Ultimate Assassin System

The scene was in chaos, and one after another the roar rang through the city. This wide main road was completely blocked in an instant.

In the eyes, they were all cháo red cheering soldiers with thunderous expressions. Or wielding random fists, or holding the blade in the backhand ... the front and back rushed inward. While in the crowd ngyāng, Borg and his hundreds of soldiers were completely submerged, and no trace was visible.

It was such a short distance to meet each other, and it was the same amount of impact, let alone Borg, even if he pulled Frey's spear over the camp, he would kneel properly.

"Don't hurt people, don't use weapons ... stop, stop ..."

This scene, Mi Xiu and Johia also watched. They knew that Frey had influence in the Thunder Corps, but now they find that they still underestimate too much, too much ... Back to God, Johia urged dissatisfaction from the outside, but was completely unable to resist Go in, can only hurry around. Just then, beep, beep, beep ...

The whistling jǐng whistle came one after another. After all, it was in the city, and the staff of the jǐng Bei Hall patrolling around arrived first. However, they were also dumbfounded to see this spectacular scene. In addition, the Thunder Corps soldiers on the periphery constantly made trips, and even though they tried hard to burst into the air, they had little effect. So the jǐng whistle was more urgent, until the city's garrison, the soldiers of the corps Zichen Army arrived ...

After some busy work, the Thunder Corps soldiers finally dispersed, leaving the streets full of scars and soldiers moaning constantly.

There are no dead people. The soldiers of the Thunder Corps still have a decent hand. After all, the quality of fighting and killing is completely different. But Rao is so. Most of Borg's soldiers are now in a coma. Dozens of people with better luck are also turning hard, and are unconsciously miserable.

Josiah rummaged through it, and finally found Borg. But then Yushou shuddered, exclaimed, and almost threw Borg out.

When Mi Xiu asked for assistance just now, it was Borg. The Thunder Corps soldiers naturally played a lot of black hands. Now Borg had completely fainted, and his relatively high-level armor was also torn into strips, all with footprints and hits. The most serious injury was the face, which was originally partly handsome. Now it has been beaten into swollen pig heads. The scratches lying on it have been bloomed again. The blood is on the face and the shawl is spreading out. It seems very disgusting and horrifying.

Mi Xiu glanced aside, her eyes twitched a few times, and then turned her head to thank the surrounding soldiers.

"Thank you ... many more for your righteousness, thank you ..."

"Haha, this is just trivial, you're welcome."

"Yes, you are Captain Frey's soldier. Everyone has heard of the previous things. You did a good job! Brother, we call you brother, this is what we should do!"

"Hey, yeah. In this city, I really can't let go, and I'm not happy. If it's in the wild, hum ..."

"Uh ... enough is enough, thank you, thank you ..."

...

The siege in the city was not a trivial matter. After the soldiers of the Zichen Army lifted Borg and his men away, many soldiers on the Thunder Corps were also investigated. However, these people were very eloquent and did not confess the main messenger Mi Xiu, greeted him hurriedly, and then was taken away by the other party.

Obviously, this place is not right. After some enthusiasm, Misiu and Josiah were covered by Thunder Corps soldiers.

A few streets away.

Mi Xiu patted the carriage and looked up and laughed: "Haha, I didn't expect Brother Frey's name to be so good. I really doubt now if Brother Frey came out and raised his arms and shouted, the soldiers of the Thunder Corps would betray us Here comes the gray army, haha ​​... "

"Oh, yeah." Josiah, who was also sitting in the carriage, covered her mouth and smiled, but then frowned slightly, shook her head, and sighed, "I can't imagine that Borg would be like this ..."

"This is what I have never suffered, and my typical heart is arrogant and self-righteous!" Mi Xiu said a few words, and he was very disapproved, and then the corners of his mouth were raised up, "but after this time, I think he will have A sober understanding, ha ha ... "

Borg's usual camouflage is still in place, always showing humility and kindness, especially in front of Josiah. So in the impression of Josiah, Borg is still the very good young man who has shared troubles and guided her tactics. It is inevitable that there will be some mistakes and regrets when seeing such an abominable side exploding in Borg. And Mi Xiu is different. After being framed and Bole's affairs, the gray space has long suspected the Borg family, and naturally the attitude will not be better.

"So what punishment will Borg face this time?"

"Well ... Although I really want him to be tortured by the soldiers of the Zichen Corps again. But unfortunately, this is unlikely." After a moment of groaning, Mi Xiu was regretful and said, "It is ordinary fighting, cloth The relationship between the blue army and the gray army was not good, and fighting was common. Borg was criticized at most, and then he was transferred to the rear to heal. Huh, it was cheaper for him! "

"Oh……"

After chatting so much, Mi Xiu will return to Dawn City to rest, while Johsia intends to stay on the front line, waiting for the latest news from Tang En. So after a shiver, the two separated.

"Oh, right." As the carriage was about to go, Mi Xiu remembered something, poked out the window and said casually, "Little Carlo is on your side."

"Uh ..." Josiah blinked after hearing the words, "Isn't Carlo always in Dawn City?"

"Well? She should have come to see you ... bad. When did you come to the front?"

"Soon after you set off ... uh, no ..."

Looking at each other, the two of them suddenly changed, and they were speechless.

...

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So, where is Little Carlo now? Let's move our eyes back again ...

In the morning, a quiet town in the north hinterland.

The town has a long history, but its name is very common. There are thousands of small towns like Bran. There are too many possible subjective and objective reasons for the failure to develop. For example, the terrain is not good, the transportation is not convenient, there are no special creatures, the city owner has no ambition, and so on. In short, this small city lives in an ordinary and unchanging life in accordance with its own fixed rhythm.

Today, however, the town is bustling with excitement.

The voices were enthusiastic, and the plain and mellow civilians were filled with undisguised joy, greeting each other, and rushing to the south of the city, rubbing shoulders. After a while, the root cause of such a lively scene finally appeared-several whitewashed white three-story buildings stood in the sight of everyone.

The small building is surrounded by fence railings, and now it is full of onlookers. To the north is the gate. On the side of the stone wall are engraved "Bran Shuguang Civilian College" and "knowledge changes destiny". Oh, the latter was proposed by a boring person, and was later directly adopted by Losa as the school motto of all civilian colleges.

That's right, these small buildings are colleges open to civilian children, and also one of the achievements of the Gray Clothes after so many years of hard work. At this point, the provision that colleges on the mainland are only open to the wealthy will be swept into the **** dump of history.

At the main entrance, the crowd is gathered here. Several people dressed in black robes are surrounded by the masses, explaining the origin of the college, its mission, and the qualifications and costs of civilian children.

Inside, a thin-skinned, curly-haired middle-aged teacher is undoubtedly the most attractive. This is certainly not because of his artistic temperament, but because he has the most exhilarated expression, waving his fists and shouting exhaustedly ...

"We are a civilian college here. As long as your children are of school age, they can be sent here to receive the influence of knowledge. Of course, if noble children are willing to come, we will not reject him like they reject us ... equality, Equality is paramount here! Everyone here is treated equally ... "

"Why can't the children of civilians only become handymen, waiters, grooms ... why can't they be shopkeepers, wealthy merchants, or even nobles? The reason is simple: we have no knowledge, and we have never had a place to acquire knowledge. So we have been living for generations It can only be civilians! But now everything is different. Look at the big words on this wall, 'Knowledge changes destiny!' This is what the leader of the gray army Luosha said, and it is what we have to do now. Learn knowledge only for ourselves And learn, hold your destiny firmly in your own hands ... "

"The academy is not a store, it is not a tool to make money! Our tuition here is very low, and it is not even comparable to the so-called donations you donate to the church every month. The gods are high, and it has no time to take our destiny into account. Take it out to school for your child, and you will likely change your child's life, even for generations ... "

...

A slightly sharp, hoarse roar echoed around because of his hoarse exhaustion. There seemed to be an invisible force, letting this roar completely suppress the buzzing noises around him.

"This is Mr. Hormond ... didn't he say he was disrespectful to the temple a few years ago and was locked up?" A civilian looked at the middle-aged teacher, wondering.

A civilian beside him immediately replied, "I know this. He was released the other day, but he didn't expect to come here to become a teacher."

"What's weird about this, Hormond is also a declining nobleman, and he already knows a lot ... well, anyway, I'm quite reasonable to hear him say."

"Uh ~ www.readwn.com ~ This is also ... will you send the child?"

"Send it! Mother, I've done all my life as a laborer, so I can't let my children pour water in the future!"

...

Dialogues of this sort were staged around the academy, with much the same content. As a result, most civilians decided to send their children to school. This is also inevitable. The tuition is already low. Rather than letting your children sit idle at home, or earning a little bit of child labor, it is better to send here for a future.

At this time around the crowd, two people, one tall and one short, were wearing long robes.

"Well, you have done a good job in the gray army. Civilian colleges have been built! But ... there is no way to make money. This tuition makes money? And that silly and bold teacher, well, dare to follow the temple of light. It ’s a fate to grab a meal. "

The shorter man heard the words slipping away from the corner of his mouth, and apparently had different opinions. At last, he looked at the grand situation in front of him and simply turned away: "Vulgar!"

"Uh ..." (to be continued ...)