Now, the fate of the city of Konora depends entirely on the battle of Menessy, as it ............ in terms of regular combat power It is already a sure loss, the victory or defeat of high-end combat power is the only hope at the moment, if McNessey wins the "duel" with Renka, then until Prince William sends the next full-level powerhouse to arrive, Konora City will be safe, at least for a while.

If the two full-ranking bosses are still in a stalemate for as long as yesterday, then the enemy's "regular forces" will break through the crumbling walls, burn the city of Conola, and find the hidden princess, and at that point, the enemy has achieved his goal, and there will be little point in winning or losing Menessy.

Of course, the worst-case outcome would be that Menessy would lose and Lenka would not receive any serious injuries, in that case............ It's hard to say whether a few professionals can escape from the huge city of Konora!

At the same time as the first rays of morning light reached the city walls, the horn of the enemy's attack sounded passionately, and since most of the granaries used as bait were destroyed (it was still possible for a group of apprentices to pull half of the granaries and die together), the enemy's condition was also very embarrassing, and they urgently needed to storm the city of Konora and plunder the wealth and food, otherwise they would have to go hungry on the way back.

This time there were not so many professionals who continued to snipe the enemy's "cloud echelon" on the walls Soon, a series of ladders engraved with pale red runes drove to the top of the walls of the city of Konora, accompanied by the roar of the enemy's charge, the walls began to fall one after another flesh and blood corpses that were not human shapes that were hit by sharp blades or magic, and Lenka and Menessy also fought together in mid-air again, this time the battle between the two people was even more powerful, the shock wave that was almost visible to the naked eye spread in the sky, and the violent shaking of the earth could be felt across several streets!

On a dimly lit street corner, many refugees carrying large bags and preparing to flee huddled in fear, in the plane of Faeron, the nobles of the defeated city could spend a lot of gold coins to "ransom" themselves, while the poor ............ All of them will be reduced to slavery, and the vast majority of people will find it difficult to accept such a fate, so even though they know that they have little hope of escaping at the hands of the occupying forces who capture "slaves" everywhere, they still have to risk their lives to escape.

Punk stood quietly on a street corner very close to this group of refugees, even if the clothes he was wearing were disguised and looked tattered, but he had not learned any disguise skills, after all, his temperament was different from these trembling refugees, Punk did not expect his clumsy acting skills to deceive the shrewd professional, he just needed to take advantage of the chaos to escape, the goal of the enemy professional after breaking the city may be to loot money, maybe it will be to loot knowledge, but it will definitely not be inexplicable and another obviously not weak professional to fight to the death。 So until now, Punk has a lot of confidence in whether he can get out of the whole body.

Punk frowned and observed the battle of McNessey in the distance, and could see that both Lenka and McNessey had exhausted their hole cards, and they were fighting for life and death, but the situation continued as it was now............ McNessy's condition will get worse and worse, and now Lenka is like a chicken's blood, the war hammer in his hand almost dances into a red cloud, and McNessy has to avoid the edge and dodge everywhere.

Seeing such a scene, Punk was also a little anxious in his heart, if Lenka just solved McNessy by two............ It's a big problem!

"Hurry up! Hurry up and hand over your things!" An arrogant voice interrupted the punk's thoughts, only to see two strong men in city guard uniforms blocking the streets at both ends of the street, spraying spittle stars and shouting to the refugees to hand over their valuables, otherwise they would "go on a killing spree"!

Although this kind of robbery is very old-fashioned, their "killing spree" is more than just talk, and the bodies of two women lying on the ground are strong evidence.

The two deserters, who were about to run to get a vote, kicked the cold corpse on the ground with their feet, and viciously brandished their bloody sabers to threaten the group of shivering refugees hiding in the corner.

The punk pouted when he saw this, not to mention how scum these city guards behaved, just saying that the cowardice and cowardice of these refugees made people quite "hate iron but not steel" Thirty or forty people were so frightened by the two ordinary deserters that they trembled, if they swarmed up and attacked them in groups, not to mention that the two deserters only had a rudimentary saber in their hands, even if they had an AK47, they would have to be easily restrained, but look at these refugees, they would only pray to the group of idle sad gods, there was only useless pleading.

Punk shook his head, he walked lightly towards the two flying deserters, don't get me wrong, Punk didn't come out of a lot of kindness to save these refugees who seemed to him useless, he just thought of a way to end the helpless situation of "stupid waiting" here.

"You kid............ If you don't squat down yet, you can't find death"!

A bloodshot warrior smirked at Punk in a maniacal tone.

"Poor fellow, has a little money made you lose your basic judgment", Punk muttered to himself indifferently, and a hint of blue magic began to appear in his hooded pupils.

"I'm Nima............"

The second half of the deserter's words didn't come out, and the punk used a mage's hand to pinch the two deserters by the neck and lift them up in the air, the light blue giant hand crunched their spines, and the deserters in mid-air turned blue and struggled desperately, but their movements were as weak and ridiculous as chickens in front of the mage's hand that could be easily raised by the car.

"Visceral divination............ Matching my apprentice-level soul level, plus ............", Punk carried the two deserters who had begun to foam at the mouth like the poor rabbit............

“............ A lot of advanced casting materials............ I'm sure you'll be able to surprise me."

Completely ignoring the wide-eyed and adoring refugees, Punk dragged the two deserters who were still kicking their legs towards a secluded and relatively open alley, and under the horrified gaze of the refugees, he used his life magic to summon a bright silver knife, slashed the stomach of a deserter like cutting tofu, and used the mage's hand to put the still wriggling internal organs into a blood-red horror with a strange and mysterious magic array shape, and then, he lifted the remaining deserter and placed him directly above the circle like he did with the rabbit in the jungle。

Regardless of the tears on the face of this man whose face was distorted by fear, Punk calmly raised the knife!

"How did I come up with such a good solution?" ............

In the distance, sporadic flames began to burn in the city of Conola, and as some of the enemy troops entered the city, screams and blood splattered everywhere, and even the clouds in the sky turned blood red under the dip of the two suns!