There was no need to make a choice. Carroll immediately summoned the refugees. Now was no longer the time to hide himself - as soon as the signal flare went up into the sky, the punisher troops from the major churches would definitely arrive as soon as possible, and if

If circumstances permit, the city guards will also join in. With Carol and the dozen or so guards from the sect, they may not even be able to withstand a barrage of gunfire.

Thinking of this, Carroll resented this damn era even more - since the discovery of muskets, they have profoundly changed the rules of the world.

There are no longer the good days when extraordinary people are at the top. Mortal armies can use firepower to deal with those low-level extraordinary people. The once noble sequence owners also have to admit that sometimes muskets are far more powerful than spells and mutated limbs.

A sword is more useful.

The refugees were gathered, and Carol gave two groups superpowers, one was group frenzy and the other was group command.

As a wise man, Carroll is more like a warlock. These are a kind of illusion super power, and they are the only two group spells he has. A few years ago, he used these two spells.

Controlling thousands of people, he attacked the defense lines of the Kingdom's troops, and finally won the battle.

But now, he can only cut off his wrists and 'use' all the refugees under control to prevent their whereabouts from being discovered.

Driving the refugees to the east, Carroll led his men into the entrance to the underground waterway in the camp.

I really have to thank the ancients.

Taking one last look to the east, and listening to the screams and shouts coming from there, Carol finally pulled up the hood of her cloak, and then got into the entrance without looking back.

Behind him, the stone slabs of the entrance were pulled back by the guards and finally closed.

………………

Rushing into the crowd of refugees, Marin swept the ax in his hand, cutting down the row of refugees in front of him to the ground. Some people died on the spot, while others survived and screamed on the ground. This performance was completely different from the situation just now.

people.

"It looks like it's under control!" The veteran following Marin noticed the situation of the refugees, and he immediately judged the situation.

"We don't have anyone who can remove the magic now!" Marin frowned. These refugees were like lunatics and would fight to the death when they saw others. Marin couldn't let the citizens take risks to control them, but he could use control techniques.

——For example, turning fossils into mud and turning mud into stone.

It's very simple. Marin retreated to the back of the team. First, an expanded fossil turned into mud and turned most of the street into a quagmire. The citizens and refugees who were originally fighting together immediately changed from street fights to wallowing in knee-deep quagmire.

Eliminate the melee area, and then an expanded mud-to-stone seals the refugees behind them in place. If they cannot move, they will be knocked unconscious and wait for the spell to expire.

After controlling these guys, Marin gave orders to the citizens who followed him, asking them to rush into the quagmire to fight against the many.

As a result, after the number of people was suppressed, some of the refugees were knocked unconscious and tied up. Others... Marin had no choice at all. After all, the people of Carter Castle were simple.

After the situation at the scene was under control, Marin began to ask where these guys came from. A boy who was on the rooftop at the time said that Marin knew something was wrong when he saw these people rushing out of the camp in the west - from the scene

Judging from the situation, there are only refugees. These refugees with yellow faces and thin muscles are very easy to distinguish from ordinary citizens.

Apart from this, there are no other groups or individuals. In other words, the person in charge of the camp has obviously escaped.

These guys are really cunning. In Marin's opinion, it was probably the Evil God Sect in the camp that after knowing that they were exposed, they pushed these refugees who were prepared to be sacrifices onto the battlefield, and the sacrifices turned into cannon fodder.

Their calculations were really loud, and after all, those who died were not one of their own.

As soon as the battle here ended, a large number of punishers from the Church of the God of War rushed over from the other side of the city gate. Marin saw that the leader was the main god, and then he counted the heads and found that from the octogenarian to the eighty-nine

There are kids who are all over the age of 1 - my dear, this has caused the whole family to fall in love.

The bishop also seemed a little confused. He looked at the people on the street looking up at the sky in silence for a moment, and finally looked at Marin: "Is there still a fight?"

"The fight is over." Marin said while pointing in that direction: "But according to the intelligence, I don't know if there are any followers of the evil god in that camp. Are you willing to follow me to have a look."

"Okay." The old man said, turning around and waving his hand: "Marilyn, my little cutie, take the cubs home quickly. They'll be fine."

"Why, I want to stay, maybe there will be a fight later." The little girl named Marilyn said dissatisfied.

"Four chief apprentices of the God of War Church have died in the past three years. I don't want you to be the fifth one, and then the sixth one who was promoted from the line of fire also dies on the battlefield." After the old bishop finished speaking, he looked at the little girl: "There is also

, I am the bishop and you are the apprentice, don’t be like the apprentice of the goddess of commerce and think about bargaining every day.”

"Okay." The little girl turned her head and looked at the team of apprentices unhappily: "Let's go, hurry up and return to the original route."

Seeing her driving away the disciples of the God of War Church like sheep, Marin glanced at the old bishop: "Did you just say that you killed four chief apprentices?"

"Yes, since Lisa's death, the church seems to have experienced bad luck. Four chief apprentices died in the early two years, and one of them was killed by you." When he said this, the old bishop looked sad:

"Why don't you send me a letter, so that you can comfort my hurt heart."

Marin rolled his eyes, how could you, such an old man, even think of asking me to convert you at this time? There is something wrong with your God of War Church, could it be... No, no, this is a bit too much.

But no matter what, he will not convert. Although the Church of the Goddess of Harvest sounds weak, the name of the church sounds deceptive. When you hear Marin from the Church of Justice or the Church of God of War, you will think of it.

You might be a tough guy who takes life and death lightly, but when you mention Marin from the Harvest Goddess Church, most people will think that this kid must be a good, knowledgeable kid, innocent.

"Now the entire Sidney Union will not think you are innocent." The old bishop said quietly.

Ma Lin was stunned: "Wait a minute, did I just say the last thing I thought about?"

"It's written on your face." The old bishop snorted.

The veteran beside Marin burst into laughter.

"To be honest, I will not change my faith." Marin could only smile at this, and at the same time looked at the old man in front of him: "By the way, how long has it been, why are you still thinking about this?

.”

"The task my Lord has given me, I must complete it." In this regard, the old bishop's answer made Marin awe-inspiring: "Before I die, or before my Lord takes back this order, I will

I won’t give up.”

"Oh, I know." After Marin said, he led the people towards the camp.

"Wait a minute, aren't you little guy moved?" the old bishop asked from behind Marin.

"Ah, I am indeed very touched, but aren't I rejecting you with practical actions?" Marin did not look back, but just waved his hand.
Chapter completed!