Chapter 42: Konora is doomed to sink

Putt’s death was meaningful. He delayed Punk and Kane for a full five seconds. Although not much, it was enough for them to retreat at a super speed. The two stalkers didn't even want to catch up.
　　 "Oh, the great Mr. Pute sacrificed himself, he saved us, he is an admirable saint"!
The two people who knew that they had already left the danger slowed down slowly. Just as soon as Kane got out of danger, he immediately regained his inconspicuous playful attitude, and saw him speak an exaggerated aria, imitating the sad look of the bard "praise" "Put that "sacrifice for the people"!
　　 "There is no need to dress for sadness"!
　　 Punk continued to run forward without looking back.
　　 "In this type of major strategic failure, the death of a weak wizard can't be normal."
Punk’s voice is as deep and cold as ever, and the gust of rushing wind stirs the robe and hunts. In the moon-shrouded wilderness, both punk and Kane look like a ball because of the excessive speed. The blurry light and shadow make people puzzled!
"Alright alright".
Kane shrugged as he ran, "I think too much. The night attack this time has killed so many apprentice-level players. Tomorrow's battle will basically be defeated. Menezi should be overwhelmed by now. Air traffic control how a little mage died".
Although Kane’s words were cold, they made sense. Although Menesi sent out "out-of-the-work" employment professionals in order to prevent the loss of "excellent", these professionals are still present in Konola City. Some apprentice-level professionals accounted for half of the number, and the enemy’s strong people were originally more than Konola City, and now we have lost nearly half of the "elements" in one go. The city defense war of tomorrow is already foreseeable. What an inhumanity.
"It seems to be guarding ~ can't stay for a week now", Kane complained loudly, "I have fought for two days and the wool has not been exchanged. Now that I am running away, am I doing nothing for nothing? Really? He is so hot"!
　　 Kane, who lacks fighting skills, is obviously not reconciled to this unproductive situation.
"At least I'm busy this night. It's impossible for Menexi to give us nothing," Punk said lightly. He didn't know whether the defense could continue. After all, Menexi was also a veteran and official-level strong. No one knows what trump cards are on, but after tossing for such a night, going back must be able to get a lot of benefits. Otherwise, so many professionals have been born and died for "justice" and have paid huge "sacrifices", but Menezy has nothing." Saying "... then all soldiers will be chilled!"
　　 Kane knew this without a doubt, and this was the reason the two rushed back to Konora City overnight.
The night of the tender season passed very quickly, unconsciously, there was already a ray of morning light on the horizon, a little bit of brilliance made Konola City not so dark, at least............ The large dry blood on the wall is still faintly visible .
The two punks have arrived on the hillside where they first saw Konora City. He did not stare at the broken Konora City like Kane, and his sham and sadness. He looked down and intently looked at his loss. The staff with the head of the staff.
The role of the staff is to amplify magic. Except for a few staffs designed for melee mages, most of the staff have not considered the "special" situation of directly facing sharp blades from the beginning. Punk's staff Obviously one of the most.
Punk gently squeezed the neatly broken part of the wand with his hand. A little bit of wood was easily crushed. Since the wand lost its core-the head of the wand, he lost all the magical effects, and As time passed, the magic power that had been solidified in the wand began to flow away, and punk could almost feel the magic power in the wand dissipate in the air little by little... After all, this is not an advanced method. The rod, within less than five magic hours after it was completely destroyed, it lost its peculiar hardness as strong as a stone. Now...
Punk's face was still only calm and indifferent in the slightly dim moonlight. He gently opened his slender and clean fingers, and the fine sawdust sprinkled from the fingers with only a little magical brilliance, flying with the wind, falling into mortal dust. In the night, like azure blue star sparks, beautiful and ethereal.
　　 "Hey, I said, you won't still feel bad about this broken wooden stick that has been scrapped"!
　　 Kane is still good at breaking beautiful moods as always.
"I'm just feeling the process of enchanting decay," Punk replied coldly. He casually threw the damaged staff to the ground. The staff easily shattered into several cracked pieces of wood. Punk didn't. He turned hesitantly and walked towards Konola City, which was swept by the morning light. He never looked back at the broken stick.
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On Konola’s city wall, Menethi still had a deep expression of "Taishan collapsed in front of his face," but no matter how he performed "the winner is in hand", the atmosphere that permeated the entire city still waved. When the dawn came, only three of the 24 probationary-level professionals who went to the night raid "returned in embarrassment", even those "Kamos Guardians" who vowed to die for the princess I can’t help but feel cold. Reality is not a novel. When an enemy becomes completely invincible overnight, the instinct of creatures is more about the fear of "fleeing" rather than the courage of "desperate" ~EbookFREE.me~ Those
regular soldiers
were able to barely stand on the walls, holding on to the swords that were soaked in blood and bleak, and resisting the urge to turn and leave to make a passionate expression of
loyalty to serve the country
, and those
employed
"Professionals... Except for a small number of second-and-second young people who admire the princess, most of the other people, including punk and Kane who have already exchanged a piece of apprentice knowledge, have left the city wall far away! People who are a little more sober have realized that this city cannot support the time when they can kill 50 professionals to exchange knowledge, and if they are not paid, they will take risks. Professionals with the highest interests will do such stupid things. So now they are all disguised as poor people in a corner of the city near the city gate, ready to escape from the destined sinking ship in Konola City at any time.
Punk has cast a spell to conceal the magical aura on his robe, and now he is hiding in a group of refugees. The clothes disguised by magic make him look no different from those refugees in tattered clothes, at least to confuse some anxiety. There is more than enough for the big head soldier in a hurry.
Punk has been looking down at the ground, his entire face is almost hidden by the shadow of his hood. He manipulates a more advanced "secret eye" to watch Menethi, who is standing on the wall with his hands, still in his heart. Some doubts, because the official mage, who doesn't look like a bad person no matter how he looks, resolutely drips this inevitably dry muddy water, which is too inconsistent with the character's "setting".
　　 But...
　　 "Not important anymore".
　　Punk muttered to himself. Although I didn’t have as much knowledge as I had imagined, it’s not worthless, at least...
　　Punk is closing his eyes, feeling the more full and solid blue magic in the soul............
　　 "I upgraded again"!