What the noble youth and the city guards didn't expect was that Mufasa, who looked a little skinny, seemed to have a better complexion than the refugee, and was very agile and capable in his movements.
Even in this rather narrow ruins, they can use the load-bearing columns in the room and the wall that has collapsed most of the door frame as cover, and dodge the attack easily and freely. A few city guards can't catch it at all. Instead of holding him, she was played around by him.
Seeing those city guards clumsily approaching each other like clowns in a stage play, and being teased and making ugly appearances, the complexion of the noble youth gradually became gloomy.
"Enough, I don't have that much time to play hide-and-seek with you here!"
With a loud roar, he grabbed the skinny little girl Nana, pulled out the noble sword from his waist, and pressed it against the other's neck: "Be honest and catch her, or I will kill her! "
"Being so despicable, can you be considered a nobleman like this!" Mufasa frowned while leaping up to the door frame to prevent himself from being attacked, and asked harshly in a condescending posture.
"That's why I hate talking to you untouchables." The aristocratic young man may feel that he has a chance to win, and he said complacently: "The so-called aristocrats are those of us who are of noble blood, hold power, and are born to stand Human beings! Wealth, life, and everything you untouchables belong to us! As long as you honestly earn money for us, be as obedient as livestock, and live in silence without causing us trouble! Why do you always Do you want to have your own ideas and make such a meaningless resistance?"
"..."
Mufasa looked surprised.
He was indeed shocked by the other party's point of view.
As a member of the Cromwell refugee camp who went to the town with Magne, Mufasa was once a resident of Tierra's imperial capital 'Lovinia'.
Since the status is only a commoner and has nothing to do with the nobles, it is almost rare to see the nobles. But Tierra itself is relatively rich, and he only believes in the Church of the God of Games, so no other religions impose exorbitant taxes. The people's life is quite comfortable, and the nobles who are officials are naturally respected by people.
Then Tierra perished, Slovenia became a battlefield, the former residents were displaced, and finally Tierra's clerk, the former aristocratic Vanke old man took everyone to flee to Cromwell.
Although Mufasa, who was a refugee at the time, could not see the nobles of Cromwell, at least they provided relief food to the refugee camp almost every day, and did not let the refugees starve to death.
Later, because of his trust in the old man Vanke, he went to the town with him and became a player. The nobles he came into contact with were Angra, who often got along with players, and Princess Liya, who physically got along with players with his fists.
This previous experience made Mufasa subconsciously believe that the nobles are respectable figures who can stand up for the people, and he also respects the old Vanke and the town lord Angela from the bottom of his heart.
This kind of mentality made Mufasa very law-abiding at one time. Before today, even if he was arrested by Lancaster's city guards and hung at the city gate because of preaching, he never resisted.
However, this noble young man today opened his eyes to a certain extent, seeing the dirty side of nobles that he could not see because of his status.
"I see, I see."
Mufasa lowered his head and said softly.
The abandoned house was not big, and now that the city guards were trying to quietly surround Mufasa, they didn't make too much noise, so his voice was heard by everyone in the house.
"Have you finally decided to surrender? Hmph, I wasted so much time..." The noble young man thought that Mufasa had given up struggling, but found that the other party had drawn out the exaggeratedly long rapier.
"Your thinking has been completely distorted, and I give up making you a good person."
Mufasa pointed his sword at the noble youth.
The noble youth felt that he had been tricked by Mufasa, and immediately became angry. He shouted at the city guards who had completed the siege: "Hurry up and arrest him!"
However, they did not understand what Mufasa meant.
Or they understood, but they didn't take it to heart.
Mufasa jumped forward from the door frame, and the city guards in front immediately said, "My credit is coming!" ' expression, opening his hand to capture Mufasa.
too slow.
The attack in heavy armor may be very calm and powerful, but in the eyes of Mufasha, it is too slow.
The light reflected from the blade flashed at an inconceivable angle, and before the city guards could react, they had already been torn into pieces, watching their bodies scattered all over the floor.
However, the heavy armor that they used to regard as a guarantee for domineering over the civilians did not work at all at this moment. It was easily cut open together with their bodies like kraft paper!
The whole process from when Mufasa jumped down to when the city guards scattered all over the place took only three seconds.
A few city guards didn't know whether they didn't react, or they were aroused fiercely. They drew their short swords and planned to attack Mufasa from behind.
But with just a flash of sword light, those city guards were cut in half with their weapons!
It wasn't until this time that the other city guards realized that from just now on, what they had captured wasn't a poor refugee at all, but a fierce spirit in the true sense.
While the noble young man was shocked, he also noticed Mufasa's long sword with a blade like a pool of autumn water, and there was a trace of greed in his eyes.
Even if he corrupted part of the city guards' purchase of armor, so that their heavy armor was defective, it was made of iron after all. Weapons that could easily cut through those pig iron weapons must be treasures.
But he is not completely brainless after all, knowing that the only thing he can rely on at this time is Lieutenant Licking Dog City by his side.
Don't look at this person's flattering as if he has no dignity, but a person who can become a city lieutenant can't just rely on his beard and flattery. After all, the city lord is not a fool, and he will hand over his wealth and life to a trash.
In fact, this city lieutenant named Bot has pretty good swordsmanship, even if thrown into the Royal Army, he is still a good player.
Not only that, when this guy was young, he spent a lot of money to bribe the priests of the Brilliant Temple, and tattooed a broken seal of the God of War on his body, so he was able to use the fighting spirit far beyond that of ordinary soldiers, and he might be able to become a guard in some remote areas the knight.
"Bot, catch him, cripple his limbs, and I'll give you the sword!" Thinking of this, the noble young man decisively ordered.