When the Black Knights team led the ghouls to the southern defense zone of Vardaha Town, Masso was already standing in the middle of the defense line. As the commander, he must be here. The Black Knight is not a small minion. Some high-level black knights with elite templates have their own fear aura. Those players who fail to identify will be afraid or shocked for several rounds.

Whether in the game battle or in the real battlefield, a second body is often fatal, so Marceau must stand on the defense line and use his halo to cover the entire squadron, so that players can have more ability to pass the identification when facing the possible aura of fear.

Half of the squadron under Ronilala's name used long-barreled musket hunters standing on the small slopes on both sides of the back of the defense line. The elves of the grassland were in high morale. The Terr and the Garoles had the cutest appearance, the most stubborn temper and the most fearless courage. They were able to hold a high position on the small slope and hug the fire. It was a pleasant thing for them and the other teams that covered them.

After walking around the defense line for a while, one of the riders ran over with a negotiating flag. Although it was not enough in many cases, at least when facing such a defense line, these undead seemed to want to make a confirmation.

The players did not shoot any jokes. What everyone is here for is to hold back the footsteps of these undeads. They want to negotiate and let it come. Although this did not happen in the first week, the players with the big heart didn't care at all.

Marceau didn't care. As the highest commander of this area, he watched the black knight trot and trot at about fifty yards away from the formation. The black knight pulled out the long sword from his waist and inserted it into the land. Then he came to the formation with a negotiating flag.

The black knight was holding a skeleton head, so Marceau could not hear its words, and could only use consciousness to "feel" it in a simple way, that is, the dialogue between the soul, and never use a mouth.

‘The army of the deceased tide is coming in a flash. Why do you still block the road and escape? Let you have a way out today.’ The soul fire in the eyes of the Black Knight kept rolling, and this small move made Marceau know. This must have been possessed, and a legendary or even higher-level bone lich might be observing Marceau.

Because it is a 'full channel broadcast', many players on the defense turned around and looked at Marceau, as if waiting for Marceau, who is the commander, to answer.

Regarding this remark, Marceau shrugged: "It's very simple to think about going over, just step over our bodies."

"Weak! Don't be ungrateful!" The commander behind the scenes who controlled the Black Knight was so 'roaring'.

"It seems that there is no common language between us. The dead, take your so-called generosity and compassion to welcome the true death." In response to this statement, Marceau raised his left hand and fired three single-headed bullets directly shattered the black knight's skull and the soul stones in it.

Kill this 'stand' and noticed that the ghouls pressed before they started to press Marceau began to issue orders: "Be ready for the silver grenade! Put the one-handed musket and dagger in the most convenient and easy position for you to take out! The priest is ready to cast the light of the heavens on the items they had prepared before! And cast the anti-evil magic array in the previously marked areas!"

"Have you heard the commander's orders? Pastors act!"

"The spearmen are all here! Your mission is to form a gun array under the slope of the little guy!"

"All dwarf shield guards stand in front of the spearmen! Prepare to counterattack!"

The squadron commanders were giving orders loudly. Marceau also heard the voice of Orosia. The guy was commanding a team of musketeers in the team to go to the flank according to the previously arranged position. He specially left a path for the black knights who liked to attack on the flank, but at the same time he also arranged a lot of traps. From the small hole where the foot was trapped to the rope of the tripping rope, considering that the path was not wide, Marceau just asked them to arrange the roadside ied that players liked.

This small device is enough to collapse any non-legacy undead that exists in its killing fan into the sky. If it is powdered with sterling silver, even the legendary undead will not be able to take it.

The ghouls' charge journey was not smooth. From the beginning, they had to climb up and down in the ruins. At the same time, they had to endure the "baptism" of grassland elves hunters and some concentrated wind elves longbowers. After getting closer, the idle and boring melee professions used crossbows to shoot ghouls.

If these can be endured by the ghouls, then when they rushed into the illumination range of the light of the heavens, Masso's perception can clearly see that the first row of ghouls were directly evolved as soon as they entered the range. Although Yang was not there, the priests of the grassland elves were really good at beating all kinds of undeads. One of the lights of the heavens could directly purify the ghouls when they entered the range of 60 yards.

By the time the ghouls received the order to start circumventing the light of the heavenly kingdom, their losses had reached 40%. The losses of nearly 800 ghouls once again proved that when they had a complete defense system, ghouls and ghouls could not break through the defense line of living people even if they were of a scale.

"The Black Knight seems to have begun to act." Ronilara, who was standing next to Marceau, pointed to the back of the ghoul.

"That's right...but why do I feel that these guys don't seem to want to attack?" Marceau watched the black knights ride around the horses, and finally turned around and left. The gargoyles in the sky did not make any contributions under the "care of the battle mages". Instead, they were killed two of them, so they ran away.

When the remaining ghouls rely on instinct to bypass the defense line of the light of the heavens, their losses were nearly 70%. Most of the remaining ghouls were injured. These ghouls and ghouls eventually died in front of the spear formation, resulting in only seventeen wounded people. The only dead person was a dwarf shield guard. The one-handed musket in the latter's hand seemed to have not been maintained for a long time. Therefore, the moment the trigger was pulled, the blasted musket sent a piece of fragment into its skull through its eye sockets, and it was very standard to die directly.

Marceau was not happy because the undead was not stupid. Ghouls and ghouls were just consumables for them. After these guys ran away, they would definitely bring more ghouls and ghouls, and other units... The next battle was the real trouble.

Thinking of this, Marceau turned around and looked at Ronilala: "Go and tell everyone that now is not the time to celebrate victory. Drag the ghouls' bodies away and burn them, and then prepare for the next battle."

"I know, Marceau, I'll inform them." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!