"It's really messy. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Marcos whistled and crouched on the roof of the house to look at the bloody battle between the two armies at the entrance of the town hall. They are fighting each other without restraint, and the honor of their own countries is at stake.

Behind the team of fighting people, about ten meters away, a woman stood on the ground and stared at all this in front of her expressionlessly. Death doesn't seem to have any effect on her, but you can feel the thirst for blood in her red pupils.

"What should we do?" asked Maffeo, the confusion of which left him uncertain, but it was clear that the Duchy Army was being suppressed, and if it continued like this, the Town Hall was afraid that it would fall into the hands of the Imperial Army. This is definitely not a good thing, considering that Queen Skady and the nobles are in this majestic-looking building.

"Did you see that guy?" Marcos pointed to the woman.

"See. Maffeo looked in the direction Marcos was pointing.

"That guy is the leader of the Imperial Army, and I think killing her will make these Imperial Army scattered. Marcos pondered a route closer to her. There aren't too many houses around here, but it's not that you can't get close to her, it's just that there are too many guards around her, and if you want to get close to her, you have to get rid of them.

The soldier in the gray plate armor and armed with a spear was clearly the captain of the guard, only because he was closest to the woman and talked to her from time to time.

Marcos sneaked up the rooftops with Maffeo, and the two of them tried to avoid the sight of the archers, who weren't easy to mess with, and the bows and arrows they had in their hands that could attack from a distance were a headache.

After jumping over the roofs of nearly five or six houses, the two of them could clearly hear the woman and the captain of the guard. The two of them lowered their bodies as low as possible, which caused their bodies to be almost attached to the roof, and they could only use this prostrate position to avoid the sight of the guards. As I said before, Huttonmar's house is not too high, and it is almost impossible to stand on it directly without being spotted if you stand on it directly, unless you are blind on the opposite side.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Lord Cyrus?" said the captain of the guard respectfully.

"Hmph, as long as those rats come out obediently, I'll make their deaths easier. The woman known as Cyrus sneered.

"Then I'm ......"

"Wait, Captain Thoma, the show begins. Sellers interrupted the captain of the guard.

Thoma looked at Cyrus with some puzzlement, he didn't understand what Sellers was thinking.

The door to the town hall was slowly pushed open, which seemed to Marcos a foolish thing to do. "Hell, are they crazy?" said Marcos, looking at the open door in surprise.

A black figure in a cloak stepped out of it, Marcos' pupils contracted sharply at this moment, and he muttered, "Damn, what do you want to do, ma'am?"

"Isn't that the one who scratched your face in the tavern?" said Maffeo, his eyes wide as he looked at the black figure.

"Yes. Marcos muttered, watching her every move intently.

The fighting around her didn't seem to have anything to do with her, she held a red scabbard in her hand, and the sharp white knife lay quietly inside, waiting for its owner to give the order to attack.

She walked straight to Cyrus, who had already reacted, and were ready to protect him under Thoma's command.

"Thoma, you stand down. Sellers said.

"Lord Cyrus?" Thoma looked back at her in surprise, he himself had already struck a battle pose.

"Just do as I say, step down. Cyrus's blood-red pupils fixed on the black figure that was approaching her, her eyes radiating a desire for prey.

"Yes. Thoma stopped the guards, knowing Sellers' temper, his immediate boss never liked to interfere in his battles. No, it can't be called a fight, to be precise, it's a hunt. Just like her nickname - Hound Dog.

"Fett, I didn't expect you to take the initiative to appear in front of me. Sellers looked at the black figure in front of him and showed a sneer.

"Cyrus the hound. ”

"Fett......" muttered Marcos, who now finally knew the silver-haired woman's name.

Maffeo felt a little nervous looking at the two people below who were exuding murderous intent, although he himself didn't know what the reason for this inexplicable nervousness was.

"Don't worry, I'll make your death easier. Cyrus slowly drew his sword from his belt.

Marcos' eyes widened, and the reason for this was Sellers' bloody sword. It seems to possess demon-like power, its sword is a vivid blood-red color, and it is as if it has life and its own consciousness.

Fit's white knife was also unsheathed at the same time, the killing intent was even stronger, Fit suddenly slid forward and rushed towards Cyrus, her speed was extremely fast, she only moved forward about five meters in just an instant, and at the same time, her knife also burst out with a clearly visible arc of knife light.

A sneer still hung on the corners of Cyrus's mouth, and under the surprised gaze of Marcos and Maffeo, the blood sword in her hand suddenly began to retract, and it quickly wrapped around Fett, who was rushing towards Cyrus, like a snake.

Fett's attack stopped, the snake-bellied sword tightly wrapped around her body, Cyrus easily picked up the blood sword, and Fett flew out like a kite with a broken string. She slammed to the ground, and Cyrus snorted, "Looks like you can't kill me." ”

Fett stood up from the ground, patted the dust off her black cloak, and spoke, "Don't be too complacent, you lackey of the Empire. ”

"Shut up, the Empire is something that rebels like you can insult. It was clear that her words had angered Cyrus.

"It's still so easy to get angry, Cyrus. Fett sneered.

"Hmph, you rebels are just talking. Sellers quickly reverted to his old ways.

Fett didn't continue to talk nonsense, and she rushed towards Cyrus again. The latter also swung the snake-bellied sword in her hand at the same time, and she stabbed the blood sword towards the ground with force, without the imaginary collision sound. The blood sword seemed to merge with the ground, and there was a sharp spur sound from the ground, and three blood thorns composed of snake-bellied swords burst out from the ground. Fett seemed to have anticipated Cyrus' attack, and she dodged the snake-bellied sword attack from the ground with a slight flicker. At this time, she was only a few steps away from Cyrus, and she did not retreat, but used this force to use her shoulder to slam into Cyrus.

Although Fit's attack was also expected by Sellers, the moment Fit's shoulder hit his body, Sellers jumped up and rolled 360 degrees in the air. Successfully dodging Fitt's ensuing attack, Sellers landed firmly behind Fit, landing on the ground with a 45-degree strike from the bottom up. Fit, who had no protection on her back, took the blow directly, and her cloak was also cut open by this blow.

Fett quickly turned and swung the sword in her hand, and with each swing she slid forward, ensuring that she and Sellers kept her distance.

"You're still too tender. Cyrus said with some sarcasm.

Fett ripped off her cloak, revealing her true form.

She had short silver hair and red eyes full of hatred. A black wrap skirt wrapped around her upper body, and a black jacket was draped over it. The gold belt and the upper body have a weird feeling, although the weirdness is not very strong. The white silk of her lower body made her look less like a warrior with a sword, and her black boots were firmly attached to the ground, which meant that she could continue to fight.

"Oh, damn it, can you believe it?" Marcos looked at Fett in disbelief, she was probably younger than Maffeo, but at this time she was doing something that was only one step away from death.

"It's a strange world. Maffeo shrugged.

Blood flowed down Cyrus's face, proving that the chain slash that Fitt had just performed did indeed cut Cyrus at the same time as he distanced himself.

Cyrus touched the wound on his face, "Yes, it can hurt me." So, I guess you're going to let me have a little more fun, right?"

"I can't ask for it. ”