To the east of the Longshan Imperial Capital, there is a block three streets away from the imperial palace. This is the residence of the top wealthy businessmen of the Longshan Empire.
Just like other streets, today at the intersection of every street in this huge neighborhood where thousands of top wealthy businessmen live, there are a large group of entertainers performing. Clowns, magicians, witches wearing ugly masks, and dancing girls.
, singers, wandering crystal ball fortune tellers, etc., all kinds of strange and eccentric entertainers were hired by the Longshan Empire at high prices to add luster to today's palace banquet.
When Lin Kaixuan crushed the crystal ball in his hand, he was on a stage at a crossroads, wearing simple leather armor and pretending to be performing a bloody love story between an aristocratic young master and a common girl. All of them
The actor suddenly got excited. The sound of "clang" could not be heard. Nearly a hundred actors in the troupe tore off their bloated costumes at the same time, revealing tight-fitting leather armor and pulled out sharp weapons.
A few magicians who were teasing the passing children with "fireworks" and other small magic tricks suddenly changed their smiling faces. They waved their hands, and a wand emitting powerful magic waves suddenly appeared in their hands.
.With the ear-piercing whistling sound, they devoted all their magic power, instantly inputting all the magic power into their wands, and used all their strength to release the simplest but most practical magic, 'Magic Missile'.
Hundreds of head-sized magic missiles of various types brought up long flame tails and whizzed towards the surrounding wealthy families. These magicians clearly had the strength to reach the pinnacle, and they were only one step away from it.
They can step into the threshold of a heavenly mage. Together, they can smash all the buildings in half the street to pieces in a short period of time.
And the actors who jumped off the stage one after another and came out from behind the stage shouted the slogans of their mercenary group and killed the civilians on the street. In their eyes, these civilians were
It's not people, but shining gold coins - the person behind the scenes who hired them has already agreed that killing a civilian of the Longshan Empire is just one gold coin!
For these mercenaries, killing a civilian is just a matter of casual sword. One sword is worth one gold coin. The price is really not low! As for killing an ordinary soldier of the Longshan Empire, it costs ten gold coins, and a ten-man captain costs one hundred.
A gold coin, a captain of a hundred is worth two thousand gold coins, a captain of a thousand is worth ten thousand gold coins!
If you can kill any magician who is worshiped in the court of the Longshan Empire, the price will start at least one hundred thousand gold coins! And the nobles of the Longshan Empire, even the lowest-status meritorious knight, can be exchanged for tens of thousands of gold coins!
So, kill, use all means to kill. Every head is not a human head, they are all golden coins!
The clowns who were holding cards and playing tricks simultaneously let out sharp screams. The cards in their hands turned into square blades made of iron sheets. A streak of fighting spirit roared out, and countless thin iron playing cards
It shot out at the dozens of Longshan Empire soldiers and nearly a hundred bronze hats, rangers, dragoons and other security forces standing on the street corner to maintain order.
As for the few wandering fortune tellers who set up small square tables with black tablecloths and used crystal balls to tell people's fortunes, they smashed the crystal balls heavily on the ground. Then they pulled out what was obviously from under the tablecloth.
The strong crossbow made in accordance with the military standard had a constant "click" sound. The three-link and six-link pure steel crossbow arrows brought out a little bit of cold light and shot at a few magicians who were flying through the street on magic flying discs.
Everything happened so suddenly, these wandering artists who were smiling just now suddenly turned into demons who wanted to kill people. But what frightened these wandering artists was that compared with them who suddenly killed people, this
To the citizens and soldiers enjoying their performances on the streets, they seemed to be the real incarnations of the devil.
A girl with thick rouge and gouache on her face held a short sword and stabbed a girl who looked to be only eleven or twelve years old with a fierce sword. This fierce girl was disguised as a wandering troupe.
The youngest daughter of the leader of the mercenary group, although she is only fifteen or sixteen years old, she already possesses the strength of a lower-level person! In this mercenary group, she is one of the top genius girls!
If in a peaceful age, a commoner who could reach the status of a warrior at the age of fifteen or sixteen would definitely be taken seriously by the official agencies of various countries. Maybe she would still have the opportunity to become a concubine of a noble! But now the whole
The Western Continent is in turmoil, with wars everywhere. Such a genius girl can only kill another innocent girl for a gold coin!
A gold coin was successfully obtained! When the tip of the dagger had touched the skin of the frightened little girl in front of her, the ruthless mercenary girl had already shown a proud smile. Of course, a gold coin counts.
It doesn't cost a lot of money, but as long as a few civilians who have no power to resist can get a piece of fine gouache from the mysterious Eastern Continent!
"Death!" The pretty mercenary girl smiled proudly. She couldn't wait to feel the wonderful feeling of her dagger piercing the little girl's heart. But what shocked her was that
The little girl's face... Her face is a little dark? No, no, no, that's her face. It suddenly turned a weird black-red color!
Countless tiny scales emerged from under the little girl's skin. The little girl who was smiling just now, admiring a clown's little tricks accompanied by her grandfather, and clapping her hands with joy, suddenly turned into a
The little Balrog of the Abyss has a sharp horn on his head, is covered with countless ugly black and red scales, and has a nose that shoots out streaks of black smoke and sparks into the sky!
With a 'clang' sound, the dagger pierced the skin of this little Balrog, who at least had heavenly strength. The demon's scales were not damaged at all, but the dagger made of fine steel broke with little sparks. Before the girl mercenary could turn around,
Suddenly, the little Balrog grinned, and then slapped her forehead with a claw. With a muffled sound, her head shattered, and the Little Balrog screamed and shouted to the sky: "Ten gold coins! Oh yeah!"
Dazzling magic flames flashed out from the courtyard walls of the surrounding high-profile households at the same time. Hundreds of magic missiles that bombarded in all directions hit the magic barrier and exploded into flames all over the sky. The powerful impact shook large areas on the street.
The crowd fell to the ground, including many soldiers from the mercenary group who rushed out ferociously, all knocked over by the exploding magic bombs.
The mercenary leader, who was dressed as a tavern owner on the stage, yelled: "What's going on? What's going on? Why is there a magic barrier here?" But he still couldn't get any explanation, and a rapid
The long arrow shot had pierced his throat and harvested his life.
Several abyss gray elves in black tights were standing on a tower not far away holding long bows, looking coldly at the activities on the surrounding streets. Any enemy whose strength reached the upper level of their status would be shot by them.
Seal the throat. The poor warriors of these mercenary groups did not even have the slightest chance to react when faced with the sniper attacks from gray elves who were bathed in dragon blood and were extremely powerful.
Arrow after arrow tore through the air like the scythe of death. The good players in the mercenary group were constantly being sniped, and no one could escape the fate of death.
Those Rangers and Dragoons who were standing in the corner of the street laughing and joking, as if they were doing nothing. The moment these mercenaries took action, they uniformly put down their face armor at the same time, and put on the scarlet red cloaks behind them that had certain defensive capabilities.
He wrapped his lower body, which was not wearing armor, then picked up his lance, formed a charging formation and charged towards the street.
The few mercenaries at the front were still more than ten steps away from these rangers and dragoons, and they were the first to be pierced by the dragoons' crossbows. Dozens of specially made armor-piercing crossbows easily tore through their crude bodies.
The leather armor shot through their bodies, opening transparent holes the size of goose eggs in their bodies. Then they continued to fly forward more than ten steps with a stream of ferocious blood, and landed unwillingly.
On the ground.
Then the rangers' lances roared towards them. A few arrogant and brave mercenaries had just raised their axes, and the light lances had already pierced their throats and hearts. These were also strengthened by dragon blood.
The rangers, whose ** power was comparable to that of the saints, gently flicked their lances, and the corpses of these mercenaries flew high into the sky, and were easily thrown dozens of meters away by them.
A group of Longshan Empire city defense troops stationed at the street entrance chatting with a group of copper hats also put down their face shields. Wearing medium-sized metal armor, they raised their shields in their left hands and held one-handed swords in their right hands, forming a line of three.
They formed a horizontal line and advanced along the street with rumbling steps. Any mercenaries who dared to approach them were cut into two pieces by their swords and the leather armor on their bodies. The strength of these city defense troops far exceeded these mercenaries. There was no
A mercenary was able to escape from their clutches.
As for the group of men wearing black uniforms, half capes behind them, and round helmets with copper hats on their heads, they blew the sharp police whistles and pulled out specially made and extended police whistles from nowhere.
The long metal stick, one and a half meters long, roared in coordination with the city guards and launched an attack on the mercenaries.
Compared with the long swords and short knives in the hands of those mercenaries, the one and a half meter long metal sticks in the hands of these copper hats undoubtedly have an absolute advantage. And even the copper hats of the Longshan Empire are soaked in dragon blood.
, even if they have no fighting spirit at all, each of them has at least two to three thousand kilograms of divine power in their hands. These ordinary mercenaries, even if they have earth-level fighting spirit, cannot beat them in strength. (Unfinished)
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