The night is blurry. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The moonlight slowly fell on the earth, blocked from the heights by arrow towers and various buildings, falling jagged mottled black shadows, and tonight only a crescent moon hangs, and the night is viscous like mist, wrapping around the vast land of Lordaeron.

There was silence in the house, candles were placed around, and the fiery red light continued to emanate, dispelling the darkness in the house and illuminating the house as if it were day.

The doors, windows, and entrances and exits are guarded by guards, Marseille gathered everyone in this house, and the defense was extremely tight, completely isolating the possibility of breaking into the outside world, he took a defensive position, and did not come to pretend not to know the turtle in the urn, Merlin knew that the Lodanmir Asylum did not send manpower, with the manpower in Marseille's hands, there were some stretches, this is a big reason, and another reason cannot be ignored, that is, the existence of Merlin's many oil bottles, They have no room for error, and Marseille would rather be useless than safe.

John and Gianna haven't come back yet, even with that Mr. Thief, they are gone, Gianna must have had an accident there, there is Kel'thugad who goes to believe that no matter how bad things are, they can't be bad, Merlin has confidence in Kelthugad, and Gianna is at ease, standing on the cusp of the tide, even if he is young, but he is not an ordinary character, but John Merlin has no confidence.

"Warning! The direction of the wind changes in circulation,"

"The bearing is being determined, ten meters to the east,"

"Warning, warning, warning!"

A warning, announcing that the enemy has arrived, one hand tightly grips the cross sword in his hand, since the last time he saw the magic of the thief's stealth, he can't use the light brain to detect the thief, Merlin thought of a way to crack it, the thief he can disappear without a trace, but he is not from the tangible, directly into the intangible, since he is tangible, his body exists, he can't find him, but he used some kind of power, affecting his vision, I just can't see him.

When he moves, there will be traces, even if he is motionless, when the wind blows, when it comes to him, it will be blocked by him, affecting the flow of a wind direction, with manpower, it is difficult to perceive this, especially when fighting, the spirit is highly concentrated, and it is impossible to be distracted here.

But Merlin, who has a light brain, is different, he can easily detect it.

The house was filled with a large number of people, but it was not noticeably crowded, and this house was large enough to fit them, and the people in the house had different expressions, but they all remained silent, and it was evident that Marseille had succeeded in establishing his prestige during this journey, and made them all believe in Marseille.

Bang! With a sound, a stone the size of a basin smashed directly in the dark night.

The simple and crude window was smashed under the stones, and the sawdust flew everywhere, and the stones smashed into the house, a guard standing by the window, but he couldn't dodge, and was directly hit by the stone, and his body fell backwards at once, and the stone fell on his right shoulder, and the guard did not dodge at the critical moment, but he also successfully dodged his head, and with a click, the bone in his right shoulder had been shattered, and his own right arm was blurred with flesh and blood.

He fell to the ground heavily, and his mouth unconsciously let out a miserable scream, and the stone rolled and pressed against his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted directly down his mouth, staining his thick beard a blood-red color.

"Oh no, they actually have warriors,"

"Be careful when you get out of the window,"

"Vass he is an idiot, if only the thieves could touch this place, but he even let the warriors in, how did such a fool become a lieutenant, such a fool and an idiot, how can he not die," Marseille was extremely angry when he saw this, he had misjudged it, the trouble was even greater than expected, his protection was aimed at the thieves, but he did not expect that there would be warriors involved.

He strode forward, lifted the stone directly with a slap, moved a direction, and looked at the guards who were hit hard and bleeding, his brows furrowed deeply, although such an injury can't die now, but if you don't deal with it, you won't be able to last long,

"Take it aside, and dispose of it after the battle," Marseille said directly to several of the servants.

Sam's eyes showed a look of horror, he wanted to scream, but he didn't dare to scream, obviously his psychological quality was okay, the guard just now was Sam's guard.

Each student of the Dalaran Junior Academy of Magic can bring a servant and a guard.

And Dalaran's escort team has only three members, and there are only thirteen combat strength in total.

Among them, Kel'thugad was the strongest, Marseille was second, and then the one was Mr. Thief.

Such a lineup is not weak, after all, all three are real professionals, not apprentices.

Among the ten guards, Borg didn't know how it was arranged by Marseille, it had disappeared in the past few days, John and Gianna's guards went out to look for the two in the afternoon, and Kel'thugad and Mr. Thief were not there, counting Marseille There were only eight people, and now they had lost one of their combat power all of a sudden, Merlin's face showed a layer of melancholy, this world of Azeroth is not a peaceful world after all, natural disasters and aliens are everywhere, among which the nobles are exploiting the commoners, but they also act as the protective umbrella of the commoners.

Several aristocratic ladies and young masters, their psychological quality is okay, although they are scared, they still hold on.

"Don't panic, we're surrounded by soldiers, just hold on for a while, and they'll come as soon as they hear the movement,"

Marseille's loud voice sounded, and everyone in his seat cheered him up, and the originally depressed atmosphere was immediately swept away.

Before they met, this enemy came up with a stone, and gave them a heavy blow, a major combat force lost its combat power, life and death are unknown, and the blow to them is not small, but after listening to Marseille's words, they immediately reacted back, yes, they are not in the wilderness, they are in the Lordaeron Asylum Shelter, where the soldiers of a squadron of the Lordaeron Kingdom are stationed, as long as there is movement, they will immediately rush to the rescue.

Lieutenant Gas can not take them seriously, because they can't control Lieutenant Gas, but so many nobles have accidents, Lieutenant Gas can't afford such a responsibility, and if there is movement, Gas will definitely come to the rescue.

The simple truth is understood by everyone.

"Lieutenant Gas, he won't save you because he's dead,"