87_87643 didn't see what happened.

Of course, with Moriel's current ability, she can completely replay what happened in the previous few minutes - but she can't calm down now, and besides, what happened in the first few minutes, because in the previous few minutes, there was nothing in the world that made her angry more than Forty-Seven, and nothing was more important than her brainless reprimand and scolding Forty-Seven.

So when she focused her attention on the incident, she saw a group of men with teeth and claws like jackals and women between them who screamed and roared like lionesses, on the verge of intensification.

"Let go of me, you deformed, nasty, disgusting, pus-stinking, primitive creature with a mouth on your nose!" it was hard for outsiders to imagine that such an astonishing sound and power could burst out of such a short, thin body. She shook her arm desperately, the loose sling on her shoulder writhing like a snake, only to keep it from slipping to her elbow because of the protruding shoulder blade. The result of her desperate struggle was that the "primitive creature" next to her, who was more than a head taller than her, could barely grasp her wrist - until he stretched out his other arm that was long on her side and struck her in the face.

The abuser gasped for breath and spoke like a terminally ill patient with phlegm in his lungs, even in the midst of a loud noise of laughter and laughter. Frankly, ignoring the insulting meaning of the words of the beaten prostitute would make a good portrait of him based on this description. The creature was naked, and his back was so hunched that it made his head look like it was on his chest. There is also a pair of appendages underneath the two arms (or forepaws), and they are equally slender and powerful. At the end of the limb are four fingers, divided into two pairs of pincers. In addition, except for the mouth that did stand up in the middle of his face, he was covered in a layer of glistening slime from top to bottom, and his hands were slippery.

The blood gushing from the mouth and nose of the young prostitute who had quarreled with him was running down her neck, and she did not faint or fall, but it was difficult to scold again, and he still grabbed her wrist and lifted her up with his hand, like a rib hanging from the door of a butcher's shop.

"Hey, you know we're pretty good by now. Stinky bitch?" The other man leaned against the bar with a wine glass, wearing sleeveless leather armor and a cloak tucked behind him, undisguised the bone spurs on his arms, and the smile on his face proved that he was content with the perverted pleasure of seeing the weak being abused: "Do you have the right attitude and provide us with honest service, or do you want Marduk to continue to 'teach' you how to live in the city of Seals as a worthless bastard?"

"Please don't do this! Please don't do this!" the self-proclaimed Luke's elf suddenly appeared again. It seems that this is his service area: "Rest, trade, and entertainment are welcome, but violence is not!

He flew around their heads in circles, "Don't trouble Luke!

"Come on, little flea!" someone shouted. "You only care about the tips that fall into your pocket!"

When the man heard this, he smirked again, as if a wild dog was acknowledging it by a pack of wild dogs and wagging his tail in excitement. "It's none of your business, little thing. Marduk invited the woman to drink - and she had already taken the money. But she dared to bully Marduk for not being able to speak the universal plane language, and denying that she would not provide services!"

The woman began to struggle again. Utters a muffled scream, but is immediately knocked out by another thump from the four-armed creature aimed at the abdomen.

"Think about it with your broad bean's big brain, will we tolerate this kind of fraud? Won't this kind of behavior affect the reputation of this place? Do you still want to stop us from taking legitimate steps to defend our rights?"

"Of course not! but gentlemen......"

The four-armed creature seemed impatient, and said something to the man that sounded like he was breathing in disgust.

"Alright," the man in the cloak waved his hand like a fly, "and we'll take her to the guest room to settle the matter." You should feel honored and remember this favor. You can brag to others about it later. Let's go, Marduk. ”

"Let go of her, crumb. ”

Morriel was, is, and will never be a man of courage in helping the needy. But she was on the other side of the bar right now. Expressing his righteous indignation against this atrocity, his face was rather horrible—probably even forty-seven, so he sat there and did not get up.

The man in the cloak could tell at a glance that Morriel was a difficult mage to mess with. But unfortunately, he didn't see what even forty-seven's frightened face meant.

He lowered his glass and spoke in the usual superior tone of a dimensional creature facing the main substance, "It's a private matter, beautiful Miss Mage. I noticed that your companion was doing a stupid thing over there...... I think it's more important for you to go back and mind your own problems. According to her appearance, whether she can get out of Seal City alive is two words. You probably don't know how many Barkeys have been swallowed by the city, right? I forgot the word 'choppy', you can go back to your seat, maybe I'll treat you to a glass of wine when you come out later, okay?"

"Let go of her, crumb. I won't repeat it a third time. ”

"Hey!'Bloody Hand', you're scared of the!" the shouts rang out again - the smirk on the man in the cloak turned into a fierce iron blue in an instant, and public opinion was sometimes really harmful.

"Get out and solve it!" the goblin began to scream again.

"You are not allowed to go. Forty-seven also grabbed the prostitute's arm. She was thrown away by the four-armed creature before going out, and she threw herself on the ground and groped for a way between the table leg and the human leg to leave, but was dragged up by the tin man and sat on the stool: "The horsemen are all revenge, don't you want to see them bloom all over the ground like you?"

The prostitute struggled twice, and found that the iron claws were as strong as if they were welded directly to the Seal City: "I didn't ask for your help...... Phew! It's nothing—my aunt and grandmother used to have a big deal with it!"

She turned her face up, blood crusting on her chin. There was still a new force coming in from the nose, looking at Forty-Seven with a defiant gaze that was not afraid of anything and didn't care about anything: "You don't want to help? Your chick seems to be too underestimated, and in Market City, underestimating enemies will make you die faster than premature ejaculation. ”

"We'll see. Forty-Seven laughed heartlessly, "If I had to name the most brutal crocodile in the world, I would call it 'Miss Morrier.'" ”

The opponent is not two. In addition to the cloaked man and the four-armed creature, three well-equipped villains also took to the streets. Five

While wrapping around the female mage with her hands on her chest, she slowly approached her.

The siege soon began and ended quickly.

Maybe everyone understands that mages are not easy to mess with, and it can't be said that they are not careful. The strategy is wrong. But in the blink of an eye, only one of the five is left standing, only to prove once again that it is more important to face yourself than to face your opponent.

Morrill let them close in and attacked first. The four-armed creature was faster than anyone else, and he looked like a big grasshopper charging from a distance of a dozen paces, but he was also the first to fly out - the sound of broken bones rang out one after another, like crashing into a herd of galloping bulls. And then Morriel finally let go of her hands and really did it, she raised her right hand and stretched out her index finger to point accurately at the tip of the dagger stabbed by another person, and he couldn't help but stagger along with his fingers, and then the female mage gently turned sideways to avoid the sneak attack from behind. With a weak grasp of the left hand, the person made a close contact with the No. 1 puppet, and the two heads hit with a loud "boom", and the pair of stupid people who fainted immediately pressed towards the third person who still maintained the planned trajectory of action, and was completely unaware of the change in the situation.

The 'Bloody Hand' didn't even have time to do it. He stood there with a frightened gaze and a stiff expression. I can't do anything more complicated than moving my neck tendons, and I don't know how the female mage managed to do this. Judging from the faint flowing fluorescence on the half-drawn waist knife, he has a magic weapon that should not be underestimated.

"Just stand here until dawn. Morrill walked straight back to his seat, "Maybe longer—you'd better pray that no one else will trouble you during this time." You. Tin Face, what were you talking about?"

"I'm teaching Kylo how to be a lady. Forty-seven didn't think about it, and ran the train with his mouth full.

"You're better than ......," Morrill said. The immobilized 'Bloody Hand' cloak suddenly raised, along with his hands.

"Die for me!" a fist-sized spherical object with flashes of light around it pierced the pillars and was hurled at Morriel's table. At the same time, he turned and ran—Morriel could definitely paralyze him a second time, but he was not confident that he could break free a second time with his own constitution.

He was only one step away from escaping into the dark alley, but it was the darkness in the alley that stopped him. The huge, dark demon dog took shape from it. Snapping off his knee in one bite.

"You think I can't handle this?" Morriel still didn't give the man in the cloak a serious look. Forty-seven had just reached out and grasped the thing that had been thrown at him, and the point of light flickered faster and faster in his hand, and the idlers around him were now busy shouting and dodging, and the young prostitute was eager to burrow under the table—the flash was finally extinguished, and nothing happened.

"You shouldn't be unfamiliar with it, right?" Forty-seven tossed the iron lump between his hands: "Honorably produced by the Argus Empire, with a comprehensive warranty of one hundred and eighty days, and an effective killing radius of fifteen feet...... Suspicious bomb, and after deep processing by myself. ”

The Tin Man stood up: "Where did he get this thing? It seems that the arms embargo on terrorists needs to be done well." ”

"Who is the corpse collector? Where am I going to find this corpse collector?"

It is not difficult to question a person who has been bitten to pieces in one leg and the other leg may be killed at any time, but it is difficult to understand what he is saying.

Forty-seven looked down at the cloaked man's face, distorted by pain and fear, and wondered if the bomb was dripping and spinning in his hand like a living thing: "Can't you make it clear?"

"The corpse collector is the corpse collector! they are not any one person......***......"

The "bloody hand" really became a bloody hand, and he clutched the wound on his leg, hoping to stop the loss of bodily fluids a little: "I said I don't remember who sold me this thing...... There is everyone in the city of imprints, especially in the black market in the lair, there is everything, but there are no familiar faces! Not to mention the group of corpse collectors, they are all virtuous...... Can you tell the difference between two piles of garbage?...... I've said it all!"

"You're looking for a corpse collector?"

Forty-seven looked back and saw that the young prostitute was standing there, her waist straight, although only a huge blood-stained mouth was clearly and terrifyingly shadowed by the side and roared in a low voice, and it was purely because Moriel's control did not pounce on her and tear her apart, but the prostitute still maintained a humble and bitter pride posture, which was the only wealth that others seemed worthless but worthless, and it was an indispensable part of the spiritual power that made people called "human".

The Tin Man unexpectedly put his hand in front of him and bowed to her in a rather formal manner: "I would like to hear it, ma'am." ”

"The Corpse Collectors are the most humble and dark group in the City of Seals...... As a matter of habit, they don't like to interact with outsiders. The prostitute wiped her nose and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm on the ground, "But I might be able to get you in touch...... Of course, not for free. ”

"What are we waiting for? Money is not a problem. Forty-seven took two steps, then turned back and bent down to place the puzzle bomb beside the cloaked man: "Since you said that you bought this thing, I don't want to take people's love." But there's one thing you have to keep in mind: the next time you buy arms from someone else, it's best to remember to ask him for a formal invoice. ”

The spherical bomb "clicked" rolled around a few times and stopped in a pit of a gravel slab. Before the cloaked man could come to his senses, why did the Tin Man give it back to him, a slight sound of machinery making him even paler.

The Doubtful Bomb began to flicker again, getting more and more urgent.

He didn't bother to cover the wound, so he grabbed it and threw it wherever he wanted—the bomb didn't hit. Tiny steel limbs poked out of the bomb and grabbed his palms firmly, piercing into the flesh and locking the bones.

"Damn! bastard!" the cloaked man shook his hand desperately, and in desperation, he actually stood up on one leg, and the blood from the severed limb drew an unsightly curve on the street with his jumping movements: "Help!

Doubtful bomb exploded.

Luke, the elf, was swept all the way to the other end of the tavern by the shockwave, and the main entrance was in shambles.

"Damn! Damn! He said it was only fifteen feet in radius!" Luke screamed in anger amid the sinister laughter of the demon Knogan.

Forty-seven felt the hot wind rushing behind him, full of ambition. “...... There are also instruction manuals. ”。