Jumped off the roof, the long sword penetrated the chest of the zombie under his feet from top to bottom, nailing it to the ground... Well, how to say it, Marceau was honest and could not give a complete correct evidence to the zombie with cysts and deterioration all over his body, and the diseased zombie was completely correct. After all, the cat had never played Warhammer Century. This game was different from Ayarok. The latter could also allow minors to come in and play. The former had exceeded the latter by several orders of magnitude alone, so Marceau had never played it at all, and when his father Nurg took people to open a party in his previous life, he did not put the venue.

They chose the East Continent to open a venue in the New Eden of the Western Continent, but they encountered players who were formed by ribs and bones. A filial son under the name of a kind father was beaten up. The plague and pain were completely invalid for the Western Continent players who used the undead templates. Moreover, the grandfather of the cat is a god of death. Nurg's battle can be said to be extremely depressed. Not to mention the heavy losses, there was also a big demon who was directly pressed to death by the cat's grandfather on the battlefield at home. These high-ranking gods of Ayarok have never been cowardly. The Anonymous Master tearing the blood god clones with his hand are not unaware of the live broadcast of the cat's live broadcast.

From the random thoughts, the cat stood up and pulled it up. The long sword that was slashed by Xin with his left arm, turned right in place, and the piercing blade popped out with his right hand stabbed into the waist of the living corpse. The sacred impact made the undead kneel on the ground with a scream. Marceau, who had no time to care about him, pulled out a musket from the waist of the living corpse. The thing that was a player during his lifetime did not pull it out. It seemed that his combat instinct was really only left.

He raised the gun and pulled the trigger. The lead bullet penetrated the forehead of his third zombie. Most of the zombies with a skull that were crushed to pieces and knelt down directly, and then fell to the ground and had an intimate contact with the land under each other's feet.

Dropped the musket, Marceau turned to the right, and let the chopped axe, and then the left hand stabbing blade was sent into the chest of the brainless zombie. The zombie that failed to pass the identification began to have a spectacular moment. It was wrapped in holy flames and knelt on the ground, and Marceau took out a flying axe from behind its waist and threw it on the head of the zombie that was pressing the city guards on the ground.

"Get up by yourself." After glanced at the city guards, Marceau turned around and walked to the zombie that was nailed to the ground by his long knife, stomped its fragile skull with one foot, and then pulled out the long knife from the ground.

The city guard finally got up at this time. He knelt in front of the corpse that had become a sacred torch, and knelt down and cried loudly. The young city guard obviously lost his last companion... and his last relatives.

Zhiqiu had already started to climb the city wall at this time: "Brother Marceau! Is it okay if I just have to look over there when I go up?!"

"That's right, right. Don't forget to take good care of yourself." After Marceau finished speaking, he smiled at a group of city guards running over from the other end of the gate, and then squatted down and let the zombies grab the zombies. At the same time, the long sword raised up perfectly divided the corpse into two halves. He turned his head and cast a sharp-toothed whirlwind (h): Then he saw that the living zombies were like being cut by a knife. The basic effect of this spell was to cause 3d8 damage to all creatures in the range in each round. Marceau used his superpower to give it an extremely effective and delayed effect, so the entire front street was under the control of the cyclone. Neither the zombies nor the cysts could break through the "mouth" part composed of the cyclone.

Although there are two alleys close to the city walls on both sides, the cats and dogs that ran out here obviously could not hurt Marceau, and there was no need for Marceau to take action. The city guards had already taken over the defense. One of the guys who seemed to be the person in charge walked up to Marceau: "Thank you, a foreigner."

"You're welcome. I want to find my friends. By the way, have you seen a pair of prairie elves paladins and a prairie elves sorcerer?" asked Marceau.

The person in charge shook, but he pointed to the city guards on the other side: "They are from another patrol, maybe they will know."

So Marceau came to them, but still couldn't get new news. The cat could only sigh, then walked to the other end of the city gate, looking at the street in front of him and the harbor under the ramp in the distance... In fifteen minutes, Marceau set a time for himself. Gaga and Zhiqiu were both here. It would be fine if he was alone. Even if he was dead, it should be, but Marceau felt that he should not let the two children die with him.

Just as he was thinking this, Marceau suddenly heard Zhiqiu's shout: "Someone ran up from the alley on the right side!"

Marceau ran to his right hand in two steps in three steps. At the entrance of the alley, he saw a bunch of big men. These city guards were either holding children or dragging the injured to run past Marceau, and then a team of grassland elves paladins. One of the paladins wearing a full-covered helmet also said "huh". Marceau ignored this guy because he was already breathless when he saw the run, but he still tried hard to run towards his Mingmei and Mingen, and the cat immediately met them.

"Masce!" Mingen hugged Masce with his mouth puffed, and the cat picked her up, then looked at Mingmei: "It's great to see you."

"Well, we are very happy too, Marceau." Mingmei nodded, then looked at her sister holding the cat's neck: "Let's go quickly, strange undead are everywhere in the east of the city. Mr. Paladin said that this is very likely an invasion of an alien plane."

"Yes, once an invasion, we must rush to the temple area, only there is enough defense." Seeing Marceau and the two girls return to the city gate, the Paladin commander had gathered all the city guards. After speaking, he looked at Marceau: "You are Marceau, I have seen you in the church garden."

"Yes, sir." Marceau nodded.

"It seems that my compatriots are lucky. They can accompany you with a kitten like you... But let her go. We know you can fight, so let go of them, how about you kill these monsters."

Although I really want to tell this person that this cat does not need endurance value now, it is also the kindness of the elders in any case. However, before Marceau has yet to say that Mingen has taken the initiative to jump out of Marceau's arms. The girl stood on tiptoe with satisfaction and kissed Marceau's dry face: "I don't mind these external changes that Annie said she wouldn't mind."

Marceau was a little embarrassed. Zhiqiu ran down at this time, and one sentence just resolved the cat's embarrassment: "There are so many undead! They are rushing up!"
Chapter completed!