MTL - Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!-Chapter 134 Third class

The sorcerer touched the gun and rolled over and directly pulled the little mare into the small Trianon Palace.

Thin Chuanhuo said: "I remember there is a parking space below, no, there are horses..."

Vera and Ning Fengbei retorted at the same time: "What do you do when you are robbed by other players?!"

Up to now, the Queen’s identity has tied red and white roses together. Witch Vera, Thin Chuan, Ning Fengbei is also a teammate who has poked on the invitation. The two teams are already grasshoppers on a rope.

"The wall lights are all gone." The sorcerer opened his mouth.

Vera did not ask why, so I did it. After the lights are turned off, the ghost waiter disappears.

Thin fires volunteered to touch the rescue cabin, and only mentioned the self-heating device of the eliminated player for a long time: "There is 3.5 hours of heating left."

The witches are cautious and keep a distance from the fire, preventing illegal team formation. The wall lamp was extinguished for most of the time, leaving only the faint candlelight in the hands of several players.

"This is the king's main room." Witch whispered. The little pony followed the steps of him, and his eyes were watery, gentle and gentle. Ning Fengbei smashed the horse's head: "Why should I turn off the lights?"

Under the candlelight, the sorcerer handed the flyers flying in the snow to several people: "The mission is to distribute. Assassinate Queen Mary."

Vera was shocked.

Marie Antoinette’s fate is coming sooner or later, but I didn’t think it came so fast.

"Now the timeline should be after the war against Austria, France defeated, the people imposed hatred on Queen Mary of Austrian descent..." Witch quickly explained: "Of course, these are not important."

The most important thing is this.

The sorcerer displays the watch, and the side of the watch illuminates a similar pattern to the assassination leaflet, and the dial emits a weak fluorescing light toward the side of Vera.

The sorcerer switched to the left side of Vera, and the fluorescence changed direction at the same time - pointing to Vera from beginning to end.

Ning Fengbei reacted in a second, this is simply afraid that the assassin could not find a way, and specially engaged in an automatic lead-in fluorescent light - she would slap the shoulders of the witch and get rid of Vera: "That, Xiao Wu Happy, let's go first!"

The sorcerer points to the same pattern on the flyer and the watch. The vines in the oval badge are wrapped in a few lines: "jacobinclub, Jacobin."

Ning Fengbei a meal.

"The Jacobin is the main pusher to send the king and queen to the guillotine. In modern times, a few of the "Guangdong Guangming" in ancient history pursued a regime of high-pressure terror. Now they can make a call to kill the queen. It is difficult to protect for hours. Will not post a task for the king."

Ning Fengbei blinked.

Almost every history textbook mentions the Jacobin and promotes one of the last influential political groups behind the French Revolution.

Louis XVI’s teammates will only be queens and will never be Jacobin.

"There are at least two camps in this battle." The sorcerer slowly said: "The Kings camp, radical revolutionary camp. I think we belong to the same camp."

In the dim candlelight, the sorcerer reached out to Ning Fengbei: "Allied."

Ning Fengbei slightly side of the head, thin fire in her ear whispered something, the girl nodded, holding the hand of the witch.

The sorcerer sighed with relief and heard the question of Ning Fengbei: "How is the little witch hand so ice?"

The sorcerer quickly smashed his hands and his hands were a thousand years behind all the trainees. It is also common sense not to resist freezing: "Nothing is ok!"

Vera volunteered to help the cardamom, and the witches refused. Immediately after the thin fire spreads to show the charm of the allies, it is necessary to give the witches, but when they are close to the watch, they will immediately warn the illegal team.

The sorcerer could only put his hand on the pony, and then he turned his hand to the outside for a while.

The pony eyes are watery and look at the witches.

The sorcerer hurriedly shouted at the little creature who used to pick up his hand, and his thoughts floated to the horse. The knight sword engraved with the letter J, and the other horse that was taken away by the big cockroach, it is estimated that the water is sweet and sweet...

When the body temperature recovered, the sorcerer quickly stood up and joined the layout of the three allies.

"The small Trianon Palace is densely furnished. Once the lights are turned off, it is easy to defend." When the alliance was formed, Wu Yi explained to several teammates.

The battle-traveling experience of the thin fire is simply acting as a commander: "The stone steps in the south and north directions, the players can only come from two roads. We need a sniper, once the other party lights up directly."

Vera Yong is responsible for the task.

"If the other party does not light up - we have to make sure that the assassin has found his position in the first time after entering the fire line. There are two assault positions in the south and north."

The witches and the thin fires are each taken down.

"The last line of defense."

Follow the faint candlelight in the hands of the sorcerer to see Vera's sniper position, benches, bookcases and potted plants sloping over the ground, letting the other party be a monkey will not squeeze in at one and a half, and build a shelter on the side of the corner.

The thin fire passed the rifle at the waist to Ning Fengbei and fixed the bunker for her.

Cross firepower.

After a few minutes, there were footsteps outside the window.

The sorcerer was quietly dressed on the wall and entered a static ambush state. He was at the north gate, and the cold wind screamed from the passage. The cold marble surface stabbed the soles of the feet and the back was cold. The heat from the heating device is just enough for the normal practice to resist the negative temperature of a dozen degrees, but not enough for the witch.

The sorcerer sighed at his hands, and there was a faint glow on the south side of the stone steps.

Vera fired a second.

The watch flashed a bit, the surviving number has not yet jumped, and the thin fire has jumped over and knocked out the results.

Survival 92 dropped to 91.

The first assassin walked the south gate.

North Gate, the witch's ear is moving.

He heard small, unspeakable rubber soles rubbing on marble countertops. There is nothing in the darkness. He stares in front of him. Through the moonlight, he can barely see the snow falling on the stone steps, even in the distant and sparse shrubs, but he is not seen.

The sole is still rubbing.

It seems that because of the cold, the snow water that has not melted under the primer is connected to the mud to stick the footsteps of the person and the ground together, and sounds like the glue is uncovered.

He, or she is very close to the witch.

The other party may have found themselves in the direction of the sound -

The witch did not hesitate to hide into the bunker sideways, and the fire candle lit up like throwing it across.

The north gate is shining brightly!

There was still no one on the steps, but a black shadow was on the handrails of the mosque. Her feet are stuck to the smooth, curved armrests, but they are almost strangely balanced. She stuck in the sorcerer's surveillance corner, like a cat without bones, or a stranger who practiced Jiu Jitsu. The fire illuminates her face.

This is a 17-year-old girl, pale as paper, with a faint green light in her pupil.

Vera shot stunnedly: "Little witch, run!"

The witches ran and ran.

Can make Vera reluctant to expose the position to remind, the other party is at least one of the dangerous figures of the hyacinth show. The sorcerer quickly turned over the information in the brain, and there was one who was good at ambush and assassination.

In the first round, Vera once mentioned it.

"There is also a way to win. If you force all the players in the same copy to be eliminated, you will be the only winner. The hyacinth show has..."

Hey.

The sorcerer slid a step and fired at the moment of hiding in the wall.

He was short of breath, and he was a strange sidewalk to escape the sorcerer firepower. The sorcerer immediately took the person into the Ningfeng North Firepower Zone, but he realized what it was, and it disappeared in the intricate room.

"Don't go." Ning Fengbei reminded: "Small witch, come over and change me to chase."

The fighting strength of the witch and Ning Fengbei are a bit worse, and the 岚 obviously and the red and white roses are a grade. If he can be a little stronger - he can see a slap in the face, but it is not enough for a real a-level trainee.

Wu Han and Ning Fengbei changed positions and moved closer to Vera.

“Hey, it’s a little hard to do,” Vera whispered comfortably: “in all senses.”

The witches nodded and knew. If you can't beat it, you can't be hard. In the official knockout, he will not go to the hard-headed. After the bunker, the witches quietly observed the movement of the south wing.

The thin fire was rummaging around the rescue capsule in the snow and picking up a heating device again for a long time.

"The four-hour heating model." Witch said with a sigh of relief: "There are only four hours of training students in the heating system."

Vera: "To win, they have to end the game within 4 hours, which makes sense. However, the other two sets of heating, 8 hours and 9 hours difference is not big."

Wu Han: "Big snow is the cause of the French uprising. The food crops are not for the sake of food and clothing. Of course, it is also limited to civilians. From the civilians, there are two classes of priests and nobles who have mastered the inexhaustible assets of the whole country."

Vera immediately remembered the thin fire saying: "People, priests, nobles, three...three-class council?"

The sorcerer nodded: "The 1789 French Revolution was just the turmoil of food, and it was put into this game - forced to choose the manual hand is just heating. 4 hours heating, civilians. 8 hours, priest. 9 hours, king and nobility."

The sorcerer is still thinking: "The specific function of each class is still unclear - the only thing that can be known is that the first batch of players stopped heating for 4 hours. The battle will break out as early as possible under heating pressure, but."

"If you really want to catch everyone, you will start to choose the nobility and get stuck in the 4 hours. When the civilians are eliminated, the king and queen will come in when the fighting power is exhausted."

Vera took a deep breath and couldn't wait to throw the necklace on her hand: "Can I put this necklace on my head?"

"..." The sorcerer stunned and comforted: "The king and queen identity should also have the power to play around, just don't know how to use it..."

Vera nodded and put the necklace in her hand: "When the necklace is in hand, the watch prompts. The king can redistribute supplies in the parliament."

"Distributing supplies?!" Wu Yi suddenly felt that the wind was blowing at this time.

The sorcerer was shaken by the frozen, shrinking back and shrinking again. The heat source seems to come to itself - wait for Vera to return to God, and the sorcerer is sticking to the knockout player's rescue capsule, just like holding a silver ball.

Vera: "..."

The witches quickly explained: "There is heating in the rescue cabin!"

Vera loves to look at the witch holding the ball.

What the witch suddenly remembered: "I was in the stables, I saw the swashes on the purple card armor - wait, and so on, someone came!"

The witch's hole is shrinking.

More than one trainee came.

In the field of vision, the horizon is vast, with at least 14 or 15 practice generations coming together. They maintain an illegal team monitoring distance, but they are undoubtedly alliances.

They came to work together to get the bounty of the Queen Mary.

In the corridor, Ning Fengbei quickly joined several people, and his face did not look good: "Hey, he lost. There are these people..."

More than a dozen trainees, no matter how many people are arranged, they can't retreat.

Ning Fengbei suddenly said: "Wait, they stopped. They..." Ning Fengbei was amazed: "They want to negotiate?"

The witches whispered: "The Queen of the Kings has the highest power in the Palace of Versailles."

The king can redistribute supplies at the third-level council.

Heating supplies.

In the crowd, there is a little girl who is happy to go out.

The witches recognized at a glance that Caesar’s teammates were small. Caesar's last game ended with a nobility nostalgic. The starting position in the ball was inevitably high, and it was impossible to give priority to the selection of nobility and priesthood. From the perspective of small-dyed heating equipment, it is also a four-hour model belonging to civilians.

Everyone has no objection to Xiaoyan’s taking the lead.

The sorcerer muttered: "The most dominant identity is not a nobleman, but a civilian."

Vera: "What?"

Wu Yi explained: "The interests are related. Only the civilians can start to gather the most allies in a short time. The nobility and priests have no survival pressure and tend to camp."

Xiaoran smiled and said: "His Majesty!"

Ning Fengbei snorted.

Xiao Dian said: "...we have a request, the parliament is ahead of schedule, the three-class heating supplies are equally divided!... You promised us to be happy to return to Versailles together!"

"It's fair." Thin fire said: "Let's guarantee our heating, do other aristocratic priests do it?! Except for the little witch who came over and said it? This Versailles is too cold! The royalist party? Frozen the ball. ?"

Ning Fengbei snorted again, no doubt. Xiaoran obviously saw hope, and opened his heart with a small heart: "Then we don't kill the queen! It is..."

The sorcerer looked at the small dye under the railing of the small Trianon Palace.

Hyacinth show - or escaping female players mostly have a well-organized communication temperament. Like Ning Fengbei in the Louis XV Parliament, there is also a small dye at this time. They are about gender advantages, and they are extremely good at making "just right" conditions that the other party can't refuse.

Ning Fengbei nodded reluctantly: "Go to Versailles." The heroic and heroic king took the gun and was full of deterrence.

The sorcerer suddenly whispered: "15 people."

Vera stunned: "What-"

The sorcerer's look is abrupt, and the speed is fast: "There are only 15 people below. Whether it is a 2-person group or a 4-person group, the player alliance must be a double number. Where is one person--"

Xiaoran and he said: "That is... the three-class parliament holds one vote. The civilians voted, and the aristocratic priests must vote against it. 2:1 is not awkward! So we have a request!"

The sorcerer suddenly slammed.

In the mind, I turned over the course history.

1789, the French Revolution. The affirmative action bill was first proposed. In line with Xiaozheng’s statement, the nobility and the priests voted against it at the same time. The civilians could not incite the rule of the aristocracy, and the guns were aligned with the church class. At that time, the Catholic Church was the largest holder of the French territory, and the 130,000 priests had the wealth comparable to the nobility.

In just one year, Parisian civil political groups began to crack down on church prestige and the religious system was almost abolished. Power is transferred from the church to the country and civilians. The priest loses the right to vote, and the third class is second in the parliament -

A priest who used to be a royal alliance fled or was executed.

There are no eternal allies, only the vested interests of the contenders.

If mapped to the knockout -

All heating equipment is divided by nobles and civilians, and the priests will have nothing.

At this time, the red and white roses and the thin fire were all aristocratic.

At the beginning of this round, Witchcraft gave the 9-hour heating equipment to the scene, wearing an orange 8-hour heating unit.

I didn’t write "Witch Little Priest" in my head...

Xiaoran grinned and said: "We want to form an alliance with our majesty."

"I hope that my Majesty will agree that the first batch of players who have been cleared out of the Palace of Versailles should not be us, nor should they be kneeling down, but a priestly class with nothing to do with us."

Vera and Ning Fengbei looked down to Wu.

The sorcerer has not yet said: "I--" behind him, a strong wind.

The faint scent of jasmine fluttered from the tip of the nose, and the hand of the sorcerer grabbed the bayonet was a hard meal, then suddenly changed to an elbow.

"Little witch!"

The sorcerer’s backhanded the knife, and the person behind him was like a ghost. The cold muzzle was against his neck.

It was the 16th person who disappeared under the railing.

Hey.

The girl’s crisp, cold voice came: “Don't move.”

Vera instantly pointed her gun at the cockroach.

"The little witch hesitated." Thin flickering, whispering.

- Half a kilometer outside the snow.

At the same time, the snow treked out of the "small witch hesitated", and then slammed the skirt and sighed: "This time to talk about gentlemanliness! Rushing duck! Going up is a duck!" Then he said to himself: "Oh, but Xiaowuyi Seeing from small to big, educating a good duck, hesitating without contact with the girl..."

One time, Wei Wei no expression.

Guardian’s eyes patrol the hands of the sorcerer.

The man suddenly clamped the horse back.

The Chu Chu style is messy: "Wei Shen, slow down slowly... I am going to fall down... ah, this horse is so crazy, the eyes are still so strange... Mom, it’s really going to fall, ah..."

Little Trianon Palace terrace.

The witch's breath finally calmed down and spread his hand: "I agree. If you can guarantee the safety of the Queen, I can withdraw from the parliament."

He smiled softly: "You can also opt out of the game."

Witchcraft is an indefinite number of matches in any camp.

The sorcerer’s expression was helpless, his hands gently lifted the bayonet and stepped/gun, his eyes calmly sweeping Vera, indicating no harm: “You misunderstood—”

The boy suddenly turned over and slammed his knife.

If the defense is too late, the trigger will be pulled, but Vera is the first to take the lead.

The sudden stop of action, had to let go of the coercion against the witch.

The witch has a sharp heartbeat.

Those who want to win too much must be reluctant to change their lives.

He bet on it.

Under the small Trianon Palace, the sorcerer quickly hid into the corridor, and then the bayonet smashed the rope.

Ning Fengbei categorically said: "I thought that you came to talk about the transaction. It turned out to be a strong rush..."

Under the cover of allies, the horse screamed and shouted from the backyard.

The witch was short, and two or three streams of bullets were wiped along the side. He caught the reins and didn't think that the watery horse was running fast and rushing to Xuelin.

There is another horse there.

There are also people on horseback.

I’m not angry with the gas: “Wei’s don’t torture me... can I sit with the little witch? Is it? This horse wants to turn me up...”

Wei Shi perfunctory.

The eyes are bright and bright: "Do you agree? Ah? Would you like to find a place to change the horse? No, change me to the little witch-"

Wei Shi suddenly pulled the horse: "Go down."

"...oh." Chu Chu was cleverly carrying the skirt off.

A red shadow flew around, and the eyes of the sorcerer’s eyes swayed to the Wei.

Chu Chu quickly waved his hand, Xiao Wu's small round face and the little horse's round and sleek eyes are in harmony, lovely tight -

Wei suddenly reached out.

The sorcerer subconsciously reached out and the two horses staggered and listened to the opening: "Jump."

The palm is calm and powerful.

The sorcerer was suspended, and when he was defended, he pulled the horse back, and the hot and powerful arm held the man steady.

Then Wei Wei casually gestured to chase the little pony: "Go yourself."

neat:"……"

When the sorcerer stayed, he quickly struggled to jump.

Wei Shi: "Do it."

The witches quickly explained: "Wei brother! I have to kill it back-"

Wei Shi: "Well, let's kill it."

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