Vol 2 Chapter 161: Youarelate

"At the original location of Green Cross Street, my lord." The militia said weakly: "They suddenly appeared, a group of women! Wearing armor, Mr. Marx thought they were survivors of some organization. Until they started attacking us! Manche Master Ni took Mr. Marx to retreat. If this child and his father hadn't appeared suddenly, I'm afraid I would not have the chance to escape for help...
The young man supporting the militia proudly raised his head, looked at the black-haired and dark-eyed demon hunter with curious eyes, pursed his mouth, and did not speak.
"How is Mr. Marx's injury?" Knight Bart asked anxiously. As a knight, he has never seen a leader like Marx. Even if there is a glimmer of hope, he doesn't want Marx to have any accidents: "How many are there? "
The militiamen lowered their heads in shame: "I don't know, sir, I didn't see how many of them there are. Brothers thought there was no danger. Almost as soon as the opponent launched an attack, we were washed away. I Saw Mr. Marx being pierced in the abdomen by one of the women."
Along the way, the bodies of the deformed body were almost everywhere, and everyone thought that the deformed body had been wiped out. The militiamen, including Knight Bart, relaxed their vigilance. After all, they are not professional fighters, but civilians who have hurriedly received training and embarked on the battlefield.
The wounded militia watched the wounded nuns cautiously, and whispered: "My lord, the people who attacked us look similar to their equipment. But they don’t feel the same. They look a little more fancy. Like..."
The militiamen didn't know how to describe the enemies they encountered. They looked like animal trainers who had escaped from the acrobatic troupe.
"They, are there many people with extra limbs? They look crazy, almost irrational?" Silent nun Celestine walked to the demon hunter's side, speaking in a less proficient way. Way asked the militiamen.
"Yes, that's right." The militiaman looked at Celestine, who was covered in blood, with a trace of pity in his eyes. The reason why he was willing to stand up and respond to Mr. Marx's call to become a member of the People's Self-Protection Federation The militia, because she didn't want her sister to one day have to use weapons to protect herself.
Looking at the girl who was about the same age as his own sister, but seemed to be used to a girl, the militia felt that his choice was correct!
The eyes of the militia did not make Silent Sister Celestine feel offended. In fact, as a close attendant of the Witch King, no one has dared to look her in the eyes for many years, let alone pity! Celeste felt a little complicated because of this.
The demon hunter looked around, the wounded all over the ground, making it look like a field hospital. He turned his gaze to Pastor Richard. As the local host, the church should do something: "Master Richard, can you ask your people to take care of the wounded here, whether it’s a nun or a witch, I think today Shouldn't it continue to bleed, do the great Campas and his most fearless warriors agree?"
The enthusiastic paladins behind Pastor Richard burst out enthusiastic responses. In their eyes, the demon hunters are simply the greatest fighters in the world!
Pastor Richard was dissatisfied with the remaining cigarette and flicked it in the direction of the demon hunter, and made a vague act of counting gold coins at him. The demon hunter smiled, and quietly pointed his finger at the equipment called "Faith Arms" used by the silent nun on the ground, and also made a gesture of counting gold coins with his hands.
Pastor Richard smashed his fist heavily on the palm of his hand, expressing his agreement, and the demon hunter nodded with satisfaction. In an instant, two foxes, one large and one small, completed a dirty deal. The pure and fearless nuns may become the biggest losers.
"Can you take us to find the place where they were attacked?" The demon hunter asked the boy who was holding the militiaman. He saw a rough cocoon on the boy's hand, which was a trace of weapons used for many years. In contrast, there are strong muscles on the juvenile's arms.
"Of course! I will take you there!" The boy replied calmly: "My name is Karl, maybe you don't remember. But my family and I owe you a favor! My father stays there and I will take Go back and find him!"
The young man named Carl took the militia, leaned against the wall, gently put it down, and then walked in the direction where he came.
The demon hunter remembered the family he met when he first entered the Xiacheng district. It is hard to imagine that this child who looks mature and stable once shot two crossbow arrows at himself. Although the power is not great, the courageous nature of the teenager is evident. Unexpectedly, it was the two of them, the demon hunter gave a big smile.
"Be careful, it may be a plan to move the tiger away from the mountain." The demon hunter left Li Yanlong, the knight Bart and his daughter, and the remaining militia here, and whispered: "Take care of our witch~EbookFREE.me~ If there is any change in the people of the church, ignore the others and take the witch back to the camp!"
The paladins under Pastor Richard began to build simple defense facilities around him. Obviously, he also considered the possibility of violent attacks, and the priests began to simply bandage and treat the wounded.
Although the nuns complained, they still twisted their noses and accepted the priests' help under the order of Silent Sister Celestine. Celestine took the fighting nun and all the clerical nuns and stood beside the demon hunter.
"Today, the battle between us is over." Celestine said: "But nuns, we must solve it alone, traitor. Traitor must die! Misel? Brigitta, and by her All the sisters bewitched will be purified in the sacred flame!"
The demon hunter nodded and agreed: "I told you that we have a common enemy."
Young Karl is like the most experienced hunter. In the ruins of the Xiacheng District, through the complex terrain, found the place where the previous battle occurred.
It was a crossroads, the battle was over long ago, and the body of a militiaman was hung on a pole, swinging with the wind.
The dead militiamen, from the corners of their mouths to the cheeks, were slashed with a sharp knife. The expression on their faces was like a clown's smile. They opened their arms and faced the demon hunters' group, seeming to welcome their arrival.
"You are late." The blood on the chest seemed to mock everyone again.
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