Netheril Glory Chapter 43: The city is about to break

　　 Now, the fate of Konora City is entirely determined by the battle of McNeesey, because it is a must in the conventional combat power.... The defeat of the high-end combat power is the only hope of the moment. If Manesi won the duel with Lenka, then before Prince William sends the next official strongman, Konora City is safe, at least for a while.

　　If the two official gangsters still stalemate for as long as yesterday, then the enemy’s “conventional troops” will break through the ramshackle city walls, burn down the city of Konora, and find the hidden Princess Her Royal Highness. For his own purpose, McNeesey's winning or losing is meaningless.

　　 Of course, the worst result is that McNeely lost, and Lenka received no serious injuries. In that case... It is hard to say whether it is possible to escape a few professionals in the huge city of Konola!

　　Just as the first rays of morning light hit the walls, the horn of the enemy’s attack blew loudly, and most of the granaries as bait were destroyed (a group of trainee-level professionals pulled half of the granaries and it was okay) The enemy’s situation is also very embarrassing. They desperately need to break through the city of Konora, plunder wealth and food, otherwise they will be hungry on the way back.

　　 This time there are not so many professionals who continue to snipe the enemy’s “echelon” on the city wall. Soon, a cloud ladder inscribed with pale red runes drove to the wall of Konola City, accompanied by the enemy The roar of the charge, the wall began to drop one after another one of the inferior flesh and corpses hit by the blade or magic, and Lenka and McNeece also fought in the air again. This time the two men’s The fighting momentum is even greater, the shock waves that are almost visible to the naked eye spread in the sky, and the violent vibrations of the earth can be felt across several streets!

　　 A dim street corner, many refugees carrying big bags and small bags ready to flee in a horror hug. On the plane of Feren, the nobles in the defeated city can spend a lot of gold coins to "redeem" themselves, and the poor... …All will be reduced to slaves, and most people have difficulty accepting this fate, so even if they know that they have little hope of escaping in the hands of the occupying forces who are catching “slaves” everywhere, they still have to run away.

　　Punk stood quietly on a street corner close to this group of refugees. Even though the clothes he wore were disguised and distressed, but he hadn’t learned any cover-up techniques, he was still trembling in temperament after all. Refugees are different, Punk did not expect his clumsy acting skills to deceive smart professionals. He just needs to escape while chaos. The goal of enemy professionals after breaking the city may be to search for money or perhaps to search for knowledge. , But it will definitely not be inexplicable to compete with another obviously weak professional. So Punk has been very confident until now that he can withdraw from the body.

　　Punk frowned and watched the battle of McNeece in the distance, and I could see that both Lunka and McNeece had all the cards, life and death, but they continued to develop according to the current situation... … McNeely’s condition will get worse and worse. Now Lenka is like playing with chicken blood. The warhammer in his hand is almost dancing into a red cloud. McNeesey has to avoid the sharp edge and evade.

　　 Seeing such a scene, Punk is also a little anxious in his heart. If Lenka just solves McNesi in three, five, and two...……The trouble is big!

　　 "Hurry up! Hurry up and hand over the things"! A brutal voice interrupted Punk's thinking, and saw only two strong men in city guard uniforms, one on the left and the other on the two ends of the street. They sprayed spittle stars and asked the refugees to surrender their valuables. Things, or you will "kill the ring!"

　　Although this kind of robbery bridge is very old-fashioned, their "big kill" is more than just talking, the two female bodies that fell to the ground are strong evidence.

　　 Two deserters who planned to run forward to get a vote while making the muffled sound of kicking the cold corpses on the ground with their feet, while fiercely waving the **** saber to force the refugees hiding in the corner of the trembling Them.

　　Punk pouted, without mentioning the scum of these city guards’ behaviors, saying that the refugees’ cowardice and timidity made people quite “hate iron but not steel”, thirty or forty people They were trembling with two ordinary deserters. If they swarmed and attacked together, not to mention that the two deserters had only a simple saber in their hands, even if they had an ak47, they had to be easily controlled. Look at these refugees. They, besides praying to the wandering mournful gods, all they have left is the useless pleading.

　　Punk shook his head, he walked lightly towards the two flying deserters, don’t get me wrong, Punk wasn’t kind enough to save these refugees who seemed useless to him, he just thought of a place that could end in Here is the method of "silly waiting" for this helpless situation.

　　 "Your kid.........If you don't squat down, you can't find death"!

　　 A **** fighter with a **** tone smiled wildly at Punk.

　　 "Poor guy, did a little money make you lose your basic ability to judge~IndoMTL.com~Punk said indifferently, a silky blue appeared in the pupil covered by the hood Magical glory.

　　 "My Nima............"

　　The second half of the deserter didn’t say it. Punk lifted the two deserters with the hands of a mage and pinched their necks into the sky. The pale blue giant creaked their spine, midair. 'S deserters were bluish and struggling desperately, but their movements were as ridiculous as chickens in front of the hands of the mage who could easily lift the car.

　　 "Visceral Divination.........meeting the spirit level of my trainee level, plus...", Punk carried two deserters who had begun to vomit white foam like the poor rabbit ............

　　 "............A lot of advanced casting materials............I can definitely give me some "surprise"."

　　 completely ignored the refugees with their eyes wide and worshipped on one side, Punk dragged the two deserters who were still pedalling, and walked to a quiet and relatively open alley, under the horror of the refugees. With the magic of life, he summoned a bright silver knife, cut the belly of a deserter like a tofu, and put a **** horror in the hands of the master with a **** terror. The mysterious figure of the mysterious magic circle, and then, he raised the remaining deserter, and placed him directly above the circle like the rabbit in the jungle.

　　Regardless of the man whose face was distorted because of fear, Punk raised his knife calmly and calmly!

　　 "How can I think of such a good way"............

　　 In the distant city of Konora, sporadic flames began to burn. As part of the enemy entered the city, screaming and blood were everywhere, and even the clouds in the sky became affected by the two suns. Blood red splashes ink!