The layout of the second floor is completely different from that of the ground floor, except for the hall at the staircase, where there are bedrooms one by one. The maid and Beru's guards lived here, and when they found that the intrusive servants on the first floor were being killed, the experienced captain of the guard stopped the others from trying to come downstairs to rescue them.

At the same time, he commanded the maid to light the entire floor of candles, and after doing all this, ordered the maids to return to their respective rooms, while the guards waited at the top of the stairs for the arrival of the enemy. So when Yang Long walked down the stairs step by step to the second floor, the hall was very bright, and more than a dozen guards who were like facing a great enemy nervously surrounded the stairs.

After waiting for so long, they saw that only one enemy had come up, and it seemed to be a child, and the guards all looked at each other. The child in front of him was wearing his upper body, his long hair in the shawl was clotted into pieces of blood and was tied on his back, and he looked thin and seemed to be very weak, but none of the guards dared to move.

The young man held a long sword that looked unequal to his size, and there were still traces of blood on the drooping blade, and there was no expression on Yingwu's face, and a pair of big eyes that flashed with cold light swept over the guards without any expression. Every guard who was swept by the sight felt a chill in his heart, and his weak personality even began to tremble.

In addition to magicians, the low-level and mid-level professionals in the world of Azeroth cannot tell the level of strength by observation, and there are a total of thirty or forty servants with ordinary male physique living on the ground floor, and Yang Long, who is still emotionless after killing so many people, makes them feel very stressed. Unable to discern Yang Long's specific strength, every person present and guards mistook Yang Long for a middle- and high-level professional who far surpassed them.

However, even if everyone present was trembling with fear, the battle had to be fought, and if the enemy was allowed to kill Baron Belu like this, they would not only be killed as guards, but also infamous as guards. The captain of the guard was the first to think through this, and looked at the frightened people, this second-order warrior took a step forward, ready to exchange his courage for the fighting spirit of his subordinates.

"Kill!" Holding the one-meter-eight bronze long sword flat in front of him, the captain of the guard let out a deep sigh and raised the long sword above his head with both hands, sprinting a few steps and jumping high towards Yang Long. The resolute captain of the guard did not want to be able to hurt the enemy in front of him, but only that he would not lose too quickly to drive the fighting spirit of the guards.

When the captain of the guard jumped, Yang Long also reacted quickly, he stepped back with his right foot and took a half step forward with his left foot, and his low-hanging long sword made an arc and struck at the blade of the enemy's head.

Choke!

With a piercing sound, after slamming each other, the body of the captain of the guard was rebounded, and he staggered two steps to stabilize his body after landing on the ground. And Yang Long, who was standing in place, was even more unbearable, and he took seven or eight steps back and almost fell down the stairs before he could barely stand firm, and it was obvious from this fight that Yang Long's physical fitness level was not as good as that of the captain of the guard at all, and it seemed that he was only at the second-order median level.

This result made the guards all grow their mouths, and the enemy, who they thought was incomparably powerful, was actually just a useless straw bale. It's just that such a straw bag has kept them worried for so long, and the contrast between the mood before and after ignited their anger all of a sudden.

Without the captain of the guard's order, the guards all threw away all kinds of shields that were originally used for defense, and swooped towards Yang Long with their long swords. The captain of the guard also disappeared with the determination to die together, and the excitement quietly appeared on his face, and he couldn't help but let out a roar, and the first one pounced.

Yang Long's brown pupils flashed with a glint of successful scheming, as the slaughter on the ground floor had caused the guards to shrink back into defense. Although only nine of them have the strength of the first order upper rank, three the strength of the second order lower rank, and one captain of the second order upper rank, if they are determined to defend, even if they can kill them all, it will take a lot of effort, and now it is much easier.

Shout!

Nine silver rays flashed, and several people who came on were hit by the key points and fell to the ground, and the rest of the people were taken aback and instinctively stopped their momentum, and looked around to see that a small piece of metal was exposed on the head or heart of each fallen guard. The struck guard had lost his breath in a matter of seconds, and was now alive.

And that's not all, when the guards were blinded by the sudden attack, Yang Long, wielding a silver-white sword, smashed into the crowd. The surviving guards were slashed several in a hurry, and by the time they came back to their senses to resist, they were unable to recover their defeat, and they fell in a pool of blood in a short time.

Mercilessly replenished a few swords for each guard who could still breathe, and after cleaning them up one by one, Yang Long walked to the captain of the guard who was holding his neck at the staircase and glaring angrily. The first one was very close to Yang Long just now, so when Yang Long's palm flipped over and was about to send out a flying knife, the captain of the guard could see it clearly.

Although he immediately dodged, he was still cut a few centimeters deep in the neck by the flying knife, and the blood gushed out from the damaged veins, and the captain of the guard, who had lost his strength at once, could only lean against the wall at the staircase in humiliation, waiting to watch Yang Long harvest his brothers.

When Yang Long walked in front of him and raised his long sword, which was stained with the blood of the guards, the captain of the guards finally let go of the wound that could not stop the blood from flowing out. Waiting for this indifferent young man with hatred, death came when the captain of the guard opened his mouth and scolded with all his might: "You this"

Laugh at!

The blade that pierced into his mouth in an instant strangled the unblurted curse in the cradle, and the brain was pierced, causing the captain's eyes to roll and his nerves to reflexively twitch from trauma. Yang Long gently pulled out the sword, ignoring the sticky brain flower on the spine of the sword, and began to repeat the search that had been carried out on the second floor.

Because they are all small squares one by one, and they are lit by candlelight, this time the search speed is very fast. The maids living on this floor were no different from the people at the bottom under Yang Long's sword, whether they were begging for mercy, scolding or crying, the long sword in Yang Long's hand did not tremble in the slightest.

There were also maids who tried to run away or resist, but these ordinary women, who had no strength at all, were frightened and weakened when they heard that the guards were slaughtered. She didn't run a few steps before she was stabbed to the ground, and the best thing for the resisting maid was to rub a wooden pillow against Yang Long's trouser leg.

In short, after a few minutes, there were no more living humans on the second floor except for Yang Long. Grabbing a sheet at random and wiping all kinds of liquids and dirt from his hair and body, Yang Long stepped on the stairs leading to the third floor.