"This is Roblinsian? I thought I had come to the base camp of some insignificant evil gods. No one told them that people can't hang on street lights for too long? The sea breeze blew, and the smell was absolutely amazing."

While complaining, Jiuye put a gas mask on his face and then took a small trick to purify the air.

Marceau had put on a gas mask when he was several miles away from the dock. Just the scene seen from the telescope tube made the cat choose. Being stinking to death is not a glorious thing.

"I don't think you should come over. The defense line ahead is almost lost. How many children can you transport away?"

Since the beginning, the big players who boarded the ship have been looking at the airship, as if they want to figure out how much weight this ship can carry.

"Don't worry, we will take the children away when necessary, but before that, we need to go to the front line, because I want to confirm that all the units in the current New Eden army...at least the strength of most units, so that we can respond most correctly to their strengths and weaknesses." Youjiu said while assembling the long-barrel musket on the table.

"Okay, but we don't have any idle people to protect you. You must take good care of yourself." The big player nodded, admitting this statement, but he also clearly stated that he was not a nanny who cared for the children.

"It's okay, our own combat boat can go to the front line through it, and to be honest, we are no longer children." Panny looked at the big man as if he saw a mentally retarded square ear and pointed ear. He hated other races the most saying that they are children. It would be better to praise them for their beauty than to describe a square ear and pointed ear, at least they would smile.

So, that's why the new adventure group is called Cats and Beauty, not Meows and Girls.

These girls are so smart.

The big player had no choice but to get off the ship and start to arrange the children to board the ship. This time, Babalim brought three teams of Toby Rabbit as sailors. They will be responsible for receiving the children. Marceau will go to the front line with the girls, and the girls of the battle mage are responsible for escorting them. They cannot defeat the New Eden Army, but in the same number of battles, the cats and girls are really not afraid.

"Speaking of this, are we going to Shilimdoan or some other place." Marceau had already put on his equipment. Although the shaman could not fly like a combat mage, as a sage, the cat cub could shoot a flying technique for himself, so he was already standing with Yan at this time. At that time, the two cats were escorting him, and they wanted to be stable and violent.

"Shilimdoan is fine. I heard that there was another attack from New Eden there. The local defenders tried their best to drive them out of the defense line. Let's go and see, hoping that New Eden will throw away enough fresh things there." Sister Mo made the decision.

In this case, we planned the flight route, communicated with the command center of the central defense line and made a notice. Only then did the cat and the girls start to act and not do so, if an air defense unit mistakenly recognizes the cat and the girls as enemy targets, the fun might be very big.

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Shilimdoan was once a very beautiful place, an oasis of Shaan. Unfortunately, this beautiful city has become a huge garbage dump and morgue. The player defenders have been here for almost a week. Every day, there are endless attacks of the New Eden Legion, from giant hatred to ghouls, from crown lord to skeleton swordsman, from wailing banshee to sorrowful ghosts, no undead you would never have thought of, only new guys you have never seen before.

When the front line commander heard that the field investigation team led by the judge was coming to inspect the zombies, he naturally generously brought the dead bodies and residues.

As a sage, Marceau's knowledge and expertise will naturally increase at the first level every time, and he is naturally responsible for dissection. Compared with Anne's hand tearing, the cat is still a normal scalpel style to cut the joint part of the ghoul's ribs, and vigorously break open the ribs on both sides to confirm the ghoul's organs and the reactions in the face of negative energy stimulation.

I forgot to say that the ghoul was still "living", but his chin was broken and his limbs were cut off.

"It's at least two levels better than an ordinary ghoul. Although there is no elite template, if you say you have brought it, I think you are right." Marceau said to Sister Mo who was observing beside her.

"This type of ghoul is the biggest cannon fodder. When launching an offensive, New Eden prefers to use ghouls with faster speeds, rather than zombie-type garbage that runs slower than walking." Sister Mo said, signaling Marceau to cut the ghoul's stomach: "But if it's a defensive battle, they always like to use zombie-type undead with thick skin and thick flesh to slow down and stop the attack of living people."

"So this time, all we can see is this kind of thing. There is meat in the stomach. Obviously, I don't know which one of the bad guys is." Marceau opened his stomach and flipped through the miscellaneous items inside: "There are also leather fragments, these guys have really good teeth."

Dragging this useless ghoul off the operating table and killing it with a silver-infiltrating short sword. Marceau and Sister Mo lifted another Boda corpse onto the operating table.

"In terms of appearance, it is at least an elite version. If it is alive, we may confirm its identity." Sister Mo shook her head, looking regretful: "But considering the danger of this thing, I still agree that I will kill them and consider other things."

"I think it's too dangerous to wake up a Boda corpse. This thing is not a cute little, and ordinary players are not his opponent at all." Marceau opened Boda corpse's chest: "Ah, it's completely negative energy. It seems that we want to raise it again. This guy is at least an elite template. It's very strong to kill him... Look, a shot is fatal, and the bullet hits its head from the front of the Boda corpse. It should be a silver-seeking bullet. Looking in from the exit of the bullet, it looks like it was burned by positive energy."

"But why do I feel that the size of the bullet seems to be a one-handed short musket?" Mo Qingyu approached the gun hole, confirmed the size and sighed: "It's so awesome. Boda corpse moves very quickly. This shooter seems to be approached by him, but he did not use the long-barrel musket to fight, but used the musket to attract the attention of Fada corpse through small spells, and then hit it with one blow... He is a good guy, I don't know who it is... I have a heart of love for talent."

"Sister Mo wants to summon him into the team?" Marceau tilted his head.

"That's not necessary, but if he has a good character, I can introduce him to him and let him join the prince's sect... After all, I am also a disciple, and it is my responsibility to choose a reliable new disciple for my father." Mo Qingyu sighed.

"Wow, that's really a sparrow turned into a phoenix." The cat sighed.

"You little bastard, you read it." Sister Mo smiled and reached out and twisted the cat's face. She made the cat's whole face wrinkle into a ball.

It hurts very much, the cat pouted and frowned, and finally lowered his head, with tears rolling around the corners of his eyes.

"Who did you learn this acting skill?" Mo Qingyu stared at the cat.

"Who said that my heart hurts so much!" the cat cub shouted exaggeratedly.

"Make you meat steak tonight." Sister Mo gave the conditions.

The cat hummed a song and started working again.
Chapter completed!