Vol 3 Chapter 240: High Wind Festival

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No one wants this to happen by accident, but unfortunately it is often not transferred by human will. Regardless, this banquet at Shuiyue Manor is destined to shake the north.
The battle has evolved so far, except for those who passed out, everyone has reacted. The manor of the manor was continually bursting into the lobby to rescue the people on the ground. The knights of the External Security Agency also surrounded this floor and advanced quickly.
Under such circumstances, noble wealthy businessmen who had escaped from the calamity naturally could not leave immediately. Their faces gathered in horror, not far from the hall. Some aristocratic women were crying, and some were shouting to find friends and relatives. Most of them were talking about which big man hasn't come out yet. But at the end, most of them listened stingily. The roar from time to time behind the manor, and watching the exquisite houses built like children's house, fell down when touched, and the wind blew away ...
Grunts ... swallowed and turned his eyes back to the hall.
The rich merchants are hard to say, but all the aristocrats have some strength and may not have enough hands-on experience, but their morale is still considerable, and many of them are intermediate martial arts standing here. But Rao is so, the sight in front of them still makes their heart tighten tightly. what is this? Do you want to demolish the house ... nothing, this is not what they can achieve, just look at the lobby ...
The lobby is more suitable for viewing without psychological barriers, and the battle scale is small. The dozen or so Dark Serpent Guards are gradually being separated and are fighting alone. Yes, their skills are very good, but the fighting style is definitely not the same. Coupled with the current situation, it is estimated that it will be destroyed in a short time.
"Let ’s go ... evil heresy, accept the sanction of the of light, the arrow of light!"
"Judgement of the Holy Sword ... You shouldn't walk in the world. Pollution of sentient beings, today I have Sesman to purify you ..."
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More than a dozen lightsabers whistled back and forth over the broken hall. From time to time, they followed the guidelines and dived into attack.
Sesman, in a red robe below, was solemn and gaunt, eyes wide, as if jealous of staring at those dangerous snake guards, who were very good-looking. In fact, the effect is really good. Noble wealthy merchants not far away praised each other, gestured from time to time, and muttered words like praise to God.
As soon as the battle between the three of Tang En shifted, Sethman became energetic, waved and directed the incoming guard, and righteously came to the front line. That posture. You know, it's clear that those people are just dark snake guards. I don't know, I thought he was fighting fiercely with a tribe chief in Beihuang.
As Daou said before, since he's here, he has no plans to go back alive. These dark snake guards naturally have this awareness, and have not made a move to hold the noble wealthy merchants on the ground. To be honest, that's meaningless. A thousand miles away from here, even if a hostage is in hand, it cannot be returned. In that time, why not step on some of them ...
However, the strength of the great magician of the Sesman is not fake. If you face Down or Daou, then there is no chance of winning. However, it is more than enough to deal with these dark snake guards that have already shown their shape. Coupled with more and more guards rushing in, the dozen or so Dark Serpent Guards did not make much waves, with the lightsaber focusing on again. Eventually all were wiped out.
Although the hall was quiet, the dead would never wake up. When noble wealthy businessmen looking for relatives and friends rushed into the broken hall, he saw Seisman standing sadly next to a dark body.
Not to mention those who hurried to find relatives and friends, more people gathered around Sesman. Soon, they recognized the black charcoal corpse on the ground, which was the messenger of the holy city before, and could not help but breathe in a sigh of relief.
Three days later. The bright gods will always be on the front line, but the people who receive them are dead now. How can this be good? And not to mention this, this messenger comes from the holy city. Now he died at the noble banquet in Cold Water City. Although it is for a reason, how to explain it is undoubtedly a headache.
"Master Sesman, don't be too sad, he just returned to the embrace of the God of Light, and will definitely enter the Paradise of Paradise forever and joy." Half a ring, a nobleman who was about a believer in the Temple of Light began to comfort.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..." Sesman shook his eyebrows slightly, shook his head, and sighed his head up, a sorrowful expression, "I am not sad ... I am facing death almost every day, even my guardian knight on the front line Most of the regiments died in battle ... I just regret that the evil in the world is far from dead, but our heroic soldiers have already set foot on their way home. "
He paused, wiped his eyes, then raised his face and said: "But these are not the reasons for our intimidation ... He has returned to the embrace of the Light God, and I am preparing, as long as there is still a breath, as long as this world There is a little bit of sin, and we will fight it to the end! "
Poppy ...
The thunderous applause sounded, and everyone around him looked at Sesman with reverence. Emotional, tears were already in tears.
Sethman took a step back, bowed solemnly to the body of the messenger, and then waved his hand: "I didn't do anything ... Please give him applause and respect to those who died today." . "
As soon as this remark was made, everyone couldn't help admiring it even more. What a high wind and bright festival, I have been trapped in the hall to fight with cultists before, and then led the crowd to clear away the iniquity, but now it is all the credit to the dead messenger ... how noble! How selfless! Oh praise God!
The hall was sombre at first, everyone bowed and salute, and then thunderous applause sounded again.
I don't know how they would be shocked if they saw several people shot dead by crossbow arrows. I do n’t know if they saw Sesman retreat in the hall before, and then shouted for help, what kind of disillusionment ... Unfortunately, there are not so many ifs in this world, so Sesman has now gained more lofty respect.
Huh ... Wiping his forehead, Sethman breathed a sigh of relief, and finally pushed the credit away ...
This behavior is not how much Sesman respects this messenger. In fact, he doesn't care if this guy lives or not. It's not that Sesman didn't want this credit. Don't forget that he came to the north just for this. It ’s just that the credit in front of me is too hot. If I receive this credit, I will bear the corresponding responsibilities. And now that so many noble wealthy businessmen have died on the scene, how can they bear it? Obviously a business that earns more than it pays ...
"Master Sesman, has there been such a long battle there, will there be nothing wrong with Captain Xavien?" A nobleman said with a worried look.
"Yeah, or yours, with your support, eliminate these heretics early."
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"Ahem, this ..." Sesman twitched twice, and UU read a book www.uukanshu. com wants him to rescue? What a joke ... but this Sesman is worthy of being in the camp for so many years, the response is first-rate, and his eyes turned, Wen said, "You do n’t have to be alarmed, please believe in the strength of the Cavaliers. In fact, we There has long been a division of labor. Now that the battle is not over, it is not certain whether there are hidden cults around. So my task is to protect everyone here ... Well, there are more dead today, and we do n’t want any more An innocent person died. "
These words can be said to be relevant, the key is that they also involve the safety of the people themselves, and the result is unanimous.
Waved his hand and suppressed the noise. Sesman spoke again, distracting everyone's attention: "Although we cannot directly help Xavian Knight, we can pray and pray that she can get the God of Light ... uh?"
Before Sesman's words were finished, there was a sudden silence behind the manor.
Soon, with the attention of everyone, a figure came out of the ruined wall, silver armor, flame lance, and a black shadow hanging on the tip of the gun, faintly, a corpse ...
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