The terrain of Layton Kingdom is a bit bad. From the border to the capital, there are many mountains and cliffs along the way.

For assassins, this can be called heaven, because if you look for it, you can find a good place to attack.

For the guards, this is really hell. Looking around, there are places suitable for ambush assassins. I just wish I could incarnate into ten million. Every place should be carefully searched before I can rest assured.

King Richard has a large number of guards, but no matter how many guards there are, facing the complex terrain where assassins can be ambushed everywhere, there is also a feeling that there are too many monks and few porridges, and one loses the other.

The captain of the guard looked at the map and tried to assign his fingers to various places. Following his command, the poor guards had to climb cliffs and cliffs in this icy weather, occupying places where assassins might be ambushed, and stand firm in the biting cold wind until the king's chariot passed by. Come down again.

Many guards were fine when they went up, but were frozen when they came down. More than one of them fell asleep and never woke up again.

There was nothing the captain of the guard could do about it.

He can't always not arrange for His Majesty's **** work because of the huge loss of manpower. On the contrary, no matter how big the loss is, he must unswervingly do his Majesty's **** work well, and do it in place, without the slightest mistake!

It's just...thinking is one thing, doing is another.

Just like His Majesty's staff clearly wanted to fill the vacancy left by Leopold's death, but in fact they couldn't fill it at all.

There are many things in this world that really cannot be done.

But many times, what you can't do, others may not be able to do.

For example, from the top of a mountain that is not close to the road, attack the king's car passing by in the distance.

In the invisible magic circle constructed with runes, a catapult with a strange shape is placed on a platform made of solid ice. One side of the catapult is a long pole, and the end of the pole is like a big bowl; the other end is very short, hanging. A very heavy iron block.

This thing is called a counterweight catapult, and it's one of the longest-range weapons in the "New World" game. Although it is actually known for its power rather than its range in reality, in this world, its range is somehow much higher than in reality, and it can even launch attacks from beyond the line of sight.

Players are no strangers to this stuff. In the castle attack and defense phase of the trade union war, the attackers mostly need to set up several such catapults. Only by smashing the defensive buildings such as the arrow towers of the defending castle by the catapult can it be possible to break through a solid castle.

Therefore, as long as there is one guild player, one counts as one, even those who are always on the front line like pandas will learn engineering, in order to be able to repair arrow towers, catapults, or right in the guild battle. The opponent's catapult does more damage.

The catapult can't be built and put into the inventory, it can only be built temporarily, and it is Volibear who is responsible for building it.

Although this old man, who is nearly 60 years old in reality, is now a farmer, he actually studied engineering when he was young and has done geological surveying and mapping work for many years. It was only after he was injured and retired early due to illness that he returned to his hometown to work as a farmer to pass the time. After crossing, he worked in the agricultural team on the one hand, and tossed various machines with the mechanical team on the other hand, and his engineering skills were quite high.

The catapult built by him is blue, and it is obviously a relatively high-end product among similar products. This means that it will have a longer range than a normal catapult and be more accurate.

They came here three days in advance, and had already tested several rounds. It is certain that when Richard's car passed by, the panda sat in the launch bowl of the catapult and could hula and throw him over the mountain in front of him. , all the way to the road at the foot of the mountain.

As long as the time is calculated, when he landed, it happened to be the moment when King Richard's car passed by.

This requires good cooperation. Seton, who is in charge of observation, Harley, who is in charge of feinting, Volibear, who is in charge of launching, and Panda, who is in charge of the final assassination-they must cooperate perfectly to complete such an assassination.

"To be honest, I still think this method is a bit unreliable." Volibear looked at the panda sitting in the launch bowl and said worriedly, "You have to fly in the air for a while, during this time, the king's guards are very It's easy to find you."

"That's why I need Harley to distract them from me," Panda said. "No matter how many guards there are around the king, they have to be careful to deal with Harley, who is as menacing as a tiger descending the mountain. Just let them be distracted for a few seconds. Zhong, I can complete the assassination."

"But have you ever considered that the guards were not very nervous at first, and the appearance of Harley would make them highly nervous, which would increase the difficulty of your assassination."

"Maybe, but I tend to think that they are already nervous enough - after all, from the observation of Seton these days, they are almost in a state of turmoil." Panda smiled, but the smile was a bit gloomy. "Probably someone who has done a lot of bad things will naturally understand how much hatred they have, and naturally they will strengthen their defenses."

"You know that he has strengthened his defenses, and he still insists on assassinating?"

"Anyway, we are immortal, so what are we afraid of?" Panda smiled slightly, a little warmer than before, "Wang Tuhao's magic props are very powerful, and Harley and I will come directly to 'God-Akaba'. ', they can't even see who we really are!"

Volibear was silent for a while, sighed, and nodded: "The follow-up observation work, Seton and I will do a good job. Don't worry."

"Well, you'll have to work hard for the next thing, uncle."

"I know I'm an uncle, and he arranged so much work for me, and he doesn't consider the old man at all..." Volibear pretended to be a little angry, and then laughed, "Actually, let's go through this, I still feel that A little confused - you young people are nothing more, I am an old man who is almost sixty years old, what else can I travel through... I don't need to be fashionable! "

"Haha! In fact, I think you are very fashionable, uncle, really! Your hair is snow-white, and what do you call a Beijing film... By the way, you have a lot of style!"

"Stop talking, I'm a polar bear!"

While talking, Thurton's speech appeared in the chat channel.

[The Harmony of Poisonous Milk (Surton): Everyone is ready! Harley goes first, Volibear follows my orders! 】

[The old driver of Qiu Mingshan (Harley): OK! 】

[The city management of the paradise (Volibear): It's ready. 】

[Panda (Panda): No problem! 】

A few seconds later, following the "Go" command in the chat channel, Volibear launched the catapult, accompanied by the violent wind, the panda roared up, and the whole body crossed an arc, passing towards the foot of the distant mountain. Among the Thracian army, the noble king flew away.

Before that, a ground in the woods on the other side suddenly cracked open, and Harley, who had buried himself in the snowdrift for more than a day, let out a deafening roar, and jumped out, holding two big axes, like a black whirlwind in the Water Margin Li Kui was like, wailing and screaming towards the direction of the king's car.

"It's noon! The tyrant is here!"

With his full set of madness turned on, he was so imposing that the elite soldiers of the Thracian Kingdom couldn't resist it. He chopped down a large piece like a melon and vegetable, and he had the momentum to kill the king just like that.

Seeing this scene, the guards moved their positions one after another and stood between him and the king's car to avoid accidents.

At this moment, along with a whistling sound, a black shadow flew from the sky and quickly grew larger.

Seeing that he was about to reach the goal, the panda was no longer silent, and the two-handed broadsword that had been raised high gave out a dazzling golden light, and slashed out: "Justice from the sky!"