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They came out, and they went away again.

Nissa felt a little admiration in her heart for the warriors who walked out of the inner city, no matter what kind of people they were before, the moment they walked out of the inner city gates, history had already settled on them. In the name of butchers, they maintained order and stability within the walls, risked their lives, and protected the trembling lamb behind them.

But even if they die, no one will remember them.

When the mercenaries in front of the cavalry array did not completely break through the crowd, they had already driven their horses to speed up desperately, and it was conceivable that the people riding on the tall horses must have discovered a huge crisis.

At this time, there is only one crisis, that is, the werewolves who rushed after them from the woodland have already pounced in front of them, and if the werewolves are allowed to pounce on them, the Kuroshio will turn into a tsunami.

So it's right to block the gate, even if you let them in at will at the beginning, so many people can't hide in it completely at this time, not even half of it. Next, the flow of people at the inner city gate is like opening the gate and releasing water, and it can't be closed even if you want to, the flowing water will wash away the soldiers, and the werewolves will follow the crowd and swarm into the inner city, pushing the battle line towards the valley until everyone is driven out of the valley, out of Luolong City, or slaughtered.

Sighing, Nissa said to Serapelle, "Let's go." ”

She walked in the direction of the Templars, and as far as she could see, she could still see the Templars and heavy infantry near the edge of sight, unloading the life chips from their bodies one by one, and rushing straight towards the other two doors.

They had to change their costumes, otherwise, how many of the lambs waiting in terror would turn into wild beasts, and she had found that there were many people on the edge of the crowd looking at them, and those discarded armor were the best hiding and protection for them.

Moreover, two days later, Al still doesn't know how she will be treated, she can't wait here dryly, she has to do something, although there is not necessarily hope for action, but if she doesn't do anything, she will definitely be disappointed.

After all these days, Serapel didn't ask much about anything this time, and followed Nissa obediently and obediently, believing that the other party would always have a way to overcome the danger.

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On the yellow-brown ground where the inner city gate leads to the outer south gate avenue, there are scattered pieces of golden armor, and the gold extends along the avenue, from the occasional one or two, to all over the ground, and then gradually disappears, like the wind blowing away the dirt on the road, revealing the gold below.

And the two slender gold pickers went all the way south along the avenue, picking and choosing, constantly putting the appropriate protective gear into their arms, the armor they were holding was almost higher than the line of sight, looking at the person who should be fully loaded, but with deep distress on their faces.

Serapel glanced at his companion's look of chagrin, and then at the other's round and bulging chest, and the expression on his face was extremely complicated. Although that size is enviable, after a certain range, the trouble caused really increases exponentially.

She glanced at herself again, she usually ran and jumped a lot, and she felt that her shoulders were sore, although the impact was not particularly great, but for the battle, not only did it not help in the slightest, but it would become a burden at some special times. She is like this, then she must overcome more and more problems, Serapel feels very unwilling for herself and her companions, this kind of God-given favor should not become a burden and trouble, but bring happiness to them.

There seemed to be a large piece in front of them, and the sun shone on it, reflecting a large area of golden yellow on them. Serapel hurriedly ran there with a pile of armor, put down the things in his hand, and as if he had finally picked up a treasure in the garbage, he lifted the breastplate, which looked particularly large, and waved it happily at Nissa, looking even happier than if he had found the right one.

There are men and women in the Holy Healed Awakened, and the armor they discard is also of different sizes, which is a good thing for them, and the two of them didn't plan to find a suitable armor in the first place, they have to put together a set of armor that is relatively bloated for themselves, otherwise they can't solve the fundamental problem. And Serapelle's size is easy to find, just take it according to the men's use, and it didn't take a few steps to make up a whole set. Nissa had the foresight to pay special attention to the pieces of armor that looked large, like those used by tall men, but she could not find a breastplate that could be worn along the way, which made her look like she was annoyed and angry.

"Nissa!" Serapel excitedly beckoned to his companion, "come and try this, I look okay with this, but the Templars have all lost it." ”

To tell the truth, Nissa was ready to give up, the pieces of armor on the road ahead had gradually thinned, and she had already decided to simply rummage through a few sets of large clothes in a nearby house and wear them thicker, although it was very hot now, a tight liner alone had already made her sweat profusely, and the liner was even more sticky to her body.

Having lost interest in doing it herself, she reluctantly walked up to Serapelle, placed her armor on the ground, and stood still at the mercy of her companions.

"Nisa, bend over a little, it's hard for me to manipulate like this," Serapel held the tubular oversized cuirass, struggling to put his companion in it, but couldn't reach it after several attempts, and finally had to give up, "You just squat down." ”

Nissa squatted down reluctantly, thinking that she would let the other party try at will, as long as you were happy, her eyes had swept to a few houses not far away, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, this is the rhythm of the heat to death.

"Huh?!"

Her eyes were dark, and the breastplate had been put on her head, and then stuck on her chest again, making her feel a little uncomfortable, and she wanted to hold up the armor with her hands, but she found that Serapel seemed to be pressing down hard.

"What are you doing, Serrapel?" exclaimed Nissa.

"I looked at this, I should be able to get in, and the space above is much larger than the one below, or else, Nissa, you can squeeze it with your hands and go in!" Serapel said earnestly, and as she spoke, she wanted to help the other with her hands.

"Eh, yes, yes, don't move, I'll do it myself......"

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"Nissa, you can't do this, you have to come one by one-"

"Got it!!!"

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