"Don't speak."

The Blood Eagle reached out to stop Bussman, who was about to speak, and glared at his companion, leaning over Haris who was sitting on horseback and said, "Your Excellency, General, in fact, we have mobilized two thousand men and horses to remove the cancer of the old city, and we have already obtained the authorization of the lord......"

"Authorized?"

Before he finished speaking, Sheriff Gotha sneered, "As far as I know, the Lord's Mansion has not issued any authorization documents to the Holy Presence in the past two days. ”

"Of course, I specially invited the old butler of the Lord's Mansion to come over tonight, just to make things clearer." Gotha leaned slightly over Harris, then motioned for the group to look at a ruin.

An old man with neatly combed hair and a tuxedo with an elegant temperament stood in front of the ruins, surrounded by several soldiers to protect him.

Lord Brandon? ”

"It's me."

The old man nodded slightly, his fingers twisting his goatee, and his posture was light. "General Harris, I heard from Your Excellency the Sheriff that a group of Holy Arrivals are using the orders of the Lord's Mansion to make trouble tonight, so I came over to take a look."

"Now it seems right."

"The war is imminent, and the lord has also made a special order before, asking the city hall and the garrison to pay attention to monitoring the city and resolutely crack down on those organizations that threaten the safety of the city...... This includes the Holy Advent! ”

After that, the old man shut up and said no more words.

It can be said that the upper echelons of Arabe probably know Brandon, the old butler of the Lord's Mansion. It's a half-elf. He once served the previous patriarch of the Raul family. Watching the female lord Milman grow up with his own eyes. But Brandon is in his twilight years, half of his body is in the loess, and he will hardly leave the lord's mansion, and now the appearance of this old man is a suspicion in itself, even if there is really a group of Holy Arrivals rebelling against him, it is difficult to alarm him.

However, the Tigers are known for their fierce and muscular heads, and Harris has a preconceived notion that he now believes Gothah's claims.

"Holy Presence. Arabe's authority is inviolable! “

"The Tigers will be the first to let you know the fate of the invasion of Arabe!"

Harris let out a terrifying roar on his heavy warhorse, and his eyes between his helmets had turned blood-red, as if he had activated a bloodline ability similar to 'Berserk'.

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Busman's face turned pale in an instant, and he scolded angrily: "Look, the old butler of the Lord's Mansion has come forward, this time it's really a big game." We can't believe that guy, the Twilight Blade has been tested for two months, and it is estimated that this night will be all destroyed! ”

"Not quite right."

Blood Eagle's expression was cloudy for a while, and his intuition told him that this was a game. But look at that mad Tiger Warlord. knows that no matter how you argue, the other party will not listen to it at this time.

Because of the sheriff and the great steward of the lord's house. They are natives themselves, and they have status and status bonuses, and the testimony they utter is worth thousands of players' mouths.

"Go back, hold on to that wall in the depths of the manor, you can't sit still!" The Blood Eagle whispered to Bussman.

Bang!

The gate to the manor is locked.

"Advance—"

Harris sat on his heavy warhorse and raised his hammer in the air.

Thousands of garrison soldiers did not disperse into the manor in squads and teams like the players, but formed a neat phalanx, and each soldier in the array was like a machine component, with an indifferent but calm expression, and uniform steps, it was really difficult to find the differences between individuals.

"The Players' Guild still has a long way to go."

Witnessing this scene, in the ruins not far from the manor, a smiling voice said.

"To achieve this effect, it takes hard training day and night. The intensity of our 'Twilight Blade' training has been called brutal in the gaming world, and it takes two hours a day to line up the troops, and of course there are a lot of compensatories. ”

The female warrior monk who was in an invisible state rolled her eyes at the priest, and said in a tone full of helplessness: "I have calculated, beyond 2 hours, the people below will complain, so I don't expect to reach the level of the aboriginal regular army, as long as I behave like a legion in a large battle." ”

Charles nodded, naturally knowing that a player guild was more difficult to manage than many indigenous organizations.

Players come from all over the world, not to mention cultural differences, the vast majority of them in the game world in order to seek entertainment and refreshment, tough to lead the group to hard training, blindly pursue what militarized management, the result is often counterproductive, resulting in serious loss of personnel.

'Twilight Blade' is actually doing well, with a strict reward and punishment system, and even some of the guild leaders have turned into professional games, just like the management of a corporate club, of course, commercialization is indispensable behind this.

As soon as these thoughts passed through his mind, Charles turned his attention to the old man.

In fact, half an hour ago, he rushed to this ruin with Meloti, Udic and others, and did not show up because Meloti felt that this operation might catch a big fish, and now this scene can be regarded as a proof of the swordsman's keen sense of smell.

"Miss Meloti, the grand butler of the Lord's Mansion......" Charles judged in his heart that this person was a fake, but he didn't directly stab him in the mouth.

Because Meloti's face suddenly became gloomy when Brandon, the big butler, appeared.

"Yes, I can't imagine that anyone would dare to use the disguise technique to pretend to be Grandpa Brandon in Arabe City!" Meloti's face was calm, and her words were full of mockery: "That disguiser's skills are not very good, not to mention the flaws in his voice, even the most important pair of ears of the half-elf have forgotten to imitate, it seems that he came in a hurry......"

"It could be that the shadow killer fled back and gave them a short notice." Charles said.

"Is the shadow killer nearby?". Udic asked in a deep voice.

"Not there."

Meloti shook her head, her gaze locked on Sheriff Gotha and the Transfiguree, and said coldly, "These two people must be caught." There is a lot of interesting information that can be plucked out of their mouths! ”

"Let's do it!"

"I'm going to wake up that stupid tiger first."

Drop a word. Meloti pulled out the rune rapier at her waist. He muttered a spell, and the tip of the sword erupted with white light, followed by white shackles burrowing into the void in front of him.

At the same time, Harris, who was leading the army into the depths of the manor, suddenly appeared above his head with a white shackle and fell around his neck.

This is the Dimensional Shackles.

Charles and Yufie watched as Melotti's figure faded and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Apparently a dimensional teleportation was carried out.

"Who is it!!"

Harris was shackled around his neck and roared angrily, and at this time, a graceful figure covered in gorgeous light armor appeared above the general's head with white shackles.

The rune sword had already been inserted back into the gem-encrusted scabbard, and Meloti showed no mercy, and the scabbard followed the movement of her arm, and slammed it on Harris's helmet, and angrily rebuked: "You stupid tiger, get off my horse immediately!" ”

"Meloti?"

A moment ago, the blood-red eyes were full of tyrannical color. When I hear a woman's voice, I instantly clear up. Harris didn't care about the tapping of the scabbard, but waved his hand to the banner soldiers around him to stop the movement of the army. Then he quickly jumped off the heavy horse and removed the mask of the helmet.

A brave and resolute face appeared.

It's not the rough, unshaven, unkempt appearance of the Northlanders, on the contrary, this face is still very handsome, with inch-blond hair and blood-colored eyes that have just been retracted, which has a special taste.

"Meloti, why are you here?"

Harris seemed to find the helmet troublesome, so he took it off and tucked it in the crook of his arm, rubbing his stray blonde hair with his right palm and smiling heartily at the female sword mage.

"Don't talk, watch this show first." Meloti just glanced at the warrior.

"Uh......" Harris was a little confused, but he still looked in the direction of Meloti's gaze.

Then a scene that stunned him appeared.

Brandon, the grand butler of the Lord's Mansion, who had been calm and leisurely before, suddenly became frightened when Meloti appeared, turned around and fled into the darkness.

But a roar froze the fleeing Brandon in place, and out of the darkness strode out a burly, tall blond man, who, with a loud slap, rolled through the ruins with a muffled slap, fainting in an instant.

Another group of Holy Comings also came out of the darkness.

"Sheriff Gotha, next, we should discuss how you betrayed Arabe and threw yourself into the arms of the evil gods. The stories are certainly interesting. ”

Charles, Yufie, quicksand at their fingertips, and haunting the middle-aged fat man who was protected in the middle by several garrison soldiers.

Hearing Charles's words, the garrison soldiers changed color and turned their heads to stare at the sheriff. At this time, if Harris didn't know that he had been tricked, he really failed his IQ. Fortunately, although the Tiger Descendant Warlord was entrusted with a heavy task by the female lord, his IQ was still above the human average, although his brain was full of muscles.

"Catch it first—" Harris exclaimed, in a deep voice.

Gotha is considered a civilian official in the city hall system, and according to common sense, he has no hand-to-hand combat ability and spell casting ability, but several garrison soldiers pounced.

"Poof"

A shadow shattered and disappeared, but at the same time, there were four illusions similar to real people, divided into four directions, south, east, west, and west, and fled in the shape of birds and beasts.

"Mirror Shadowing?"

Charles immediately took out a repeating heavy crossbow and shouted: "One of them is the main body, don't worry too much, you will know the truth after a round of arrows." ”

Whoosh.

The Heavy Crossbow fired several bolts in bursts, successfully knocking out one of the farthest shadows. Instead of using a ranged weapon, Yuffie sped up and flew out, sweeping his leg to shatter the second shadow.

There were also two other shadows, one of which was shattered by the quicksand of the fingertips, and the arrow that finally hit Gotha itself was actually fired by a small hand crossbow that haunted him!

However, the landing point of the arrow is intriguing.

The fat sheriff screamed and threw himself to the ground, the arrows in his ass still shaking. (To be continued......)

ps: The first update is delivered.