Now, the fate of Conora City depends entirely on McNeisi's battle, because in terms of conventional combat power, it is undoubtedly a loss. The victory or defeat of high-end combat power is the only hope at the moment. If McNeisi wins in the "duel" with Renka, then before Prince William sends the next official-level strongman to arrive, Conora City will be safe, and at least he can survive for a while.

If the two formal tycoons remained as stalemate as yesterday, then the enemy's "regular forces" would break through the collapsed city walls, burn down Conora City, and find the hidden princess. By that time, the enemy achieved his goal, and McNeich's winning or losing would be meaningless.

Of course, the worst result is that McNessi lost and Renka did not receive any serious injuries. In that case... it is hard to say whether several professionals can escape from the huge Conora city!

Just as the first ray of morning light shone on the city wall, the horn of the enemy's attack was blew excitedly. Since the granary used as bait was destroyed most of the granary (it is okay for a group of trainee-level professionals to pull up half of the granary to die together), the enemy's situation was also very embarrassing. They urgently needed to break through Conora City and plunder wealth and food, otherwise they would have to go hungry on the way back.

This time, not many professionals continued to snipe the enemy's "cloud ladders" on the city wall. Soon, ladders engraved with light red runes drove to the walls of Conora City. Accompanied by the enemy's charge, one after another of uninhabited flesh and blood corpses hit by sharp blades or magic began to fall from the city wall one after another. Renka and McNesi also fought in mid-air again. This time, the battle between the two people became even more powerful. Shock waves that were almost visible to the naked eye spread in the sky. You could feel the violent vibration of the earth overwhelmed through several streets!

On a dim street corner, many refugees carrying large and small bags ready to escape were hugged in fear. In the Faren plane, the nobles in the defeated city could spend a lot of gold coins to "redeem" themselves, while the poor... all were demoted to slaves, and most people could not accept such a fate. So even though they knew that they wanted to escape from the hands of the occupying troops who wanted to capture "slaves" everywhere, they still risked their lives to run away.

Punk stood quietly on a street corner very close to this group of refugees. Even though the clothes he was wearing were disguised and looked ragged, he had not learned any concealment skills, and after all, he was different from these trembling refugees in temperament. Punk did not expect his poor acting skills to deceive the shrewd professionals. He just needed to escape in the chaos. The goal of the enemy's professionals after breaking the city may be to plunder money or plunder knowledge, but he will definitely not be inexplicably fighting with another professional who is obviously not weak. So Punk has great confidence in whether he can escape unstoppably.

Punk frowned and observed the battle of McNeisi in the distance. It could be seen that both Renka and McNeisi had already shown their trump cards and had a life-and-death relationship. However, as the current situation develops... McNeisi's condition will become worse and worse. Now Renka is like a chicken blood, and the warhammer in his hand almost dances into a red cloud. McNeisi has to avoid the edge and avoid it.

Seeing such a scene, Punk was also a little anxious. If Renka just solved McNaisie in a few seconds......There would be a big trouble!

"Hurry up! Hand over the things out quickly." A arrogant voice interrupted Punk's thinking. He saw two strong men in the uniforms of the city guards blocking both ends of the street, spraying spits, star-crying loudly asking the refugees to hand over the valuable things they had on their bodies, otherwise they would "kill"!

Although this kind of robbery plot is very old-fashioned, their "killing" is not just a talk. The corpses of two women who fell to the ground are powerful evidence.

The two deserters who were planning to catch a ticket before running, made a muffled sound of kicking the cold corpse on the ground with their feet, and wielding blood-flowing sabers to threaten the trembling refugees hiding in the corner.

Seeing this, Punk curled his lips. Not to mention how the behavior of these city guards was, just talking about the cowardice and timidity of these refugees made people feel quite "hateful". Thirty or forty people were frightened by two ordinary deserters. If they rushed forward and attacked them in groups, let alone the two deserters had only a simple sabre in their hands, even if there was an AK47, they would have to be easily restrained. But look at these refugees, besides praying to the idle and sad gods, they would only be useless begging.

Punk shook his head, and he walked lightly towards the two domineering deserters. Don't get me wrong. Punk is not a kind-hearted person to save these refugees who seem useless in his opinion. He just thought of a way to end the helpless situation of "silly waiting" here.

"You kid... you don't squat down yet, you're looking for death."

A warrior with bloodshot eyes said with a crazy tone to punk.

"Poor guy, has some money made you lose your basic judgment ability?" Punk said calmly to himself, and a hint of blue magic began to appear in his pupils covered by his hood.

"I'm damn..."

The second half of the deserter said, and Punk used a mage hand to pinch the two deserters and lifted them up in the air. The light blue giant hand clenched their spines, and the deserters in the air turned blue and struggled desperately, but their movements were as powerless as chickens in front of the mage hand that could be easily raised by the car.

"Vius divination..........................." Punk carried two deserters who had already started foaming at the mouth like a pitiful rabbit.........

"………………………………………………………………………… I will definitely give me some "surprise"."

He ignored the refugees who were staring at the side with wide eyes and admiration. Punk dragged the two deserters who were still kicking their legs and walked towards a secluded and open alley. Under the horror of the refugees, he summoned a bright silver knife with the magic of life, cut open the belly of a deserter like cutting tofu, and used the mage's hand to put a blood-red, terrifying magic circle with a strange and mysterious aura. Then, he raised 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, he burst into tears, and Punk raised the knife calmly and calmly!

"How did I think of such a good way?"……

Scattered flames began to burn in the city of Conora in the distance. As some of the enemy troops entered the city, screams and blood were everywhere. Even the clouds in the sky turned blood red and splashed ink under the influence of the two suns!
Chapter completed!