They all call me master.

Chapter 126 Ding!
As Tu Fu's words sounded, the power of the secret method acted on the arrow that was shot.

Immediately, the force on the arrow dissipated.

The arrow lost its strength and fell down.

Ding!
The tip of the arrow pierced the floor in front of Arthur's feet, but Arthur didn't look at it. His eyes were still locked on the crossbowman and the three people beside him.

With his extraordinary eyesight, Arthur could clearly see the anger on the crossbowman's face, but he did not panic.

It was obvious that the other party knew about the mysterious side and had seen similar power.

The same was true for the three people next to the opponent. The person holding the crossbow did not hesitate after seeing that his companion's attack was ineffective. He raised the crossbow and pulled the trigger.

Whoosh!
However, the result was the same as his companions, the arrow also landed at his feet.

Taking advantage of this gap, the crossbowman had reloaded his arrow and was preparing to shoot again, while Arthur was chanting to the arrow that had penetrated the floor.

"Xiu!"

Whoosh!
The crossbow arrow that penetrated the floor immediately flew back.

"Xiu!"

Whoosh!
The crossbow arrows that had penetrated the floor also flew back.

However, the speed was not very fast. The four people who were initially shocked immediately breathed a sigh of relief after discovering that the two arrows seemed to be shot from a soft bow.

They dodged these two arrows with great ease.

Without exception, both arrows missed.

"Hahaha!"

"that is it?"

The four attackers laughed, but Arthur didn't pay attention at all. He picked up a quiver without haste, poured out all the arrows in the quiver, and laid them on the floor. His eyes were locked on the quiver again. area, and his mouth kept ringing——

"xiu!" "xiu!" "xiu!"

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
It's just that the Level 1 [Arrow Guidance Technique] cannot fire multiple arrows in a volley, but it does not require bending the bow to set an arrow, or unstringing the arrow, and the arrows fly out one after another. , like a continuous drizzle, covering the target.

The four attackers were shocked.

The arrows are not fast or powerful, but when the number reaches a certain level, it is a quantitative change that leads to a qualitative change.

Puff puff!

It was just a slight scratch at first, but then the scratch affected his speed and he started to hit arrows. As long as he hit one arrow, he would hit several arrows in a row.

When Arthur fired all the arrows in the two quivers, the area where the four attackers were was already densely covered with arrows.

This is the difference between ordinary people and occult holders.

Perhaps each of the four attackers was experienced in many battles, but they were still powerless when faced with secret techniques that went against common sense.

However, the four attackers had accomplished their mission brilliantly.

Successfully consumed Arthur's physical strength!
In the dark, Urto listened to Arthur's gasping voice, and couldn't help but reveal a ferocious smile - just like before, the gatekeeper of the 'Mouse Parliament' still had a hunched body, but his cloudy and white eyes were gone. There are two dark eye sockets.

Obviously, the other party still paid a heavy price for being able to stand here.

Because of this, his hatred for Arthur is even more direct.

The opponent raised his hand and waved, and more attackers walked out of the shadows!

The twelve attackers, working in groups of three, surrounded No. 14 White Bird Street from four directions. Two of them charged quickly, while one of them fired the crossbow bolts and arrows in his hand one after another.

"Pay attention to concealment, don't rush to shoot, keep close and shoot!"

Maltz's voice echoed in the villa.

He knew very well that with his men, there was no problem in pulling the trigger, but was it accurate?Then only God really knows.

The sergeant stood by the window holding a long blazing gun. He adjusted his breathing and prepared to kill the attacker with one shot. This shot must hit.

Because this is our first shot.

As long as one shot hits, it will boost morale.

Otherwise, his men would have to fight randomly.

Maltz, who knew this truth, pursed his lips.

next moment--

Dodge, pull the trigger, and return.

The whole action is done in one go.

No need to aim at all!
During the Seven Years' War, he had targeted it no less than a hundred thousand times.

Now, intuition is enough!

Although it is still not as good as those talented sharpshooters, it is more than enough to deal with these guys in front of them.

boom!
Before the smoke cleared, an attacking attacker's chest turned bright red and he fell to the ground.

"It's hit! It's hit!" The patrol officers in the villa shouted repeatedly, and then the excited patrol officers pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang!
Amidst the sound of gunfire, they all missed their targets.

The erratic lead bullets drifted to nowhere.

But this did not affect the shooting enthusiasm of these patrolmen. They loaded gunpowder and lead bullets and prepared to continue shooting.

During this gap, the advancing attackers became more and more crazy. They roared and charged forward.

They want to rush into the villa in one go!
The attackers behind raised their hand crossbows and crossbows again.

They want to harvest the patrolman who is about to show up.

The previous wave of shooting had allowed them to confirm the target's location.

The next wave is when they exert their strength.

And at this time-

boom!
The gun went off.

The fire lit up on the roof of Villa No. 14.

An attacker armed with a crossbow rolled over and fell to the ground.

"Andy! It's Andy!"

The patrolmen in the villa shouted again, but Andy on the roof calmly wiped the monocle left for him by his father.

Then, the young patrolman who put the monocle on his right eye again picked up a long blazing gun.

"The wind speed is normal...the distance is 51 meters..."

While Andy was mumbling to himself, his index finger was firmly on the trigger, and then he pulled it.

boom!
puff!
After the gunshot, the attacker's eyeballs exploded in the distance, and the lead bullets went straight into his brain.

Throwing the unloaded musket to the person next to him, Andy picked up the third musket and pulled the trigger again.

boom!
puff!
It was exactly the same as the previous shot, the attacker was still shot in the eyeball, and the lead shot went straight into the brain.

"Sharpshooter!"

"There are sharpshooters!"

"Hidden! Hidden!"

The attacker panicked, but Andy was unmoved at all. He calmly took the long fire blunderbuss that the patrolman beside him had reloaded, and continued to shoot.

boom!
puff!
The last attacker, armed with a crossbow, fell.

Without long-range support, the charging attackers were slightly stunned. This gave the patrolmen a chance. Although the bullets of the long-fire muskets had not yet been loaded, they also had crossbows.

Whoosh, whoosh!
Crossbow arrows were fired one after another.

This time, the patrols finally hit their target.

Firstly, crossbow arrows are more stable than lead bullets, and secondly, these attackers are close enough.

Listening to the screams of his subordinates, Urto snorted angrily. The former gatekeeper of the 'Rat Council' raised his palm, and the index finger wearing a silver ring trembled repeatedly.

A thick mist spread from the ring.

In the blink of an eye, No. 14 White Bird Street was enveloped. Maltz and the others lost their vision for an instant, and the remaining attackers roared, the sound full of bloodthirsty and violence.

but--

boom!
puff!
The sound of gunshots coming from the top of the building brought the roar to an abrupt end.

The attackers flinched. They didn't expect the sharpshooter on the roof to be able to ignore the fog.

But these brave attackers did not back down and began to move toward the villa with their mouths shut.

But Wu Ertuo no longer cares about that much.

[The Ring of Mist] has a limited time, he must kill that bastard before the effect wears off!

Thinking in his heart, Urto seemed to be melting into the thick fog, quietly floating in from the damaged wall of the guest room on the second floor.

With the help of the thick fog, Urto regained his vision again.

With just one glance, he saw the enemy who made him lose his eyesight.

The other person stood against the wall, closed his eyes tightly, and listened.

This scene made Urto laugh silently.

it's useless!it's useless!
In the mist of [Mist Ring], not only your vision, but also your hearing will be greatly weakened!
You are dead!

Urto rushed towards Arthur with unparalleled hatred.

The next moment, the dagger in his hand penetrated Arthur's chest.

Ding!
(End of this chapter)