On the flag, there is a black flat barrel dripping with oil, which is the silent accusation of the mortal; on the flag, there is a red iron hand standing, which is the blood-colored oath of the mortal; on the flag, there is a golden torch burning, which is the unyielding will of the mortal; on the flag, there is also the most representative disposable lighter in the Middle Ages, which is the sharp sword in the hands of the mortal; and the dog-headed flag they guard the black background and white edges are the belief in the hearts of the mortals.

"Who are we!" a voice asked.

"Mortal!" countless voices answered.

"Why are we fighting!" A voice roaring.

"For the oath!" Countless voices were shouting.

"Brothers! Go forward! The divine covenant guides us!" A voice shouted.

"For the divine covenant! Break the evil winners of life! The world belongs to a bachelor like us!" Countless voices cheered.

Listening to the sound of tsunami coming from afar, watching the owners of the voices start to cross the river in a group way, Marceau looked desperate and said, "What should I do? The opposite side looks vast and crowded, and he only counts one meter two, only 15,600. Even if the big cats can fight five, they can't resist the number of people. Moreover, the fighting will of the dead group can be said to be the best in the Federation. In those battles, the subordinates of the dead group will never retreat even if they fight to the last one.

Just as he was thinking about this, Marceau saw a grassland elf being lifted out of the trench by a big cat. The little thing held the negotiation flag and strode towards the big men.

Finally, he stopped, and among the guys who went to the dead group, a team of guys who had not closed the equipment display, so he looked like he was exuding the aura of a strong man.

It should be the regiment commander and senior commander.

But then again, this guy who is more than two meters tall and dresses like a terror champion... is he really smart?

Marceau raised his ears and gave himself a shot. He started to eavesdrop on their words and felt that he could do whatever he wanted.

"I am the commander of 'Midal's One Meter Two', and I belong to the Big Catman's 'Selanta's Big Boy'. I represent 'Selanta' and negotiate with you." The one-meter Two Meter Two Meter One was said seriously.

"Little thing, what do you have to say?" Hearing that he was here to negotiate, these commanders of the dead group chose to accept the negotiations. Usually, one-meter-two-meter-two negotiation requests will usually be passed. After all, being cute is an advantage.

"First of all, I have a question. Are the two battle groups of 'Song of the Defeated Dogs' and 'Tears of Luther' subordinate to you?" The little guy asked curiously.

"...Yes, the 'Song of Defeat' and 'Tears of Luther' in the Eastern Continent, like other battle groups, are the second ladder of our Dead Group. Although we belong to New Eden, the most important thing to come this time is to deal with Marceau." The leader of the Dead Group said this sentence with great resounding sound: "A such a life winner, even though he knows how hateful he does, he doesn't know how to restrain himself! Today, when our brothers come here, they must defeat him!"

I'm just a dog abuser!

The cat stared at the guys who went to the dead group were almost furious. As singles, you didn’t have any awareness and didn’t have any idea of ​​that in your heart?!

"But if you choose to withdraw from the battle, I can invite you to hold a grand dance after the war on behalf of our Midal galaxy." When he said this, he seemed to have noticed the distrust of these big men. He flipped his waist and said, "I am the eldest son of the Midal family, Tatabu Mimilan Midal."

The little guy also showed a virtual screen, which was very far away. Marceau had to use an instant arcane eyeball that could share vision, allowing it to float over and share the perspective... Well, it should be a proof of the system, and his words seemed to have attracted eye contact from commanders. After all, it is a very rare opportunity to dance with girls with pointed ears. In every open era, a guy who has lost his luck picked up a square ear or pointed ear wives at the dance (in the eyes of players on earth).

Finally, the commanders spoke.

"Impossible, we couples who die in the death group are not just fighting for ourselves. Today, we must destroy Marceau! This kitten that tramples on the dignity of a bachelor must pay the price!" The helmet has a hyperbolic horn, two meters tall and two meters tall, and a strong man with a waist circumference of more than two meters.

"Although your conditions are very heart-warming, we will not be bribed by your kindness. Today we represent all the poor people in this multiverse. Since a kitten is not low-key, he has to let him taste the anger from the bachelor." The burly man with a black mask on his head, a heart-protecting glass on his upper body, and his arms are thicker than a cat's waist. After speaking, the muscles on his chest jumped a few times in rhythm.

"Mr. Midal, you should have heard of the will represented by our flags. Rejecting your invitation makes us like a fool, but if we agree, it means we have all betrayed this group. Those who have fallen in front of this flag and dyed the flag red with their own blood. Those who fight to the death for this belief will definitely think that they are the biggest fools... So, please return, Your Excellency, today there is only one battle to relieve the grudge. Maybe we will meet again in the years to come, but today, it is impossible." This is a warrior wearing mail, wearing a full-cover helmet with only a wide-eye perspective. There is a golden hollow burning ring on the top of the helmet, and his speech is muffled.

"To be honest, I am very moved. Mr. Midal I want to accept your invitation very much, but as my companion Fire Transmitter said, if we betray a belief today, we will also betray other existence tomorrow... Loyalty is the best thing in the world. Please forgive me for not accepting your kindness." A bald man wearing a simple monk's uniform and wearing chains and scriptures all over his body sighed so much.

"Please return, sir, your invitation is like the gospel from heaven for us in hell... but we cannot agree, because it represents our betrayal of the flag behind us, and betrayal... it represents hopeless stupidity. No one will like a stupid guy, and you feel so too." A guy with a fire element in his body and wearing heavy plate armor said, while there was also a fiery red liquid dripping from him.

"So, does the battle seem inevitable?" Midal pursed.

"Yes, please come back, we have appreciated your kindness." said the leader who dressed like a terror champion.

"Okay, but I still hope that you will accept the invitation from our group girls after the war." Midal said.

"What invitation?" Everyone expressed their confusion.

"You and your subordinates are able to reject my invitation, which also means that your loyalty is beyond reproach. Although you and I are enemies this time, I am still willing to invite you. If you are destined, we can still see you again after the war." The little guy bowed his head and saluted.

Looking at him, the big men finally lowered their heads.

"Above the battle formation, life and death are destined." The leader of the group finally said this, which was considered to be acknowledging the invitation.

"Life is in the world, wealth is in heaven." After Midal said, he began to walk back.

After he came back, Marceau called the boy over and asked him why he was looking for these guys on the other side.

"My father is the leader of the group who died in the fourth generation. After falling in love with his mother, he chose to leave the group and accepted the blessings of his companions." The answer given by the boy also left the cat speechless.

"By the way, are you so relieved of these guys?" Marceau finally asked this question.

"The hundreds of thousands of young ladies who cannot get married every year on the Star Star will not think so. The big guy who can stick to his original intentions will not be much bad. I think I can fill the gap as much as possible." The boy's answer made the cat unable to answer for a long time.

OK, he was right. Although the players who went to the Dead Group were indeed as smelly and hard as the stones in the toilet, they could not blame any shortcomings if they really had sex.

Just... I'm so fucking! Where did the mobs who are always ready to peel cats have the advantages?! They want to peel cats! What's the good thing about such a cruel guy!!
Chapter completed!