Chapter 43: About to break the city

Now, the fate of Konola City depends entirely on Menezi’s battle, because in terms of conventional combat power, it... is already inevitable. The victory of high-end combat power is the only hope at the moment. Nessy won the "duel" with Lunka, so Konola City is safe before Prince William sends the next official-level powerhouse, at least it can survive for a while.
If the two official-level bosses remain in a stalemate for a long time like yesterday, the enemy’s "conventional forces" will break through the crumbling walls, burn down Konola City, and find the hidden princess. At that time, the enemy has reached his own. Purpose, McNeissy’s winning or losing is meaningless.
　　Of course, the worst result is that Menezi lost, and Lunka did not receive any serious injuries. In that case............ It is hard to say whether a few professionals can escape in the huge Konola city!
Just as the first ray of morning light shone on the city wall, the enemy’s offensive horn was blown vigorously. As the bait granary destroyed most of the The situation is also very distressing. They urgently need to break through Konola City and plunder wealth and food, otherwise they will be hungry on the way back.
This time, there are not so many professionals who continue to attack the enemy’s "ladder team" on the wall. Soon, a ladder engraved with light red runes drove to the wall of Konola City, accompanied by the roar of the enemy's charge. The sound of the sound, the city wall began to fall one after another inhuman-shaped flesh and blood corpses hit by sharp blades or magic, Lunka and Menesi once again fought in mid-air, and this time the battle between the two was even more vigorous. The vast, almost visible shock wave spread in the sky, and the violent vibration of the earth can be felt across several streets!
On a dim corner of the street, many refugees carrying large bags and small bags ready to flee, hugged in fear. On the plane of Faerun, the nobles in the defeated city can spend a lot of gold to "redempt" themselves, and the poor... all They will all be demoted to slaves, and most people find it difficult to accept this fate, so even if they know that they want to escape from the hands of the occupying forces who are catching
slaves
everywhere, they have little hope of escape, but they still have to risk their lives to escape.
Punk stood quietly on a street corner very close to these refugees. Even though the clothes he wore were disguised and looked tattered, but he had not learned any cover-up skills, he was different from these trembling refugees in temperament. Similarly, punk did not expect his botched acting skills to deceive savvy professionals. He just needs to take advantage of the chaos to escape. After the enemy professionals break the city, their goal may be to search for money or knowledge, but absolutely Will not be inexplicably fighting with another professional who is obviously not weak. So until now, punk has a lot of confidence in whether he can get out of his body.
Punk frowned and watched the battle of Menesi in the distance, and he could see that both Lunka and Menesi had already played out their cards, and their lives and deaths were on the cards, but they continued to develop according to the current situation... Xi's situation will get worse. Now Lunka is like a chicken blood. The warhammer in his hand almost dances into a red cloud, and Menezi has to avoid the edge.
　　 Seeing such a scene, punk was also a little anxious. If Lunka would solve Menexi by doing this, the trouble would be big!
　　 "Hurry up! Hand over things quickly!" An arrogant voice interrupted punk’s thinking, only to see two strong men in city guard uniforms, one from the left and the other blocking the street. They sprayed spit stars and loudly asked the refugees to hand over their valuables. Something, otherwise it will be "killing"!
　　 Although this kind of robbery is very old-fashioned, their "big killing" is not just talking. The two female bodies that fell on the ground are strong evidence.
　　 The two deserters who were going to get a ticket before running made a muffled noise while kicking the cold body on the ground with their feet, while viciously brandishing sabers to threaten the group of refugees who were shivering in the corner.
Punk curled his lips when he saw it, and let's not talk about the scum of these city guards. The cowardice and timidity of these refugees made people quite "hate iron but not steel". Thirty or forty people were actually killed. An ordinary deserter shivered with fright. If they swarmed and attacked in groups, not to mention that the two deserters only had a simple saber in their hands. Even an ak47 would have to be easily controlled. Look at these refugees, they Apart from praying to the sad and idle gods, there are only useless pleadings.
Punk shook his head. He walked lightly towards the two domineering deserters. Don’t get me wrong. Punk didn’t show kindness to rescue these useless refugees. He just thought of a "stupid" who could end here. "Wait" this kind of helpless situation is just a method.
　　 "You kid............If you don't squat down, you won't be able to find death"!
　　 A soldier with bloodshot eyes grinned frantically at the punk.
"Poor fellow, did a little money make you lose your basic ability to judge~EbookFREE.me~Punk muttered to himself indifferently, the pupils covered by the hood began to appear in the blue magic Glorious.
　　 "My Nima..."
The second half of the deserter didn’t say anything. Punk used a mage’s hand to pinch the two deserters around their necks and lift them up in the air. The pale blue giant hands creaked their spine, and the deserters’ faces in mid-air. They were blue and struggling desperately, but their movements were as ridiculous as chickens in front of the hands of the mage who could easily raise the car.
"Visceral divination......coordinates with my trainee-level soul level, plus...", punk picked up two deserters who had begun to foam at the mouth like the poor rabbit... …
　　 "............ A lot of advanced spell materials............ It must give me some "surprise".
Ignoring the refugees with wide-eyed and admiring faces, punk dragged the two deserters who were still kicking their legs into a quiet and open alley. Under the horrified gaze of the refugees, he used his life The magic summoned a bright silver knife, and cut a deserter's belly like cutting tofu. In the hands of the mage, a blood-red horror with a strange and mysterious aura was displayed in the hands of the mage. The magic circle pattern, and then, he raised the remaining deserter, and placed him directly above the magic circle like a rabbit in the jungle.
　　 Regardless of the tears of the man whose face was distorted because of fear, punk calmly raised the knife!
　　 "How did I think of such a good way?"…………
　　 In the distance, the city of Konola began to burn sporadic flames. As part of the enemy army entered the city, there were screams and blood splashing everywhere, and even the clouds in the sky became blood-red and splashed by the two suns!