"Is there really no problem with the foreigner?" King Faisal looked to his left, and the shouts of killing were shaking the earth. In the battle mage corps of New Eden, the wailing banshees led the whining banshees to fight against the grassland elves fighting mage corps who were rushing over with the determination to avoid losses. The ground had exploded into the surface of the moon, and the edges of the explosion pits of all sizes were covered with blood and smoke. The ground troops of both sides killed each other. The lives of the soldiers were so short that they needed to be calculated in seconds. At the most critical moment, it is said that the soldiers' front of New Eden had hit the round defense line of Commander Marceau several times, and even the commander himself had fought hand-to-hand combat several times.

"I think there will be no problem. That powerful existence that can reassure Mrs. Lily." Beside him, the chief wizard of the royal family smiled on his face: "Your Majesty, that is a famous general who has experienced the Battle of Lanxia Island and the Battle of Dreams."

"...You said it well." Faisal nodded and agreed with his chief wizard's opinion: "Let's see how that kitten will do."

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Marceau was very busy, so busy that he had no time to pull out the axe on the head of the new Eden who was upside down on the trench. He held a one-handed musket in both hands, and his tail was just broken by a stray bullet. God knew where the bullet flew over.

Kill two new Eden scattered soldiers with their bows left and right. The cat knocked down the sprinter with his shoulders, grabbed his legs and threw the slut out of the circular position. The latter was still flying in the air and was hit by countless guns. Now it was a ball. Anyone who dared to be two meters above the altitude average must accept the mental preparation of being taken care of by all the precise shooters. After all, this sudden "flying" target will always attract more attention.

At this time, he finally got free. Marceau pulled out the axe from the head and turned around. The axe in his hand was thrown toward Boonetani. He was hitting the half-length person who wanted to sneak attack the girl. He hit the chest of the furry bigfoot and took it away directly. After all, it was in a state of earth elementalization. He had to be powerful and agile.

But Bunitani didn't notice Masce's actions at all. The girl was holding a bayonet and pricking the big man under her, while the other two grassland elves were pressing the big man desperately. The three girls didn't notice that the new Eden they were pressing was almost tied into honeycomb coal, and the prairie elves and the new Edens around them could confirm from one side that the battle was about to end.

With the sharp whistle, a large group of grassland elves and kitten men rushed over from the north of the defense line. With their help, Marceau was finally confident that he would drive these new Edens out of the defense line again in the following battle.

Looking around, there were corpses everywhere. The third squadron had already been exhausted. The commander pulled the grenade ten minutes ago and died with the enemy who rushed into the defense line. He exchanged for at least a dozen new Edens one meter and two, which made a lot of money in his words.

The first fifth squadron to come to support was also exhausted. The last kitten man was now leaning against the wall of the trench beside Marceau, his head tilted to the side, and his chest was covered with shotgun wounds, and blood had already flowed.

The second first squadron to come to support also fought all the battles. Just now, the 1.2 meters and 2 people who had finished the bullet finally chose to fight with the big man with bayonets. The number of survivors was probably in single digits. Marceau couldn't even figure out where their captain died.

The third Earth players of the Sixth Squadron who came to support came to support, together with Yim and Ermen, blocked the attacks of the second-new Edens with flesh and blood. Among them, the survivor... Marceau could not see a big man at all.

The big cats in the second squadron have now lost more than half of the battle. If they were not for them, the front line would have been broken. They are still here to hold on to the new Edens from circumventing the entire defense line.

The Seles people in the Fourth Squadron fought to the last moment, and their positions were finally broken through. It was Marceau who snatched back with the long ears of the Seventh Squadron. For this reason, half of the long ears of the warriors fell in a pool of blood.

There are also the Eighth and Ninth Squadrons. These dwarves played by the Earth players use the axe-blade muskets to hit the front line. Every time a new Eden breaks through the defense, they and the big cats finally seal the gap again.

Now the 10th Squadron and 11th Squadrons came up. These kittens and Fang Erduo proved their courage to Marceau with their actions. In this ghost place where corpses are everywhere, even cats like Marceau who are used to death are not very suitable for the earth elementalization, and they look around in a daze. The familiar appearances are gone, and the people they have seen have disappeared. Every moment, old people disappear and new people appear on this line of defense.

Then he saw Boonetani, the girl with blood on her face but still standing stubbornly thirty yards away from her. Finally, Masce smiled and said softly to her.

"Yes." The girl nodded slightly and signaled that she understood, and then the blood-stained girl held the long knife.

Without a long confession or a sensational description, Marceau only felt a little warm in his heart.

"The bastards of New Eden are here again!" This is the sound of the guard whistle in front of him, and the kitten's voice was full of despair: "Why are they breaking through the defense again? Are the big cats not full for breakfast?!"

These bastards seem to have no life to kill cats. The defense line composed of Big Cats and Dwarves is like an abyss, but these guys are always filled with the number of people. The exchange ratio between Big Cats and New Edens on the front line reached fifteen to one. It can be said that they sacrificed their heads and sprinkled blood. Some guys who rushed over even shouted the slogan that they could cut off their blood and flow. I want to abuse the cat a thousand times, but maybe there are too many kittens on the scene. These guys are face-blind and have admitted their mistakes several times. The last cat in the Fifth Squadron was shot black, and they ended with hatred as Marceau's scapegoat.

Please, that cat is yellow-haired! And this meow is black-haired! You don’t even know the color of this meow’s fur, so you shouted to kill the cat and save the girl. Are you big guys a repeater?!

In fact, it is not that the big cats are not powerful enough. The key is that the big cats are just an independent squadron, and only four hundred of them are added, and more than half of them have died in battle.

The number of cats is still too small. If four thousand came, it would be a real ghost if these guys could break through the defense before the big cat lost 70%.
Chapter completed!