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The two strangers did not respond to the farce on the wall.They stand side by side on the pile of ashes, with a distance of less than one law foot. They are tubular (in fact, not completely tubular, with a bunch of accessories hanging outside) weapons held by both hands, and they are pointing diagonally as if sleeping ground.

Their height must have reached seven law feet (about 2.3 meters).In terms of appearance, it is difficult to describe. Although it is roughly human, it has a thick waist and long legs and strong arms, and its head is several times the size of a normal person. It looks like an exaggerated headgear worn by a comedian.On the top of the wall, you can still see the huge bulge behind them. I don't know if it is a suitcase or a special bedding.

The appearance of these two "things" is already extremely weird.The materials that compose them are beyond the cognitive scope of Little Albert.The body of the strange visitor looked very bleak, with only a small amount of light reflected by the fire, but the undoubted sense of solidity was essentially different from the monster's armor.[Definitely not a carapace.It will not be wood or stone.It feels more like coating a large piece of steel with a special glaze.

Here comes the problem.If these two visitors were also wearing armor outside their bodies, then their full set of equipment would cost at least 20 fatal (about 800 kilograms), or even heavier.Mortals certainly can't bear such a heavy burden. Although a horse can be pulled, if you put all the weight on your back, it will still be crushed.

According to legend, several hereditary mages with the longest history still retain automatic machinery from the ancient empire.If this is the true face of the stranger, then Kotweimel has really won the first prize.[Although the mages are so bullish, even the duke and the king are not in the eyes, but they are mortals at any rate, and they will not kill innocents like monsters...Should they not?

The more he thought about it, the more he lost his bottom. Although he opened his mouth several times, he couldn't even pronounce a word.Just when he was helpless and almost lost his strength, the stranger suddenly began to act:

Without any warning, they suddenly lifted the square, thick and heavy protective cover.The front of the huge head first projected a string of colored lights, and then quickly turned transparent, showing two-two undisturbed, and very young mortal faces.

real or fake!?

The Lu Meng family boy was dumbfounded, his feet slipped, and he almost knocked his chin on the battlement.On both sides of the Dongzhai Gate, there was also a sound of voices. The militiamen and soldiers expressed their opinions and argued over the identity of the visitors. Some even knelt down religiously and prayed loudly to the bright moon."The one above" and "angel", these two words appeared repeatedly in the discussion, until-

Until the women among the two visitors clear their throats and speak."Hello? Hello?" The woman raised her heavy helmet, first with an impeccable commercial smile, and then lightly lifted her vermilion lips, speaking a certain French dialect in a very strange accent:

"I'm sorry to bother you. The following statement is not only to help my partner pass information, but also to satisfy my personal curiosity. I would like to ask you: Is there any official name here that has been established by convention and has been recorded in writing? What?"

"..." Little Albert grinned and laughed silently.Now, at least one thing is figured out: these two unknown guests are definitely not members of the hereditary mage family.

[And it's not like a nobleman.The group of blue blood cubs, even if they were hung from the big oak tree by noose, could not hold back the word "please".Speaking so politely, they should not be big bad guys, they may even be good people who really help.There are so many things that really happened today, but this one does not seem to be bad.so be it!I hope the bad luck has left, and from now on, it will be a good day to be proud.

Two hours and fifteen minutes later.Kotweimel central square, temporary bandaging point for the wounded.

Suo Zhongwu raised the stretcher carefully and put the newly amputation middle-aged militiaman on the sheepskin cushion as lightly as possible.Thanks to the anesthetics he provided, the militiamen stayed asleep during the operation without suffering severe pain; coupled with the antibiotics injected into the body, wound infections should be avoided, and the possibility of survival is greatly improved.

"I've always been known for hand speed." Doctor Messier's voice suddenly came from behind.Through the camera on the backpack, Suo Zhongwu can see the local doctor through the helmet display without turning around; at this moment, he has taken off the man’s beak mask, as if he saw a believer in miracles, religiously Put your hands together and look up at the night sky:

"I just learned today that those are just bug-caring tricks. No matter how fast the saw is cut, the infection rate will not drop a bit; just like the two bestowed holy words, the only way to reduce the suffering of patients is science. Only science!"

He uses English.Although the accent is weird and the meaning of some words has changed, they can still be classified as English.Suo Zhongwu fully understood what he meant, but not only did his mood not improve, but because of Messier's overduty, it became worse.[He is not polite at all.This is treating me as a clay sculpture and wood carving, worshipping me there!

"The scientific progress of our time was not brought by the strong wind." Suo Zhongwu sighed heavily, resisting the urge to reprimand loudly, and turned to look at the local doctor:

"Without the accumulation of hundreds of years of experience, and without countless scholars working hard, the medicines and devices I brought would never exist. In the final analysis, everything is the result of mortal hard work, not a reward out of thin air. "

Doctor Messier smiled and nodded, but the gesture of putting his hands together did not change.Behind him, the villagers, civilians and soldiers were working in full swing. Some set up a cauldron to boil the bandages, some were busy feeding the wounded with water and food, and others were carrying the filth of a large bucket and a small bucket, preparing to walk outside the wall. Pour into the designated place.However, no matter how busy they are, they will surreptitiously move their eyes to this side, as if the figure of a foreigner can protect the villagers from evil.

Suo Zhongwu, a corporal of the Allied Righteous Army of the Earth and Moon System, was both angry and helpless.Since he and Francine revealed their identities, everything has changed.The residents of this medieval planning village did not know whether they were too superstitious or deeply shocked. They actually regarded him and Francine as angels, and they only had to make a case by burning incense and offering a confession.