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"I don't think they can get here at all, they can't get in front of us." Beside Luthor, the high priest wearing a red priestly robe laughed and said, "If they really dare to come, the result will only be the same as last time."

"Yes, there is an air-forbidden magic circle here, and they probably won't even be able to enter the city!" The red-robed high priest laughed, "Even if they can climb in by climbing the city wall, hahaha, even if they can use such a stupid method , they can't get down, otherwise these idiots will just break their own legs and wait to be caught!"

On the city wall in the northwest corner, one after another was lying cold patrol corpses. In the sky, there seemed to be an eagle's cry, and several figures in white robes jumped down from the city wall with open arms!

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"Yes, the magic circle here allows the entire city, even ordinary soldiers, to easily kill them!" The red-robed high priest smiled confidently, "And our well-equipped knights are not even them. It can be dealt with! As long as they dare to step into this city, they will die!"

At this time, among the bustling crowd, only a few people wearing white hoods and clothes that were completely different from those around them were seen walking through the crowd.

They seemed to be strolling in the garden, following the crowd, walking forward.

Oncoming were two temple knights in silver armor.

They chatted among themselves without even thinking about the mission: "I don't think they'd dare come!"

"Hahaha! Yes, those despicable rats might not even be able to enter the city!"

"Lord Luthor is waiting for these idiots to die! After all, they are their 'brothers'!"

"Hahahaha...er...?" The laughter suddenly stopped, at this moment, they suddenly raised their heads, and at some point, they saw a figure in a white robe and a hood standing in front of them , and clapped two palms on their necks.

The surrounding crowd suddenly screamed and fled, only to see two bloody holes appeared on the necks of the two temple knights at some point!

"What happened just now?!" Everyone looked around in horror, and found nothing except the fleeing crowd. Among the crowd, a figure in a white robe walked away with the flow of people.

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And at this time, on the execution ground, another burly and fat man wearing thick armor said eloquently, "In order to avoid accidents, this time, our Greyhawk City's layout is stricter than last time. Don't worry, Luther."

This person is naturally Earl Seven, the manager of the city: "Three steps and one sentry, five steps and one post, even on the roof, there are our soldiers with magic muskets guarding them. They have nothing to hide, no matter where they come from." Where are you coming from?"

After the forbidden array is activated, there are still a small number of magic items that can be used in the city, and the magic musket is one of them.

And at this time, on the roofs of those white walls and red tiles, a soldier holding a magic gun found the assassin in the white hood shuttling through the crowd.

Just as he was about to shoot, his chest suddenly felt cold.

On his chest, at some point, a silver throwing knife appeared.

The soldier holding the magic musket fell to the ground without a sound.

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"If they are discovered, they won't even have a place to hide." The red-robed high priest continued, "Because we have set magic traps wherever we can hide."

At the same time, in the hidden place on the red brick roof, Irina, who was wearing black assassin clothes, looked like a black eagle, lowered her body, and flew past the eaves.

Occasionally stop, as if observing the surrounding situation, if someone looks at it from her perspective, they will find that everything around her becomes blurred when she stops, and the only things that are clear are those that are bright in her eyes. A magical trap like a light bulb.

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Earl Seven seems to intend to show the force in the city: "Even if there is a fish that slipped through the net and breaks through to the gallows..."

He glanced at the edge of the square: "There are still a large number of my personal soldiers guarding inside and out."

This is an open circular square surrounded by various residential buildings. There are four entrances in total, and each entrance is guarded by a large number of soldiers wearing heavy armor.

At this time, outside the entrance of the square, an assassin in white was slowly walking towards the entrance along with the crowd of onlookers.

There are no scholars in this world. Such a scholar's robe obviously made the dozen or so heavy armored soldiers guarding the entrance suspicious.

These heavy armored soldiers tightened the infantry halberds in their hands, and there was only a slight gap in the eyes of the armor, revealing a cold light.

As the white-robed assassin entered the execution ground, he was also surrounded by these heavy armored soldiers.

At this time, assassins who were captured in the Kingdom of Stan and other countries were all watching this scene.

The two gray-haired elders of the underground council also stared at this scene closely.

They turned their eyes away, as if they didn't dare to watch anymore, they seemed to be able to see the ending, the assassin must have been splashed with blood on the spot!

"Damn! You don't deserve to die!" The elder of the underground council yelled, struggling hard, and then fell to the ground with a stick.

"Be quiet, old man!"

"Although I don't know what good luck brought you here." In the spell projection, Earl Seven saw this scene and said loudly, "But your good luck ends here."

He waved his hand down fiercely: "Take it!"

In the sky, there seemed to be an eagle feather falling down.

It fell into the palm of the assassin in white.

Before these heavily armored soldiers could make any moves, they saw their footsteps staggering one after another, and at some point, there was a glaring bloody hole in their chests!

The heavily armored soldiers who had been besieging the city fell down one after another. There was also a soldier who seemed to be struggling to move forward, but was gently pushed by the assassin, and then fell down without a sound.

"What's going on?!" Count Seven stood up from his seat in horror.

Looking up, Irina was standing on the roof behind her, showing her body. In the smoke of the magic musket, she was wearing a black assassin robe. Yang raised: "Thank you for your guns."

At the same time, in the smoke, several figures wearing assassin robes emerged from it like ghosts.

The robe has learned elegance, like a black eagle, and the pointed hood at the front is like an eagle's beak.

The hem of the robe swayed with the wind, and the proud figures stared at everyone with a completely different aloofness.

"This is... an assassin?!" Not only the nobles on the hanging ground, but even the imprisoned assassins who watched the magic projection stared blankly at this scene.