't you use the musket structure of Tomorrow City?" The high priest's forehead protruded, and he gave his subordinates a look.

The subordinate understood, and slapped it, slapping one of the blacksmiths in the face.

Blacksmith No. 1 was slapped in the face, and Blacksmith No. 2 trembled, "My lord, our Royal Blacksmith is developing a small elastic steel ring, and the flintlock pistol will be born in about a month or two, and the problem of short muskets will be solved by then." ”

The High Priest was a little less angry when he heard that the Royal Blacksmith was developing a flintlock pistol, but Lionheart's gun-making skills were indeed a lot worse than Tomorrow City, and he had to admit that Tomorrow City was very strong.

In this war, he had no intention of showing up in public.

When the blacksmith went down, the priest waved his hand and said, "Tell me to go down and let the stand-in number four take over the work of number two." ”

"Yes!"