"careful!"

People screamed in horror, and those standing a little closer to the edge of the cliff were grabbed by the ankles of these monsters without paying attention, pulled under the cliff, and fell into the abyss screaming.

The members of the small guild and the ordinary adventure group were attacked almost immediately. The remaining people also retreated in horror, but were pushed forward by the people behind them. Some people were even squeezed off the cliff by their own people.

The time scene was in chaos.

Not far away from the dwarf, a night ghoul climbed up quickly, but the latter only roared, swung the ax with his backhand and smashed it down again.

He turned around, no longer caring about the Rain Hearer, and loudly ordered the Blood Oath people around him to stabilize their position, while asking the elite members of the Jefflite Red Team to come to support. At this time,

Fang Yu found an opportunity

Under the siege of the corpses, the members of the Blood Oaths and the Jefrit Red Team were shrinking their defense line inward. For a while, no one could estimate the lonely bridge leading to the twelfth floor.

The ghouls seemed to have no interest in the bridge, and only focused on attacking those near the edge of the cliff.

Therefore, under the common neglect of both parties, the road leading to the lonely bridge at this moment actually opened wide in front of Listening to the Rain and his party.

Fang Yu almost immediately wanted to lead people forward, but at this moment, Alice suddenly grabbed his hand and said to him from the side: "Mr. Ed, you rush over, don't worry about us, I'll let people cover you."

you!"

Fang Yu was slightly startled and looked at her in surprise.

"That you……?"

The girl smiled softly and let go of his hand little by little: "We will find a way on our own. Go, Mr. Ed, to find Miss Sylvide. You have helped us so much, and it is our turn to give it your all."

I helped you once, didn’t I?”

Fang Yu was completely stunned.

He didn't know whether the other party's words were sincere, but he couldn't seem to find any other motives. He seemed to want to see something from Alice's face, but there didn't seem to be anything more in that simple smile.

meaning.

He was a little confused for a moment, and almost asked the other party directly why he had to forge his identity, but when the words came to him, he suddenly calmed down and spoke, and only said quietly:

"Thank you, Miss Alyssa..."

Alice just stood there and nodded to him.

Fang Plover turned around, and for a moment he seemed to feel that he saw a flickering red light in the crowd, like a cold gaze, falling on him.

But he hesitated for a moment, and all the illusions disappeared, so he came back to his senses, shook his head, raised his hands from under the cloak, and shouted: "Silver Vislan, follow me!"

This shout was not only heard by Tenerik behind.

At the same time, it also attracted the attention of the dwarf. The dwarf turned around in surprise, just in time to see two blue lights slowly unfolding in the dark underground, and two silvery structures that looked like women's armor were standing in front of them.

Step out from it.

Fang Yu raised his hand, and with two bright sword lights, the heads of the two corpses flew high into the air.

"Angel of Power!" the dwarf exclaimed: "People of Silver Vislan, you!"

But he could no longer say what he said after that. He had already seen those people suddenly coming out of the crowd, fighting their way through the zombies, and heading straight for the stone bridge. "Damn it, there is indeed someone messing around.

Come in and stop them!" The dwarves jumped in anger, but it was of no avail, because they couldn't spare any manpower at the moment.

As for those who listen to the rain.

The dwarf looked around, but there was no trace of Alice at all.

He couldn't help but wonder, where are the people who listen to the rain?

…

On the platform in the distance, a burst of gunfire rang out at this moment.

A young man shrank his head. The lead bullet hit the ruins, and stone chips flew into the air. Dust fell on his head, and there was a cloud of ashes. But as soon as the gunfire passed, he didn't care about himself, and hurriedly rushed to

On the other side, he helped the noble girl there.

"Are you okay, Miss Sylvide?"

Sylvide pretended to smile relaxedly, shook her head, gritted her teeth and covered the wound on her shoulder and stood up. She glanced at the other person and smiled: "Thank you, Rosfur, for being so loyal at a time like this."

Geng Geng is exactly the same as your father."

The young man's face turned red and he replied: "What are you talking about, Miss Sylvide, my father and grandfather swore an oath to be loyal to Manolin's master, as long as the unicorn of Luls still exists here."

They will never change this oath in this world, and as their descendant, it is natural for me to do so."

After saying that, he frowned and looked at the bloody wound on the other person's shoulder, and his eyes turned red: "But I didn't take good care of you and put you in such a situation."

"That's none of your business," Sylvide shook her head weakly: "I chose this path myself."

There were rustling sounds from the ruins, and several people in black cloaks emerged from under the smoke. They gathered around Sylvide, and everyone seemed to be relieved to see that she was safe and sound.

.

Next to these people, there was a short, trembling rat man. It looked a little scared and said in a sharp voice: "Miss, those people have gathered around, what should we do?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Shortbeard, there won't be any danger for a while." Sylvide calmly glanced at the figure in the smoke in the distance, and comforted her gently. The Ander Ratmen generally don't have much courage.

, that the other party can persist to this point is beyond expectation.

"Miss," a tall man wrapped in a black cloak said gruffly: "There is no way for us to continue like this. The undead seem to be here again, and their people are a little confused. We have to do something else.

Come up with some ideas."

Sylvide nodded slightly when she heard this.

The young man named Roswell suddenly stood up and said loudly: "I'm here to lure those people away. Miss Silvered, we are about the same height. Let me pretend to be you. Those people in the smoke and dust will definitely not be there."

You will notice it.”

"But that would be too dangerous for you, Roswell," the man replied.

"But if not, Miss Sylvide will be even more dangerous." The young man insisted.

"I think it's possible." Another person said: "If we coordinate with each other, Roswell may not be able to escape."

Others couldn't help but look at Sylvester.

Sylvide pondered for a moment, and she looked at the young man with her shallow sea-like eyes, as if she felt the other man's firmness, and finally nodded lightly: "Thank you, Rosfur, and everyone, please

Everyone."

"Miss, take the contents of the box with you and give the suitcase to Northfield. We will divide into two groups."

Hearing this, Sylvide hesitated for a moment and looked at the suitcase in her hand, but finally nodded. She put her hand on the wound of the suitcase and pressed it gently. The rose emblem on it rotated inwards.

Then sink in.

With a soft click, the buckle of the box opened and popped outward.

She handed her gun to the ratman on the side, and then opened the box and used it. There should have been a sleeping and peaceful construct elf outside, but now there was nothing. Sylvester looked at the

Place, eyes can't help but feel a little wandering.

It was her father's relic, but she finally gave it to the big boy captain, the somewhat innocent captain. He should be very angry now, right?

In any case, she had deceived them.

Her somewhat funny captain

Where will he be?

As she thought this, she became a little distracted. At the same time, she stretched out her hand to the third rose on the silk lining of the suitcase, and pressed it gently with her hand. As she moved, a click came from inside the suitcase.

The sound, and at this moment, a clear gunshot suddenly sounded in her ears.

She was stunned for a moment, then turned around, just in time to see the rat man lying in a pool of blood.

The gun that was originally supposed to be in its hand was now in Rosfort's hand. The young man's slender hands were stained with blood, and he was holding the gun tremblingly and pointing it at her, with eyes that were sometimes fanatical and sometimes fearful.

"What are you doing!" Those men in black seemed not to have expected this scene at all. They roared and tried to get closer.

But Rosfort shouted hysterically: "Don't come over, otherwise I will shoot, you know where this place is!"

Sylvester silently looked at the gun pointed at her, the surprise in her eyes fleeting, and then she became completely calm.

"What did they give you, Roswell?" she asked: "For you to choose this path, let me think about it, this must not only be your decision, your father finally decided to change his mind.

?"

"Everything," the young man replied tremblingly, "Miss Sylvide, all the glory of Manolin, and your pearl of Luls, they all gave it to me."

"Including me?" Sylvide smiled slightly: "That's really a good bargaining chip."

She suddenly took a step forward and reached out to hold the gun in the boy's hand.

"Don't come over here!" Rosfur yelled in fright: "I really know how to shoot."

"I know."

The noble lady replied softly.

Then under the young man's stunned eyes, he pulled the trigger, but there was only a click sound of the spring pulling the hammer. There was no expected fire, and no expected bullets flying out.

Nothing.
To be continued...