"Marceau, how does the snow feel?" As soon as he jumped off the battle boat, Jing Yan's first sentence was nothing else. Instead, it mentioned that this damn winter and its damn by-products. For any minor cat who lives in the Selen River with normal brains and grooves, winter is a season for minor cats to be uncomfortable. If possible, minor cats will be as far away from the cold zone and the winter as possible as possible. Of course, this chill will not be a big problem when you become an adult.

Of course, in everyone's eyes, Marceau's age is not considered an adult, at most a half-year-old child. But in Marceau's own eyes, he is already an adult, and the winter simulation training he has experienced since childhood has made the cats get used to winter. Moreover, Marceau has a red dragon leather robe that can completely avoid taking winter and cold seriously.

"It feels a bit unexpectedly comfortable." Marceau replied with a smile.

"That's the best. A mixed-race child like you is indeed more accustomed to winter than our Aboriginals of the Sailun River." As he said, Jing Yan moved a gun bag from the combat boat, and then he threw it into the cat's arms: "You and Youjiu are responsible for hunting it, and we will cover you."

“What’s the long time?”

"She is on the next batch of boats two minutes later. I heard that she was still sleeping when she went online, this little lazy person." Jing Yan picked up his gun bag: "Now let's go to the front line command post first."

"By the way, Jing Yan, you haven't told me what the hell is." Marceau took the gun bag and carried it on his shoulder.

"Let's take a look at this. It's a reconnaissance scene taken by the druid team before they were killed." Jing Yan gave an address, Marceau opened, and a video window jumped out in front of the cat. The content inside happened to be that the druids began to drop in height, and then the scene began to become clearer. Just as the druids fell down the height again, a skeleton head suddenly walked out of the house, and it raised its head. The red soul fire escaped from its eye sockets. The next second it raised its hand, and an ice ray hit the druid. The unlucky player directly "disintegrated" in the air. Then the video ended.

"I don't know where the bone lich came from. The best thing now is that this bone lich was produced by our original plane, and the most terrifying answer is... do you think it may come from the outer undead plane?"

Marceau asked, and Jing Yan nodded to this. The prairie elf god sighed: "According to the previous haunted house, I have to make the worst plans and associations."

"...Yes." When I thought of the revitalized haunted house, Marceau felt that this matter was not that simple: "Is there any clue about what those npcs came from?"

"I asked NPC and found that there was indeed a clue. A team of 'Selected' combat mages had previously announced to the Temple District that they were hunting for a group of witches... Are 'Selected'?" Marceau suddenly understood why he could see them in the city. It turned out that they were entering the city after the notice. These guys should be moderates... In fact, no matter what faction it is, the spellcasters have the same belief in these guys who believe in evil gods.

After all, the dark age caused too much pain in the entire continent. The killing of the undead without distinction also pushed all creatures in the entire plane down to the enemy's position. Although kindness and evil have never been dealt with, at least in terms of dealing with the evil gods, the two camps can definitely work together with their noses.

"It seems you know what the 'selected person' is."

"Yes, the Heavenly Selected Mages...order, the power of all things, Yang and I have seen these guys." Marceau replied.

Jing Yan laughed: "After you said this, I really remembered it. I saw that video and came back. Why did you choose the East Continent? I think if you choose the West Continent, you will at least be a son of god."

"And then when faced with those intrigues, they will be disliked by the owners when they go offline every day?" Marceau retorted with a smile: "Don't be stupid. Jing Yan, the kitten man is a little more natural, but that's not stupid."

Jing Yan laughed, and the little guy and the cats walked through the bushes and saw a small command outpost being established: "I asked the Earth War Chapter to arrange this town, which is the easternmost part of the Blood Crown Control Area. We will rely on this town to start a formal siege. Our purpose is to eliminate all the power of Blood Crown and completely liberate all villages and towns in this area. Therefore, I have issued an order for a joint battle. Several nearby Big Catman and Kitten Man battle groups will come according to the covenant, and there are three Big Elf battle groups of Shisher, and these pointed ears will arrive in twelve hours."

"That's good. The more friends we have, the more likely we will be to achieve our battle. All famous generals who fight with less are either not deep enough in the enemy's brain trough or too much artistic processing." Marceau followed Jing Yan and walked into the command outpost.

Jing Yan and a fat man sitting in front of the fire waved: "Mr. Carmen, you are fat again."

"Oh, your lovely Prince Jing Yan, can you stop talking about your Uncle Carmen like that?" The middle-aged fat man saw Marceau when he said this: "This is what you often call Marceau."

"Yes, Marceau, come and let me introduce you to the leader of the two battles, Carmen Kagand, the leader of the two battles, "Tutan's Carmen" and "Kagand's Beard".

"Kargand is my father's surname, and Carmen is my mother's surname. The two of them inherited the battle group." The middle-aged fat man grinned and said, "At that time, my father's regiment was in the southern camp of the third opening era, and my mother's regiment was in the northern camp of the Eastern Continent, and the two were not acquainted."

"It's really fate." Marceau nodded with a smile.

"Yes, it is fate that my father and mother can get together, and it is also fate that I can meet you. The problem now is that I heard that someone wants to destroy our fate and this beautiful world... I think we have to make him unlucky."

"Yes, no matter who it is, he will be in trouble, otherwise we and those innocent people will be in trouble." Jing Yan said, holding a bottle of milk by the fire and handing it to Marceau.

Marceau took the milk and drank it down. The fat man's inspiration was white. He definitely didn't look like a drugged ball. Moreover, with Jing Yan as a protector, what else can a cat be afraid of?

"Now how do you plan to deal with that rib?" asked the fat man.

"Of course I beat it to death."

The sound from outside the outpost made Marso turn his head and saw Youjiu standing there, wearing a cold-proof suit and a gray-white camouflage-like auspicious suit. The girl who looked a little "fat" smiled at Marso.

"Marceau, I'm here."

"Well, welcome to join this battle of revenge for friends, hunters." The words Marceau said were the catchphrase of the proxies of the god of revenge.

"Patience and confidence are our best friends." Youjiu said another catchphrase.
Chapter completed!