Mu Bai said: "Miss Luoyue, I think this is it. You stay here to take care of Rande and the others. They are injured and cannot move easily. I, Ying, Wuhui and I went to see what happened."
Luoyue nodded slightly and said, "Okay then, be careful."
"Um."
Mu Bai nodded, and the three of them, Ying and Jian Wuhui, ran straight out of the mansion.
The three of them had just arrived at the hall of the mansion and happened to meet Brooke who was rushing out.
When Brooke saw the three Mubai people in front of him, he asked in surprise: "Your Excellency, what are you doing out here?"
Mu Bai said: "We want to take a look at the situation, maybe we can help."
Brooke laughed and said: "He's just an assassin, he can't escape. If you want to go, come together."
After hearing this, Mubai and the other three left the mansion with Baruch.
Arrive outside the mansion.
A thousand heavily armored swordsmen under Brooke had already assembled under the leadership of the deputy commander.
"Let's go!" Brooke waved his hand and led his subordinates quickly towards the Marshal's Mansion in the center of the fortress.
Mubai and three others followed the team.
Mu Bai quietly looked at the group of heavily armored swordsmen in front of him. Each of them carried a two-meter epee behind his back. This kind of epee weighed at least a hundred kilograms and had a very powerful attack. These heavy armors
The swordsmen are all students who graduated from the other four major academies of the empire, and there are many strong men among them. They are an elite force in the northern fortress, and their combat effectiveness is more than a hundred times stronger than those ordinary soldiers. They are very calm, and their progress is methodical, and there is no trace of them.
panic.
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Inside the Marshal's Mansion.
At this time, it had turned into a sea of blood in purgatory, with blood raining from mid-air, and screams could be heard endlessly.
The white-haired swordsman stood in the courtyard, with corpses piled up in front of him, none of them intact.
The heavy sword in its hand is like a meat grinder. Every time the sword is thrust out, the golden fighting spirit brought up can kill at least a hundred soldiers. Of the more than 3,000 soldiers who poured into it, less than five
Within minutes he was killed cleanly by the white-haired swordsman.
Outside the Marshal's Mansion, 20,000 soldiers had surrounded the place like an iron barrel. When all the regiment leaders saw the scene inside the Marshal's Mansion, they all turned pale with fright and took cold breaths from their mouths.