The screams of rebels soon came from outside the door, and the madmen who were still a distance from the hotel were full of blasphemy words. Fortunately, there were no paladins among the city guards. The crossbowmen on the second floor were using crossbow arrows to harvest the lives of the enemy. The gunshots from time to time even showed that Eliuk and Jing Liu were not lazy. ￡∝

"What did the pointed-eared elves just now say about the Third Regiment? Is it the organization of your city guards?" Before the rebels could rush across the street to cause trouble for each other, Marceau asked the city guard commander in front of him.

"Yes, unlike those Barsalanka City Guards who are the private soldiers of the city lord, our Sakalam City Guards are the formal soldiers of the Sakalam Group. Although they are responsible for the city garrison, our training is no different from the regular soldiers, but there are some differences in equipment. The commander of the third regiment is the city..." When he mentioned the city lord again, the face of the city guards was a little ugly. It was obvious that the betrayal of the first regiment commander made the middle-aged man very embarrassed and annoyed: "Lynch of the third regiment. Captain Sevasto was recommended by the betrayer... To be honest, the commander of the Lynch is indeed a very excellent regiment commander, but he and me have always disagreements. I have always abide by the ancient sayings. The city guard system of Sakalam is only responsible for the citizen representatives and the archbishops in the Temple District, but he said that our city guards and regular soldiers obey the instructions of those betrayers together."

"What you mean is that Captain Lynch is likely to have fallen." Marceau frowned - it seems that the city lord had already begun to infiltrate. Although the evil god's secret keeper has natural hidden power, have the Archbishops really not seen anything for so many years?

I was so fucked, I was thinking too much. Even if I guessed the facts, what would it be? Marceau blinked and listened to the noise and approaching cat signaling the city guard commander to continue.

"I don't know. The sharp ears are the sharpest among my direct squadrons. He can confirm that the guy from the Third Regiment is with the cultist... I don't want Lynch to fall. Although I disagree with him, at least he has never done those evil things." When the city guard said this, his sword-holding hand loosened and clenched. He turned and looked at Marceau: "Maceu. Do you know the evil things that happened in Barcelane?"

"If you are talking about the city guards in Barcelona exploiting business trips, I think this should not be a secret." After thinking about it, Marceau decided to tell the truth. As soon as he said this sentence, the cat saw that the middle-aged man suddenly became hunched like he was over teenagers. He sighed and shook his head: "Yes, it has been so many years, and it should not be a secret."

"To be honest, before your city lord made his own identity as a secret keeper public, I just simply thought that all this was just the people below who were making money under his name." Looking at the middle-aged man, Marceau, who felt sorry for him, reached out and patted him on the back: "I know what happened today makes you uncomfortable, but to be honest, I have seen worse scenes in Mashatiel than this. Compared with the legends and priests in the temple area now, I could not find a second real bishop at Mashatiel at that time."

"How do you know clearly?" the city guard chief asked curiously.

"Because I am the lucky ones who escaped death." At this point, Marceau raised his hand and shot a sleeve arrow and nailed the city guards that were turning through. The latter's originally empty leather armor now has evil emblems. Of course, these guys would call it art, but the cat felt that this kind of thing painted with human blood was really unbearable for the word "art".

The next second, several windows and doors were squeezing into the hall. This scene like squeezing toothpaste made the cat sigh: "I think we should send them a few shots."

"Drop the mooring bottle!" As the city guard commander responded, the city guards behind immediately threw out several cans of homemade incendiary bombs. One of the cans of oil hit the crowd in front of the main gate, and immediately ignited the leather armor and clothes on the rebels. These guys rushed over frantically to pull a few cushions. In response, a city guard mage threw another greasy scroll, and the rebels who were leaning on their backs finally chose to exit the gate.

Soon, the sound of smashing the wall was heard, "These guys are smashing the wall! A few people will take the incendiary bombs to the second floor and throw them down!" The city guard commander issued a new order, and Marceau began to reload. The previous choice was still a little problem - he thought that the hotel had the highest floors at most, but now it seems that the lobby is too big. Although it has been deployed, it is really necessary to let the rebels smash the wall, and they will be the ones that will be deployed at that time!

The incendiary bomb was quickly smashed by the city guards from the window. Apart from screaming, the sound of smashing the wall did not stop. Soon a wall was smashed open. This time, the rebels with a new entrance rushed in screaming and screaming.

This time, no one dared to throw incendiary bombs at the entrance again. They were transported to the second floor for treatment. On the first floor, Marceau and others began to deal with these guests - a long sword that flashed through the thrust. Marceau hit the crotch of the rebels in front of him with the hilt. The latter was obviously not alienated to ignore the fatal blow, but before he could scream, the cat's long sword slashed away his head.

With the trend, he flirted with his backhand, and the long sword from bottom to top split the rebels beside him who were about to attack others in half. Then he jumped in a small step and let the heavy axe that was chopping towards him. As soon as he landed, he pushed the cat with the long sword straight forward and pushed the rebel's forehead directly into the flesh-faced rebel's forehead.

Withdrawing the long sword, Marceau held the knife in his left hand and pressed the sword against the long sword body with his right hand to block the sword that was slashed horizontally. The murderer failed to hit the left hand holding the musket and pointed at the cat and hugged the fire. In response to this attack, the cat instinctively blocked the lead bullet with the long sword body. The lead bullet with powerful kinetic energy could not destroy the legendary weapon, but the cat was still pushed out for a short distance.

Marceau stretched out his hand, and the activated sleeve arrow penetrated into the murderer's eye socket. The silver-seeking steel sleeve arrow directly lifted a small piece of the target's back bone and killed the target. The cat cub was not in a hurry to rush up, but installed a new sleeve arrow in the back row, and then rode down as a city guard. When the murderer held the sword and wanted to end him, he rushed forward and caught him off guard. The opponent who reacted wanted to block it with a long sword, so the cat cub had one sword and one sword with four pieces. The most standard one was not a typical example of being pretended to be pretended.

He reached out and grabbed the rope on the back of the city guard's leather armor and dragged the injured person to the back row. The cat rushed back to the front row with a long sword and found a halfling. This guy had just killed a city guard with a musket and was attacking another. Therefore, when facing the cat suddenly rushed over from the side, he had no reaction at all and was directly knocked down by Marceau. The cat took advantage of the momentum to stab the long sword into the back of another rebel. He heard the whistling sound of weapons behind him passing through the air, and the cat who abandoned his sword directly

The cub raised his left hand to block the sword with his arm guard. The piercing blade popped out of his right hand cut open the waist of the attacker. Anne's treatment (essile) healing (tempering) medicine (toxic) water (agent) that had been applied before exploded a big 142 poison damage in the cat's eyes. This guy's alienation made it pass the instant death identification of the poison, but the 142 poison damage still made it curl up into a ball - the poison instantly destroyed his nervous system, and it was already a very good way to die.

The short knife was pulled out of the guy's waist, and facing the hand axe and its owner, the cat cub gave up the short axe, and then stabbed the short knife into the neck of the short man, who was four feet tall and waist-circling. He turned around and pulled the long knife out of the dead man's waist. When the cat cub turned around, the short file had to say goodbye to his half-pull body.

"A dwarf has gone upstairs!" The guards of the city shouted.

Marceau turned around and activated the five-ball special effect of the arm guard. An extremely effective lightning shot hit the head of the dwarf who had already run to the second floor and was rushing towards Yang's surgery on the wounded. A fatal injury floated out of the dwarf's head, so the dwarf fell head and just slid to Yang's side.
Chapter completed!