Two hours later, the south of the city and the south united, and the one-eyed Santland.

"Mike, what are those city guards coming here?" As soon as it was launched, Santland, who had only one eye, walked to his friend's side and looked at the city guards not far away questioning the passing pedestrians. He looked at his friend squatting beside him: "Who cheated the prairie elf daughter of the city lord, or robbed the bank in the market area?"

Mike, who was squatting on the roadside, was a half-linger, and the young man with wheat cakes and milk in one hand was also launched shortly after: "It was the guys from the Assassin's troops who got into trouble. They were not sure why they were mistooked by the City Guards. Just now, one of the dwarfs was just caught, and the team of our people who were covering him were also dragged away by the City Guards. Now the City Guards know that we, the Southern United players, are completely unreliable, and they specially notified the Anonymous Hall, so they now have auxiliary rituals and Paladins to help with the identification."

Mike's answer made Suntland sigh: "So, the guys from the Assassin Army killed the city lord's mistress? Or did he accidentally kill a little alien who was famous on the side of the Anonymous." In his memory, only such an offense can attract such pursuit and concern. Two days ago, this group of guys were fucked by elite assassins in the north.

"No, according to the news our people heard from the city guards, the four guys were found when they went to the Dream Hotel to steal underwear." Friend Mike sighed the same way.

"Pa" Santran slapped himself in the face: "Is this a shame to throw out the alliance?"

"That's right, all the little aliens from the North Sacred Alliance volunteered to help the city guards capture the underwear thief. The dwarf named Jared was dragged out by the city guards from their hiding place. The live broadcast website was the same as the festival, and hundreds of small alien players had 360 degrees of live broadcast without dead corners. The comment area was even more explosive, and even our people left messages..." Speaking of this, Mike sighed helplessly.

"What did they say, you said." Suntlan also squatted down.

"They said... Jared, a little alien soft girl, is also today, and it's really welcome to see it."

After a few seconds of silence, the two big men laughed without any grace.

While still laughing, Santland saw two war dogs in the City Guards checkpoint suddenly shouting at the stopped carriage, and then he saw a dwarf suddenly jumping out from under the carriage. As a paladin of the grassland elves, the Aunt and the City Guards immediately raised their weapons in their hands: "Don't move! Dwarf! Otherwise we will shoot!"

"The common term for these little things is right." Santland smiled.

"Yes, it's really very standard." Mike still squatted somewhere.

As professionals, both of them understand that unless a legendary wizard is willing to take action, this dwarf will not be able to run faster than a bullet if he dies like this dwarf who is only level 30. The question now is which wizard is willing to offend the two prestigious factions of the Anonymous Hall and the Grassland Elf Mage Group to save a pitiful and pathetic dwarf.

Obviously, no, so after the dwarf ran for a long time, a bullet drilled into his waist behind him and then drilled out with flesh and blood in front. The dwarf fell to the ground.

"Oh, poor dwarf." Mike covered his face, but looked at the dwarf between his fingers.

"Okay, like you said, the live channel exploded again. Do you know what I saw our president just now?" Santlan blurted his face again.

"What to brush?"

"He said 'Get up like a man and run a few steps, and get shots a few more, just like Elias!"

"Puff, why do I feel like this joke from an ancient field platoon?"

"We've only seen the reset version last year. I bet the president has also gone to see it."

While the two were complaining like this, the dwarf got up to expectations. He struggled to run, and then several bullets penetrated his body. This time, the dwarf who lost too much blood could no longer support his running kneeled on the street.

Then he raised his hands and made a perfect move, and then a row of guns penetrated the already broken body of the dwarf from behind again, so the dead dwarf could only let his body fall into a pool of blood.

Needless to say, the message area of ​​the live broadcast channel has become a sea of ​​screen sweeping. Countless viewers on Earth have said that it is worth it to be able to act like a dwarf. After a while, the animated image of the dwarf being beaten into a hornet's nest appeared on the latest message page.

A guard of the Human City came over and dragged the gnome's body and left. When he found nothing to do, Suntland stood up: "Mac. We're leaving."

"It's not the turn of the city guards to do business. Moreover, the guys who assassinated the troops do have criminal records. I'm afraid that someone will die if they are caught... Is there anything wrong, Suntland?" Mike asked after walking behind him.

The two walked to the corner of the street and crawled into the alley, and Santland began to assign tasks: "Our guild received a task from the United side. Because the Assassin's "forced G-boss" commander Otto and the "codename 47" Maril are now wanted, so the United side decided to let our guild lead the assassination troops perform assassination missions, and find opportunities in the wilderness in the next two days, so the president and vice president meant that you and I were the new commanders first."

"But we have never done this kind of work!" Mike seemed a little angry, and his last word was in high notes. Santland sighed helplessly. Listening to the sound of heavy objects flipping from behind, he thought his teammates angrily kicked the miscellaneous objects in the alley, and he scratched his head: "There is no way, Otto and Marill are unable to protect themselves now. We two of us help the guild and the thieves team to lead the guild, and the United side thinks we are the most suitable candidates... Mike, Mike? Mike!"

The first sound did not respond, the second sounded strange, and the third sounded Santran turned around, and then he realized that his friend had fallen to the ground, and an arrow appeared on his head at some point.

Assassination! Long-range! Silent arrows! Must call the police!

Before Suntland's shouting burst out from his throat, an arrow flying from afar penetrated his chest in leather armor, and a serrated arrow penetrated his lungs. Blood immediately poured into his lungs. Santland, who could only count down for his life, opened his battle record before he died completely.
Chapter completed!