Chapter 43 - About to Break the City
Now, the fate of Conora City depends entirely on McNairy's battle, because in terms of conventional combat power...it is already certain to lose, and the victory of high-end combat power is the only hope at the moment. Nancy won the "duel" with Lenka, so before Prince William sent the next official-level strongman, the city of Conora was safe, at least it could survive for a while.
If the two official-level bigwigs are still in a stalemate for a long time like yesterday, then the enemy's "regular troops" will break through the crumbling city walls, burn down the city of Conora, and find out Her Royal Highness who is hiding. Goal, McNairy's win or loss is meaningless.
Of course, the worst outcome would be that McNassi lost, and Lenka didn't receive any serious injuries. In that case... It's hard to say whether a few professionals can escape in the huge city of Conora!
Just as the first ray of morning light shone on the city wall, the horn of the enemy's attack blew passionately. Since most of the granary used as bait was destroyed (it is still possible for a group of trainee-level professionals to pull up half of the granary and die together), the enemy's The situation is also very embarrassing. They urgently need to break through the city of Conora and plunder wealth and food, otherwise they will be hungry on the way back.
This time, there were not so many professionals who continued to snipe the enemy's "echelon team" on the city wall. Soon, ladders engraved with light red runes drove to the top of the wall of Conora City, accompanied by the roar of the enemy's charge. With a sound, one after another, inhuman flesh and blood corpses that were hit by sharp knives or magic began to fall from the city wall. Lenka and Manesi also fought together in mid-air again. Huge, almost visible shock waves spread in the sky, and the violent shaking of the ground could be felt across several streets!
On a dark street corner, many refugees with big bags and small bags ready to flee huddled together in fear. On the plane of Faerun, the nobles in the defeated city can spend a lot of gold coins to "redeem" themselves, while the poor... They will all be reduced to slaves, and most people find it difficult to accept such a fate, so even though they know that there is little hope of escaping from the occupying forces who are grabbing "slaves" everywhere, 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 on his body were camouflaged and looked tattered, but he had not learned any concealing skills, after all, his temperament was not the same as these trembling refugees. Similarly, Punk did not expect his clumsy acting skills to fool the savvy professionals. He just needed to take advantage of the chaos to escape. It won't be a desperate fight with another professional who is obviously not weak for no reason. So until now, punk has great confidence in whether he can get out of it unscathed.
Punk frowned and observed the battle of McNairy in the distance. It could be seen that both Lenka and McNairy had already played their cards, and life and death were at stake. However, as the current situation continues... McNairy West's situation will get worse. Now Lenka is like a chicken blood, the warhammer in his hand is almost dancing into a red cloud, and McNercy has to avoid the sharp edge and dodge around.
Seeing such a scene, Punk was also a little anxious. If Lenka just dealt with McNairy in such a way... the trouble would be big!
"Hurry up! Hurry up and hand over the things!" A tyrannical voice interrupted Punk's thinking, only to see two strong men in city guard uniforms blocking the two ends of the street, spraying saliva and loudly demanding that the refugees hand over their valuables If you don't have something, or you will "kill it"!
Although this kind of robbery is very old-fashioned, their "killing spree" is not just talk. The bodies of two women who fell on the ground are strong evidence.
The two deserters, who were going to run to get a ticket, kicked the cold corpses on the ground muffledly, while viciously waving their bloody sabers to intimidate the trembling refugees hiding in the corner.
Punk curled his lips when he saw this, let's not talk about how scumbags these city guards behaved, but just talking about the cowardice and cowardice of these refugees makes people quite "hate iron but not steel", thirty or forty people were actually killed by two An ordinary deserter was trembling with fright. If they swarmed up and attacked in groups, not to mention that the two deserters only had a simple saber in their hands, even if they had an AK47, they would have to be easily restrained. But look at these refugees, they In addition to praying to the group of idle and sad gods, there is only useless entreaty.
Punk shook his head, he walked lightly towards the two domineering deserters, don't get me wrong, Punk didn't show kindness to save these refugees who seemed worthless to him, he just thought of a "stupid" person who could end up here Waiting" is just a way to help such a helpless situation.
"You kid...you don't squat down, you can't find death"!
A warrior with bloodshot eyes sneered at Punk in a frenzied tone.
"Poor guy, does a little money make you lose your basic ability to judge?" Punk said to himself indifferently, and the blue magic light began to appear in the pupils covered by the hood.
"My mother..."
The second half of the deserter's words were not spoken, Punk used a mage's hand to lift the two deserters up in the air with their necks strangled, the light blue giant hand pinched their spines and creaked, and the faces of the deserters in mid-air They were blue and struggled desperately, but their movements were as powerless and ridiculous as chickens in front of the mage's hands that could easily lift a car.
"Visceral Divination......Cooperates with my trainee-level soul level, plus..." Punk picked up the two deserters who had started to foam at the mouth like mentioning that poor rabbit... …
“………The materials for casting spells are much more advanced………It must be able to give me some “surprises”.”
Completely ignoring the wide-eyed, worshiping refugees, Punk dragged the two deserters who were still kicking towards a secluded and relatively open alley. Under the horrified gaze of the refugees, he used his life The magic summoned a bright silver knife, cut open the stomach of a deserter like cutting tofu, and laid out the wriggling internal organs with the hands of a magician into a blood-red horror with a strange and mysterious atmosphere. Then, he lifted the remaining deserter and placed him directly above the magic circle like a rabbit in the jungle.
No matter the man whose face was distorted because of fear was full of tears, Punk raised the knife calmly and indifferently!
"How did I come up with such a good idea?"...
Sporadic flames began to burn in the city of Conora in the distance. As part of the enemy army entered the city, there were screams and blood splattered everywhere, and even the clouds in the sky became blood-red splashes of ink under the dip of the two suns!
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