Witch Jane touched the gun, rolled over and brought the pony directly into the Little Trianon Palace.
Thin rumor: “I remember parking space down there. No, there's stables...”
Vera, Ning Fengbei simultaneously rebutted: “What if you are tied up outside and robbed by another player?! ”
To this day, the queen's identity tied red and white roses together, witch Vera, thin rumor of fire Ning Fengbei was another teammate stamped on the invitation, the two teams were already grasshoppers tied to a rope.
“Turn off the wall lights.” Witch Jane spoke briefly.
Vera doesn't ask why, Lisso does. After the lights went out, the ghost waiter disappeared.
The thin fire spreading boldly touched the lifebay, only the self-heating device of the eliminated player was mentioned for half a day: “3.5 hours left to heat up. ”
Witch Jane cautiously and thinly spread fire at a distance to prevent illegal teams from sentencing her. Wall lights were turned off for the most part, leaving only a few players with a faint candlelight.
“This is the king's room.” Witch Jane whispered. The pony also followed behind him, his eyes water-spirited, gentle and gentle. Ning Fengbei slammed a horse's head: “Why should the lights go out? ”
In the melting candlelight, Witch Jane handed a flyer from the snow to several people: "Mission dispatched. Assassination of Queen Mary. ”
Vera startled instantly.
Marianne Tovanette's fate will come sooner or later, but not so fast.
“The time line should now follow the war against Austria, the defeat of France and the imposition of hatred on Queen Mary of Austrian descent by the people…" Witchcraft explained quickly: “None of this matters, of course. ”
The most important thing is this.
Witch Jane presented the watch, with a similar pattern on one side of the watch as on the assassination leaflet, and a slight fluorescence on the dial towards Vera's side.
Witch Jane switches to Vera's left, and the fluorescence changes direction at the same time - pointing to Vera all the way.
Ning Fengbei reacted for a second, this was so scared that the assassin couldn't find his way, she made an automatic guided fluorescent lamp - she patted Witchcraft's shoulder to get rid of Vera: “OK, Witchcraft have fun, let's go first! ”
Witch Jane points to a pattern that matches the flyer to the watch, and the oval crest contains a few lines of small letters: “Jacobin Club, Jacobin Pie. ”
Ning Fengbei.
“The Jacobins were the main pushers to bring kings and queens to the forefront, and one of the few regimes in ancient history that practised high-handedness terror. Now they can issue a call to assassinate the queen, and it's not safe to issue a mission against the king in a few hours. ”
Ning Fengbei glanced.
Almost every history textbook mentions the Jacobins, one of the political groups behind the French Revolution's last influences.
Louis XVI's teammates will only be queens and will never be Jacobins.
“There are at least two camps in this battle.” Witch Jane spoke slowly: "King's camp, radical revolutionary camp. I think we belong in the same camp. ”
In the dark candlelight, Witch Jane reached north to Ning Feng: “Alliance. ”
Ning Fengbei slightly flanked her head and said something in her ear. The girl nodded and grabbed the witch's hand.
Witch Jane relieved herself and heard Ning Fengbei wonder: “Why is Little Witch Hand so cold? ”
Witch Jane quickly rubbed her hands, his genes were a thousand years behind all the practitioners, and it was common sense not to freeze: “It's okay! ”
Vera volunteered to cover her little hand for Aidou, and the witch refused in panic. Immediately after that, a thin fire rumor attempted to show allies charm, rubbing Witch Jane, warning her illegally in a red light as soon as she approached the watch.
Witch Jane can only put her hands on the pony, palms facing out for a moment, hands facing out for a moment.
The pony's eyes were overflowing and she looked at the witch.
Witch Jane hurriedly shouted sorry at this little creature who was covering her hands and thought to the stables just now. That knight sword with the J-letter engraved with the flower body, and the other horse taken away by the big man, presumably also sweet and sweet by the Spirit of Water...
When the temperature recovers, Witch Jane quickly rises and joins the venue of 3 allies.
“The Little Trianon Palace is densely furnished and easy to defend once the lights are out.” At the time of the alliance, Witch Jane explained to several teammates.
The light fire transmission of the old battle experience simply serves as the commander of the formation: “In both directions, the North and South, the players can only come from two paths. We need a sniper, once the other side lights up and shoots directly. ”
Vera Yong took the burden.
“If the other party doesn't turn on the lights - we need to make sure that the assassin finds his location as soon as he enters the fire line. Two assault positions were ambushed in the south and north. ”
The Witch Jane and the Thin Fire are each followed.
“The last line of defense. ”
Looking at Vera's sniper position along the faint candlelight in Witch Jane's hand, the bench, bookcase and bonsai fell over, and the monkey could not squeeze in for a moment and a half. A shelter was erected on one side of the corner of the wall against the door.
The thin heat transfer handed Ning Fengbei the universal rifle in the waist to secure her bunker.
Crossfire.
After a few minutes, footsteps gradually came out of the window.
Witch Jane quietly adhered to the wall and went into a stationary ambush state. He guarded the North Gate, and the cold wind swept through the passage, and the cold marble stabbed the soles of his feet and the back of his spine. The heat from the heating unit is just enough for normal practitioners to withstand a dozen degrees of severe cold, but not enough for Witchcraft.
Witch Jane flashed her breath against her hands, and there was a faint fire on the south side of the stone step--
Vera shot for a second.
The watch flashed a little, the survival numbers hadn't jumped yet, and the thin fire transmission was the result of a leap up and down.
Survival 92 dropped to 91.
The first assassin walked down the south gate.
North Gate, Witch Jane's ears fluttered slightly.
He heard a tiny, almost indescribable rubber sole rubbing on the marble table. Nothing in the dark was hollow. He stared dead in front of him. Through the moonlight, he could barely see the snow falling on the stone steps, or even the shadowy shrubs in the distance, but he was stunned.
The soles are still rubbing.
It seems that because of the cold, the unmelted snow water under the rubber connects the sludge and glues the footsteps and the ground together, making a sound like ungluing the glue.
He, or she, is very close to Jane Witch.
They may have found themselves, coming from the voice--
Witch Jane didn't hesitate to hide in the bunker, and the candles lit like they were thrown across the street.
The North Gate is bright!
There is still no one on the steps, but a shadow is bowed on the armrest of the leap corridor. Her feet are glued to smooth, curved armrests, but they maintain a near-bizarre balance. She's stuck in Witch Jane's blind spot, like a boneless cat, or an inhuman practicing jujitsu. The fire lit her face.
This is a seventeen or eighteen year old girl with a pale face and dark green pupils.
Vera shoots suddenly: "Witch, run! ”
Witch Jane ran away with her legs.
Allows Vera to expose a location reminder that she is at least one of the dangerous characters in the Hyacinth show. Witch Jane Fei quickly turned over the information in her head and was good at ambushing and assassinating one of the...
In the first round, Vera mentioned it.
“There is also a way to win by forcibly eliminating all players in the same copy and becoming the only winner. The Feng Xin Zi Show has...”
Lan.
Witch Jane slipped and opened fire as soon as she hid in the wall.
The lantern was breathing fast, yet another weird sidewalk avoided the power of the witch. Witch Jane immediately brought people into the Ning Feng Bei Fire Zone, but Lan realized what it was, took a quick meal and disappeared into the intricate room.
“Don't go.” Ning Fengbei warned: “Witch, come here, I'll go after you. ”
The battle power of the witch and the strength of Ning Feng Bei are different, while Lan and the red and white roses are obviously of a grade. If he could be a little stronger - he could see a flash of Lan fighting back, but not enough for a real A-level trainer.
Witch Jane and Ning Fengbei changed positions and moved closer to Vera.
“Ran's a little hard,” Vera whispered consoling: “In various ways. ”
Witch Jane nodded to know. But he can't fight hard, he can't go to the formal knockout, and naturally he won't go after the head. After the shelter, Witch Jane quietly observed the movement of the south wing.
Thin fires are turning around the lifebay in the snow, picking up a heating unit again for half a day.
“The four-hour heater.” Witch Jane squinted her eyes and said, "They're all practitioners with only four hours of heating system to catch the mission. ”
Vera: "To win, they have to end the game within four hours, which makes sense. However, the difference between eight and nine hours is not significant between the other two sets of heating. ”
Witch Jane: "Heavy snow is the cause of the French uprising, and the poor harvest of food does not allow the civilian population to subside. Of course, it is also limited to civilians. From the top of the civilian population, there are also two classes, clergy and nobility, who control the inexhaustible assets of the entire country. ”
Vera immediately remembered what the light fire had said: "Civilians, priests, nobles, are three class councils? ”
Witchcraft nodded: "The 1789 French Revolution is a race where food is just in need of turmoil —— the only thing that forces the players to do is heat up. Four hours of heating, civilians. Eight hours, priests. Nine hours, kings and nobles. ”
Witch Jane is still thinking: "The exact function of each class is unclear - the only thing we know is that the first players stop heating for four hours. The battle will erupt as soon as possible under heating pressure, though. ”
“A true mantis catcher, who wants to knock everyone out, will start picking noble identities and get stuck for four hours. Civilians are eliminated, and kings and queens come in when their fighting power runs out. ”
Vera took a deep breath and couldn't help but throw away the necklace on her hand: "Can I put this necklace over my head? ”
“…” Witch Jane choked and comforted herself quickly: “The King and Queen's identity should also have the power to compete around, just don't know how to use it...”
Vera nods her head and puts the necklace in her hand: "When the necklace is in hand, the watch hints. The King may redistribute material in Parliament. ”
“Assign supplies?!” Witch Jane suddenly realized that the cold wind was coming.
Witch Jane was frozen and shrunk back and shrunk again for half a day. The heat source seemed to come from behind - when Vera returned to God, Witch Jane was glued to the life pod of the eliminator, like holding a silver ball.
Vera: “…”
Witch Jane quickly explained: "There's heat in the lifebay! ”
Vera loves to watch Jane hug the ball.
Witch Jane suddenly remembered something: “Just now at the stables, I saw the flower typeface on that purple card armor - wait, wait, someone else is coming! ”
Witch Jane's pupils shrunk.
More than one practitioner came.
In view, the horizon is shaky, with at least 14 or 15 practitioners coming together in groups. They maintain a distance from each other's illegal team surveillance, but they are undoubtedly allies with each other.
They are here to work together to collect the reward for the assassination of Queen Mary.
In the corridor, Ning Fengbei quickly rendezvoused with several people, and his face did not look good: “Lan has lost his heel. And these people..."
More than a dozen trainees, even if arranged well, can't get away with it.
Ning Fengbei suddenly said: “Wait, they stopped. They...” Ning Fengbei is surprised: “They want to negotiate? ”
Witch Jane softly warned: "The Queen holds the supreme power of the Versailles Palace. ”
The King may redistribute material at three levels of Parliament.
Heating supplies.
But there was a little girl in the crowd who was happy to come out.
At first glance, Witch Jane recognized Caesar's teammate. Caesar ended in the last round with a noble commune gentleman, who was necessarily not highly ranked at the prom, and could not prioritize nobility and clergy. In terms of small dyed heating equipment, it is also a four-hour model belonging to the civilian population.
Everyone has no objection to the little dye taking the lead.
Witch Jane mumbled: “The most dominant identity is not nobility, but civilians. ”
Vera: “What? ”
Witch Jane explains: "Stakeholders, only the civilian opening can gather the most allies in a short time. Nobles and priests are not pressured to survive, and tend to be self-employed. ”
Dye smiled and said: “Your Majesty! ”
Ning Fengbei hummed.
Little dyeing squawks: “… we just need one request, parliament ahead of time, three classes of heating supplies equally divided! … you promised us a happy return to Versailles! ”
“Fair enough.” Thin fuming: “Let's just guarantee our own heating, whatever the other noble priests do?! Anyone but the little witch come and say it? This Versailles Palace is so cold! Where's the Imperial Party? Is it freezing? ”
Ning Fengbei hummed again. Dye obviously sees hope, happy to reveal Tiger's teeth: “Then we won't kill the Queen! Just...”
Witch Jane looked at the tiny stain under the railing of the Little Trianon Palace.
Fengxinzi shows - or most of the female runaways have a structured communication temperament. It's like Ning Fengbei in Louis XV, and there's a little stain at the moment. Jomo is a gender advantage and they are extremely good at proposing "just the right" conditions to keep each other from rejecting them.
Ning Fengbei nodded reluctantly: "To Versailles.” The brilliant king carried a gun and was highly deterrent.
Witch Jane suddenly said softly: "15 people. ”
Vera was confused: "What...”
Witch Jane was steep and speedy: “There are only 15 people down there. Whether it's a 2-player group or a 4-player group, the player alliance must be even. Where's the other guy?”
Little dyeing squawks again: “It is that… the three-class parliament holds one vote each. Civilians voted for it, noble priests voted against it. 2: 1 Neither do we! So we have one more request! ”
Witch Jane suddenly took a beating.
The history of the course was turned over in my head.
1789, The French Revolution. For the first time, the Affirmative Action Act was introduced, in line with what the Infection Institute said, with the simultaneous negative votes of nobles and priests. Civilians could not shake aristocratic rule and point their guns at the church class - at a time when the Catholic Church was the largest holder of French territory, with 130,000 priests possessing wealth comparable to that of comparable aristocracy.
In just one year, civil political groups in Paris began to fight heavily against the prestige of the Church and the religious system was almost abolished. Power is transferred from the Church to the State, to the civilian population. The clergyman lost his right to vote, and the third class was placed in a second seat in the parliament -
Priests who had served as royal allies fled or were executed in large numbers.
There is no everlasting alliance, except the struggle of those who have a vested interest.
If mapped to knockout --
All heating equipment will be divided between nobles and civilians, and the clergy will have nothing.
At this time, red and white roses and thin fires are all noble.
At the beginning of this round, Witch Jane gave the 9-hour heating device to Chuchu, wearing an orange 8-hour heating device.
It just didn't say "Witch Little Cleric” in my head...
Little Dye grinned: "We want an alliance with His Majesty. ”
“I hope His Majesty agrees that the Versailles were the first players to be cleared out. It should not be us, nor His Majesty, but a priesthood that has nothing to do with us. ”
Vera and Ning Feng subconsciously looked at the witch Jane.
Witch Jane hasn't spoken yet: “Me -” behind her suddenly a strong wind.
The hint of jasmine came from the tip of her nose, and Witch Jane grabbed the bayonet with a hard hand, then suddenly switched to elbow strike.
“Witch! ”
Witch Jane backfired the knife, and the man behind her was like a ghost. The cold gunpoint was against his neck.
It was under the railing that the sixteenth disappeared.
Lan.
The girl's crisp, cold voice came: "Don't move. ”
Vera instantly pointed the gun at Lan.
“The little witch hesitated.” Thin fire-breathing frowns, low voice.
Half a kilometre away from the snow.
"The little witch hesitated” while trekking in the snow, then patted her dress and sighed: "What gentlemanhood is this? Get up there and beat the duck!” Then she said to herself: “Oops, but the little witch has been a good duck since she was a little girl. She hasn't had much contact with girls before she hesitates...”
Turn around, the guard has no expression.
The eyes of the Goddess of Guardianship roamed in the hands of Lan, who held the witch Jane hostage.
The man suddenly clamped his horse back.
Chu Chu wind turmoil: “Weishun, slow down... I'm going to fall... this horse is crazy and his eyes are so strange... oh my God, it's really going to fall..."
Little Triano Palace terrace.
Witch Jane's breathing finally eased. “I agree. If you can keep the Queen safe, I can withdraw from the council vote. ”
Lan smiled softly: "You can also opt out of the game. ”
Witch Jane is an infinite number of races in any camp.
Witch Jane's expression was helpless, her hands gently raised the bayonet and the rifle/gun, her eyes swept through Vera calmly, indicating no harm: “You misunderstood -”
The teenager suddenly turned over the lantern knife.
If you can't make it, you have to pull the trigger, but Vera pulls the trigger--
Run suddenly stopped, and he had to let go of the intimidation of the witch Jane.
Witch Jane's heart beats sharply.
If you want to win too much, you have to give your life for it.
He's betting right.
The next scene of the Little Trianon Palace was a blast, and Witch Jane quickly hid into the corridor, and then the bayonet broke the rope.
Ning Fengbei said unequivocally: “I thought you were here to talk about a deal. It turns out you came here to rob..."
Covered by allies, the horses howled and drove the witches out of the backyard.
Witch Jane suddenly dwarfed, and two or three stray bullets rubbed along her side. When he grabbed the reins, he didn't expect the Spirit's horse to run fast and rush towards the snow forest with joy.
There's another horse.
And people on horseback.
Chu Chu was so angry that he couldn't catch his breath: “Guardian, don't torture me... can I sit with the little witch? Is that it? This horse is going to throw me up..."
The guardian shouted.
Chu Chu's eyes flashed: “Do you agree? Why don't we find a place to change the horses? No, replace me with a little witch--”
The guard suddenly grabbed the horse: “Go down. ”
“… oh.” Chu Chu got off with his skirt.
With a palm-red shadow flying by her side, the witch Jane opened her eyes and looked at the guard.
Chu Chu waved quickly, the little witch's face and the pony's eyes gleamed with each other, lovely tight...
The guard suddenly reached out.
Witch Jane subconsciously reached out and listened to the old man for a moment when the two horses had slipped away: “Jump. ”
Palms are steady and strong.
Witch Jane hung up, pulled up the horse's back as she was defended, and her fiery and powerful arm held the person steady.
Then Weisheng accidentally went after the jumping pony: “Get on the horse yourself. ”
Chu Chu: “…"
Witch Jane wandered off, struggling to jump.
According to alliance rules, teammates are their own teammates, and alliances between bosses and themselves do not trigger illegal teams. But...
Guardian: “Do what? ”
Witch Jane quickly explained: "Brother Wei! I have to kill back--”
Wencheng: “Well, we kill back. ”
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