Falling into the preparatory area, Yan wiped away the dirty blood from his face, and had just had a fight with the wailing Banshee of New Eden in the air, and the Banshee with the elite template cut her cheek open.

Without any air combat equipment, the energy of the Holy Light Sword in his hand was exhausted. Yan picked out a long sword from the weapon stand brought by the preparatory officer and slapped the last sacred weapon on its sword body.

Two combat boats began to land, one of which lost a front landing gear on the left and eventually rushed out of the runway. More than a dozen preparatory officers ran quickly towards the combat boat.

Another combat boat landed safely on the ground, but the pilot did not come out. The preparers ran over and finally carried the pilot who had already died from the bloody cabin.

A grassland elf sitting beside him stood up, but someone was faster than her. Another boy who looked seven or eight minutes alike pushed her away: "I'll first." He said this, then put on a combat vest with a parachute and trotted all the way to the combat boat. He let the preparatory officers who were loading the bullets jump into the cockpit.

Taking the last sip of the potion, Yan stood up and walked towards the floating magic circle.

"You can rest for a while." A preparatory officer looked at Yan with nervous expression: "Commander, let's take a rest."

"Enough, little guys, if reinforcements come, tell them that I'll wait for them in the sky." Standing in front of the magic circle, Yan smiled at the preparatory officer.

This is not a time to slack off. Marceau and his sisters are still waiting on the surface for her to drive away the annoying banshees for everyone.

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"What are they doing?"

As the 7th regiment of Ingmar Ron, Camilla Ciossezcu, who had just retreated from the east to trim, and his squadron commanders watched as a team of new Eden natives dragged out a large number of cubs from the portal.

Curious and alert, Camilla asked one of her commanders to confirm where the cubs were going, and the commander quickly got the answer.

"They are going to use their cubs to force the East Continent to surrender."

Camilla Cioscu frowned: "They can't do this."

Yes, they cannot do this. They use the lives of innocent cubs to force their opponents. Even enemies who fight life and death should not do this. In order to cleanse those ignorant nobles, killing may be called necessary evil, but such actions... this is not necessary evil, it is the most despicable method.

"Let's follow!" Thinking of this, Camilla had an answer in her mind.

"Captain..." The commanders wanted to speak but stopped.

"Even a villain, you must be a villain with a bottom line!" Camilla turned her head and looked at her squadron commanders: "Do you want to be a villain with a bottom line or become a villain without a bottom line."

"...Captain, let's go back." A commander whispered: "We..." Before he finished speaking, the guy was interrupted by Camilla's angrily eyes. He hesitated: "Have we said something wrong?"

"We still need to fight such messes? Think about who we are! We are turning a blind eye!" At this point, Camilla glared at her subordinates: "If anyone loses the chain, I will tell whose father!"

The commanders said that they would never let their elder sister worry about such a mess.

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After spraying the last tank, Marceau took off the spray assembly: "It seems they have stepped down."

The battlefield became quiet, some players began to look for wounded people, some players chose to repair the defense trenches, and more were whispering: "How could the New Eden retreat?"

Yes, why did New Eden retreat? They had already broken through the second line of defense and needed to break through with just a little more force. At that time, Marceau would have to send out the final reserve team. If there were no new reinforcements, everyone would have to shed all their blood here.

Such doubts were quickly answered, and players on this defense line saw the cubs driven up.

"These bastards!" a player shouted angrily.

"How can the guys on the other side do this!" Some players pointed to the new Eden guys who forced the cubs to stand: "These are messes!"

Looking at the guy who was carrying the team, which was obviously sunny and the weather was obviously overheating, but he appeared, Marceau turned around, took the battle flag from a similar hand, and took it to the front of the defense line.

"It seems that you have chosen one to talk to us. Isn't this good? Why do you fight and kill?" The guy in a black coat laughed loudly: "Kitten opposite, I know you outsiders are eager to spit on my body now, but I have three thousand children here. If you are willing to quit the city, I will hand over the children to you!"

The cat was ready to fight to the death, but the words from the black coat still surprised him, as if the robber suddenly spoke the truth.

Anne also came over at this time, and the girl looked at Marceau: "So, can this guy still reason?"

"It seems like a reasonable person. Although it is difficult for us to give up the city, if it is for these children..." To be honest, when Marceau saw these cubs, he felt heartbroken and looked thin. They were caught by New Eden and were obviously a luxury to eat. If they admit that they failed, they could save them from the city, even if Marceau felt that they could accept such conditions.

So the ceasefire began, and the commanders of each battle group came to the front of the defense line of Marceau. Although they did not want to use children as weapons, everyone felt that the conditions offered by the New Eden were acceptable. Compared to temporary victory or defeat, being able to leave with these children is at least a good deed.

The only problem is the credit issue of the New Edens.

"This is no problem. Our legion can retreat. As long as you take these children away and leave here, I swear in the name of roots! You will never pursue you who are far away from this city!"

When the black coat said this, he lifted up his cap. He was born with a vampire. The root of his words could be said to be the lifeblood of the vampire. Marceau felt that he could believe such a vampire.

So the negotiations were made, and Marceau walked to the central clearings as a representative: "We accept your request! In sincerity, we will stop hostile activities on the front line. We swear in the name of anonymous. You let go of your children and let them leave safely, and we will withdraw from the city. Do you agree with such a request?"

"No problem, but we have another requirement here, your commander must die!" The vampire in black coat added a request.

Marceau was silent for a moment: "Is there any?"

"It's gone! I'm still easy to talk to! How about such a business if I trade a life of one person for three thousand children!"

"Okay your mother!" someone scolded.

The vampire looked at Marceau, and the cat hurriedly said that the cat was not responsible for the blame. At the same time, he pointed at the vampire, indicating that the person who spoke was on him... There is no need to remind him that the vampire was cut off from his head with a knife.

Watching the New Eden Aboriginals and players fighting each other together, Marceau hurriedly ran forward, passing through the square formation composed of children, signaling the children to run south faster, and then punched the New Eden Aboriginals to the ground.

Behind him was the players' fury charge, with Anne headed by him. When the cat took the time to notice the girl, he no longer knew how many unlucky guys had turned into meteors in the sky.
Chapter completed!