Since Marceau followed his master, the elders have been warning him that the tripartite melee is something that any wise commander must avoid because you cannot confirm when your two opponents will become your friends and what choice will they join forces. Novels.

To be honest, for any commander, this is a proposition for giving away.

Therefore, Marceau had to give a death order to let everyone guard the passage, and at the same time, he led his team to strive towards the sinkhole.

The rotten corpses have no pain and will not be afraid. These dead undead roar and form a queue. Non-infiltrated silver bullets cannot cause damage to them at all. Marceau and his team worked hard to form a dense array to face the rotten corps army. Thanks to the very flat deep network channel in this area, otherwise any side shooting would cause great damage.

This time, Cold Weapon once again became the master of the battlefield, and even Marceau replaced the shotgun in his left hand with a mace.

The first row of grassland elves launched the dispersion of the undead. The high charm and high perception made their dispersion extremely effective. The queue of rotten corpses fell down three rows at once, but the rotten corpses behind were still moving forward, so the grassland elves were dragged behind, and the front line composed of half a child and kittens crashed into the queue of rotten corpses.

These Lan and the older generations are worthy of being the descendants of the Holy Covenant War Chapter. This group is proficient in the combination of power swords and heavy explosion-proof shields. In the game, these half-best students' swords and shields are used well. Even the rotten corpses from these elite templates cannot get any advantage in the battle. In just a moment, the fourth queue of the rotten corpses was broken through.

Marceau beat the rotten corpse in front of him, strode over the corpse, and blocked the sword that was slashed with the sword in his hand. The severely damaged sword was completely unable to fight against the sword and was directly damaged.

So the cat turned into a stabbing force and stabbed the dagger in his hand into the opponent's chest. At the same time, the hammer hook hit the ankle of the rotten corpse. While tripping it, the cat pulled out the dagger and stabbed it into the waist of the rotten corpse that was competing with the kitten. The dagger with the evil-breaking effect immediately turned the rotten corpse into a self-propelled torch.

The multi-row queue of rotten corpses was broken through, and when approaching the sank pit, Marceau had to speed up the new Edens also broke through the defensive line of rotten corpses.

"Stop them!" The new Eden also noticed the team on the East Continent side.

So the next moment, both sides cast their weapons in their hands, then took out a single-handed musket from their waists and began to shoot at each other. The grenades thrown by the grassland elves and the negative energy bottles in the hands of the new Eden flew over the heads of both sides.

The companions around him kept falling into a pool of blood, but New Eden paid more. In the end, Marceau led the team to penetrate New Eden's queue and cut over the last two New Edens who were still fighting stubbornly. Marceau turned around and walked towards the sinkhole.

At the edge of the pit, Marceau met the gentleman, the lady in his arms, and the one-armed lady lying in a pool of blood.

"You are the commander, so good, we are finally saved." The gentleman said too much and pointed at the one-armed lady: "This guy actually defected to the new Eden!"

Marceau jumped out of the pit and kicked the cat who was about to make up for the woman.

"Commander, what are you doing?" the kitten asked with a furious hair.

"Sometimes what you see with your own eyes is false. If you don't know the truth, don't draw conclusions casually." After Marceau finished speaking, he lowered his head to look at the lady in front of him who was more angry than he was: "Jasting Biboer, it's been a long time since we saw him."

The one-armed lady looked pale, but seemed to recognize Marceau. Her lips trembled twice, but the gunshot wound on her chest made her unable to speak.

Marceau smiled and photographed her treating her serious injuries, and then handed her hands to the kitten. The kitten immediately smiled and handed over the musket on her waist: "Healing it and killing it, Commander, you really know how to play."

...Is this kitten brainless?

Marceau looked at the kitten with an awkward look, and the latter had no sense of being a fool at all.

Forget it, after taking the musket, Marso turned his head and looked at the gentleman: "It's expensive... Forget it, I'm not interested in the traitor's surname."

"Your Excellency! What are you talking nonsense? He is a traitor!" The gentleman pointed at the lady on the ground.

"A Grey Eagle is a despicable slave trader, or a complacent businessman, or a crazy believer who finally has his ideas, but they can't be a traitor." After Marceau finished speaking, a detective spread widened from his feet, raised a musket to point at the man. Marceau smiled: "Now, tell the truth."

The gentleman was silent for a moment, then smiled: "You actually know the Gray Eagle, it's really curious, okay, like you said, but now she's in my hands."

"...What should the children do?" Marceau asked with a calm expression.

"There are no children to have children, and if their lives are gone, everything is over." The gentleman replied with a smile.

Until then, the youngest child, who had been covering his mouth, finally started to cry.

The gentleman subconsciously glanced at his child.

Marceau pulled the trigger of the musket in his hand.

A nine-mm bullet drilled into the gentleman's forehead, and then turned his entire back of his brain and his brain tissue into a shattered fur flying in the air.

The lady in his arms fell down with him. Marceau pursed her mouth and signaled the half-baby who had run down the pit to pick up the two cubs. Then she turned around and reached out to drag Ms. Jiasting, who had already recovered, from the ground.

"I never thought that there would be such a day for me to meet you again at this moment... Thank you." Although the lady was out of danger, her face was still a little pale.

"I once told your superior that if I see you again, I will definitely kill you." Marceau smiled, then turned the musket back and handed it to the kitten's hand: "But in the end I found that I still couldn't point the gun at a loyal gray eagle...I forgive you, Ms. Garsting."

"Thank you..." The woman said and rubbed her nose: "I never thought that there would be a day of forgiveness."

"You have waited, so people still have to have dreams, because if they can realize it, they will make a profit, right?" Before they finished speaking, the two were interrupted by the sound of the horn of the new Eden coming from behind.

"It looks like we're coming to new guests! You guys take Mrs. Link and her children to the back. By the way, don't forget this lady," Marceau said too much, noticing that the one-armed Greyhawk did not choose to back down.

"Aren't you leaving?"

"Why do you have to leave? It's enough for your protection from the lady and the children. My mission has been completed." Speaking of this, she glanced at the gentleman who was lying at the bottom of the pit: "I have completed my mission."
Chapter completed!