Chapter 33

The girl's undisguised laughter completely aroused Zyuganov's anger, and he took a heavy step forward, ready to run in small steps, and jumped up to the second floor in one step, cutting the boy into meat sauce and venting his hatred.

Ivan Stipild was a cruel and cautious man, and the words of the boy tonight reached his ears, and whether he really wanted to replace them or not, no more or no less, would plant a thorn in his suspicious heart, which would not be good for his future life, and Zyuganov hated Normer to death.

"Don't be impatient, don't fall for the enemy's agitation. Seeing that the deputy commander was about to go berserk, the captain of the arrow team hurriedly reminded.

Antonov and the others are Zyuganov's subordinates, no matter how close they are, it is not easy to persuade the angry boss, he is different, his identity is much more detached, at this time he must come out and pour cold water, lest he will be led by the enemy by the nose before he makes a move, which is by no means a good sign.

Moreover, as a close confidant of his Grand Commander Ivan, he came forward to persuade Zyuganov, the deputy commander of the city guard, and could also express his own commander's trust and support for his deputy in a timely manner.

The two adults have been friends with each other for many years, how can they be separated by a few words?

The persuasion from his own discerning people calmed down Zyuganov a lot, and he immediately realized that he had been tricked as a monkey again, and his heart was even more angry. He gritted his teeth and decided to swallow this evil breath temporarily, lose face in the battle of words, find it back on the battlefield, and cut off the young man's head with his own hands to see if he could still laugh at that time.

Swinging his head from side to side, there was a "crackling" sound in his neck, Zyuganov finished moving his muscles and bones, and ordered a few subordinates, and then the giant axe pointed at Normer and ordered: "The archers are suppressed remotely, and the three of you stay behind to protect them." Follow me for the rest. After saying that, he went straight to the stairs, and although there was a big hole there, it was still much more appropriate than jumping directly from the first floor to the second floor.

"Yes. At the command of the deputy commander, the city guards who entered the house began to guard their posts, except for the three sword and axe men who Zyuganov had specified to leave behind to guard the archers, and the other six subordinates followed him forward, and the archers of the personal guard took out their feathered arrows one after another, put them on the longbows, and opened their bows and arrows as soon as the captain gave the order.

In the tense atmosphere, a low murmuring prayer appeared, and then Normer and Dawn quickly lit up with a halo of spells of different colors.

The first-order "Enhancement Technique", "Swift Technique", "Rapid Healing", "Slippery Jumping Technique", "Elastic Guard", "Water Spirit Blessing", "Coincidence", etc., are all auxiliary spells that are conducive to hand-to-hand combat among various types of magic, but the attributes are relatively mild, and there are no too many side effects.

Plitander is worthy of being an expert, and as soon as he makes a move, he can see the depth of his skills and the accuracy of his vision.

Zyuganov laughed evilly. But add it, Lao Tzu will let you understand that no matter how many low-level auxiliary spells you pile up, you can't make up for the huge difference in strength caused by the obvious level difference.

He is a real fifth-level pinnacle, according to the data provided by Dyneth, no matter how great the two little guys are, they are only fourth-level to fourth-level peak soldiers, and there are two levels behind him, which means that the initiative of the battle is basically under his control.

As for the old magician, it doesn't matter if he is at the level of the fourth level, after all, he is old and has limited energy, and the more he spares no expense in giving assistance to the little guys, the more it will greatly weaken his own spiritual power and accumulated mana, the other party has only three people in total, and there is no strong backup.

"Teng Teng Teng", the deputy commander of the city guard army climbed the stairs with steady steps, holding a shield in his left hand to protect the soft underbelly on his side, and the battle axe in his right hand drooped slightly, and the reaction of Normer and others could be changed at any time, the pair of small triangular eyes under the mask were shining, and the corners of his mouth were tilted to reveal bloodthirsty longing, and there was no longer the slightest illusion of a middle-aged and honest uncle before.

This is the true face of Zyuganov's nickname "The Butcher of the Smiley Face".

More than a meter behind him was Antonov, who also held a shield in his left hand and a sharp sword with a long blade and a thick back in his right hand.

Behind Antonov were the rest of Zyuganov's carefully selected and coordinated subordinates, one after the other, keeping roughly equal distances from each other, and slowly ascended the stairs to the second floor.

Sure enough, it is a strong enemy, although the number is not much, but just looking at the momentum of forming a team and slowly advancing is not much stronger than the second wave of attacks and rushing up to send people to the head, and they come and go in a hurry, in the final analysis, it is still the way of street ruffians fighting in groups, where can they confront a real strong enemy.

Normer sighed and nodded to Dawn and Plitander, the two of them understanding.

Seeing that Zyuganov was only one step away from the big hole that had been broken, he was not far from the enemy who was on full alert with a slight leap, and "opened the bow", the captain of the arrow team of the personal guards ordered.

At the sound of an order, the archers behind him who were divided into two rows on the left and right pulled their bowstrings one after another, set up the feather arrows, and aimed at Normer and the others on the second floor, and were in a state of activation at any time. As long as the captain gives the order to release the arrows, the arrows full of fighting spirit will give his own deputy commander enough long-range attack assistance with the blessing of strong bow power.

At the moment when the deputy commander of the city guard was about to jump up and leap over the entrance of the cave, the three Normer also moved, and they moved at such speed that they moved so fast that even the archers who had been prepared had long ago did not have time to release their arrows.

The city guards present were all dumbfounded, and the enemy who was waiting for the battle was about to engage in battle, but they actually fled separately along both sides of the corridor, and quickly disappeared into the sight of the elite of the city guards, and fled!

"Where to run!"

Zyuganov was the first to react, and with a loud shout and a hard kick of his supporting leg, he crossed the big hole and chased after the boy who had disappeared.

Antonov no longer walked up slowly, but ran quickly, quickly jumped over the hole, and took the lead with the other five soldiers, chasing the other side of Dawn and Plitander's escape, his speed was only two or three positions behind the leader Zyuganov, and his tall and stout body was quite flexible.

This is the first time since falling into the trap that the boy and others who have a very resolute attitude of resistance have done so, and this move is obviously knowing that they are invincible, and they are going to break through the siege separately.

In other words, if Antonov and the others don't chase hard, the credit will be on their wings and fly away!

The city guards downstairs who were always ready to support their own people with a rain of arrows had to put down their longbows in frustration, after the enemy fled into the corridor, their figures were completely blocked by the wall, the archers lost the trace of the target, no matter how lethal the feather arrows were, they became useless ornaments, and it was very exhausting and fighting to aim with the bow for a long time, so I had to rest for a while and wait to see how things changed.

The dim moonlight shone into the corridor on the second floor through the slender window, hazy, Zyuganov chased into the corridor on the right a few steps, and saw that the young man who had fled earlier had turned around and stood still, his arms clenched the handle of the long sword, the reason for the backlight, Zyuganov couldn't see the expression on the young man's face at this moment, but judging from his body language, he could guess that he was struggling to fight.

"Why don't you run? You can keep running, and you'd better just hit the window and jump off." Let's see if you can be shot into a porcupine!" the deputy commander of the city guard sneered and laughed loudly.

The young man clearly saw the dense archers waiting on the street for a long time, and had to reflexively respond to the battle.

In the darkness, Normer grinned and smiled happily, "I think you're mistaken. The purpose of 'fishing' you here alone is to clean up your bad species, so that there are always flies flying around you and disturbing your master's mood. ”

After taunting the deputy commander of the city guards, the young man raised his long sword with both hands, put on a slashing posture, and shouted loudly: "Since you have been chased by one person, hurry up and roll over and die!"

Zyuganov laughed angrily: "Good boy, there is a kind! I promise your uncle, I will not let you die too quickly." If I don't squeeze all your eggs out alive, I don't deserve to be called a 'smiling butcher'!"

After saying that, he bowed his body, used force under his feet, and waved his waist with a huge battle axe, and took the young man directly with the charging posture of sweeping thousands of troops, and the vigorous moves completely abandoned all unnecessary tricks, and some were just "fast, steady, accurate, and ruthless", a concise and effective style in the army.

There were a lot of shredded papers and cards scattered on the floor of the corridor, and with the sharp eyes of the fifth-level peak of the deputy commander of the city guard, he swept over at a glance, and he recognized these messy pieces of paper, which were the "Seven Kingdoms Killing" used by lowly mercenaries to pass the time every day, a game of cards that could be used by multiple people to participate, and the so-called "pretty beauties" who specially published the news of the lace of the nobles in various places The yellow tabloids of the like, on which are nothing more than the information of whose heroine was hooked into bed by the bard to have a big belly exposed, whose daughter's young lady was put on the boat by whose young master, and as a result, people were reluctant to make up the ticket.

To put it bluntly, it is for the common people at the bottom to think of things that are not obscene, and Zyuganov does not see less on weekdays.

In the face of his brute force that can kick a cow to death with one kick, he doesn't have to care about the imbecile problem of whether he will slip if he steps on the piece of paper, and of course he is not willing to waste time and avoid these useless pieces of paper in the place where he lands.

The huge boots stomped on a card, and they were about to bounce up and step on the next landing point.

Zyuganov is experienced and calculates very carefully, he only needs to run three steps with all his strength, and with his own pace, the blade of the giant axe and axe can just chop into the waist of the young man, no matter how he responds, he is completely sure that he wants him to look good, and if he does not shock him to the point that his internal organs are ruptured and vomit blood on the spot, he will be considered a loser!

Unexpectedly, in the face of a powerful offensive, Normo did not retreat but advanced, and the long sword held high above his head slashed down diagonally, the speed of the sword was not fast, but the sword was extremely heavy, and it faintly brought a whistling wind!

What is he going to do?

Zyuganov wondered, looking at the direction of the sword did not look like he was trying to parry the giant axe that was slashing at him, and looking at the distance, it did not look like he could be able to slash himself. Pretty weird.

At this time, Zyuganov's first step was completely solid, and the second step was just halfway through, just when the step leg in front of him had not yet landed, and the support leg behind him had not yet been raised, a sudden change occurred, and an extremely faint green light flashed from the bottom of his back boots, and Antonov suddenly felt a tingling pain in the soles of his feet, which were sour and numb, and half of the soles of his feet were numb in an instant.

It's not good, I was tricked, and I was poisoned!

The deputy commander of the city guard army is so experienced that he instantly understood that he was still careless, and he fell for the conspiracy laid out by the young man early.

He was furious, but his mind was very calm, this level of mechanism and the poison attached to it, the dose was not large, at most it affected his movements and was uncomfortable for a while, as long as the poison was discharged from the wound in time, there would be no danger to his life.

Saying that, the judgment is also very accurate, Zyuganov still feels very ashamed, he is almost forty years old, and he was calculated and succeeded by a teenager who debuted not long ago, how can he not be ashamed and angry?