In Marceau's memory, no matter which evil god's minion is, he will not let go of any existence that dares to challenge his authority. People like Marceau who kill and slap people in the face and rob treasures are all chased in the cat's memory, either the cat will die or they will die. Therefore, after the cat has run out for several blocks, the cat who has not chased after him still doesn't believe it, so he let Gaga fly and confirms that the filial sons of Nurg are really gone, and then understands how incomprehensible the "psychopathy" that the little thieves call.

But if they are concerned, at least they are still safe. Marceau asked Gaga to come and then walked south. The closer to the south, the number of living zombies began to increase. Marceau also killed one or two of them. Now they are completely different from those of the accomplices in the Central District. This can be seen from their physique and equipment that the living zombies that grew from their bodies have begun to use the high-level armor in the Central District. These miscellaneous troops in the South are still using armor. Marceau feels that these guys are really preparing to do a "big cause" in the Central District.

When Masce thought of this, he accelerated his pace. The defense lines of the zombies and the players outside the temple area were fierce. Ma Guo's actions passed by the battlefield through the rope between the roof immediately attracted the commander of this defense line to question: "Where did you come from! Don't leave! Your face! Call the two priests and paladins over!"

As soon as Marceau's face appeared under the torch, these players immediately exploded. However, considering that Marceau declared that he had brought news of the fallen area, in the face of this situation, the big commander could only find the Paladin and the priest to find humans or ghosts, and these two people could understand it when they came over.

The Paladin was the first to appear. When he saw Marceau's face, he directly detected evil, so the defense line was red, while Marceau was white. The Paladin took a breath and glanced at the commander: "Enster. This guy is either a good guy or a natural acting guy."

Then the priests came. The two came over to see Marceau's situation. After confirming that Marceau raised his hands, he gave the cat two healing serious injuries. If Marceau was an evil undead, these two healing serious injuries could directly become a real dead cat, but things did not go down the route that the big guys imagined. Marceau's head jumped two 48 and 99, representing the healing amount, OK. One of them also used the spell to be extremely effective.

Since even the healing magic can jump on Marceau's head, there is no doubt that people like Marceau have run out of the enemy-occupied area, but it is rare for those who are "polluted" so that they can maintain their camp. Therefore, the commander specially called the grassland elves in the temple area. After a while, a grassland elves drove a four-wheeler in front of Marceau. This is a deformation and transformation of the crawler truck made by the grassland elves in the desert environment of Sha'an. In the desert area, this heavy wheel runs faster than the crawler, and the failure rate of 100 kilometers is reduced by at least five times compared to the crawler type, and the maintenance difficulty is also low. The most important point is that this car can directly go to the sand dunes with a full throttle. 1? This is unimaginable for a crawler.

"Your Excellency, the Grand Leader of the Cultivate, heard about your news, and asked me to come and take you over to see him."

Since he had this sentence, Marceau waited for the big guys to move all the supplies on the rear mount of the car, and then sat down on the rear mount of the car.

"By the way, I haven't asked your last name yet. I don't feel like you are a rookie." As the driver drove the vehicle, Marceau asked the commander.

"Enster Ston, Dune Hot Wind Team, I've played Warhammer Century, and I've seen survivors who are more reliable than you turn the entire refuge into a playground for evil gods and lackeys." After saying that, the Knight pointed to the fire-fire rubber bag on his chest, and the meaning was very straightforward: "I didn't expect that I could see these bastards even if I changed the game."

"Thank you for your hard work." After thinking about it, Marsault could only give such an answer before getting farther and farther away from him.

"It's better to be optimistic about yourself, kitten. Not everyone can fight despair, and I don't want one day you will be chosen as a failure example of distorting your mind because of pain." After saying that, the big man turned around and walked towards the battlefield, while Marceau sat behind the fight, watching himself getting farther and farther away from the battlefield.

Through the street, soldiers and wounded were everywhere. Some patrols composed of paladins were patrolling, and the driver soon took Marceau to meet the commander of the Great Genocide. The archbishop of the temple stood together and discussed something. Seeing the driver brought Marceau, the man blinked and then left the discussion circle to greet Marceau: "Welcome, Marceau, I don't know what you have brought to us."

Seeing him and the people who stopped discussing, Marceau first took out the letter, and then the three-piece set of sacred lost objects. As soon as the Holy Eye and the Holy Convention appeared, Marceau heard the whispers of the people behind Jelala, so Marceau took off the package behind him, put it in front of him and untied the cloth strip. The appearance of the "Sacred Path Mark" made several big men take a breath of air.

"How did you find these things?" The Grand Commander Geralla seemed to be stupid, so Marceau looked at him and the people behind him with a proud look, and passed the process of his 10% artistic process from the thieves to the Nankong killing them.

"I don't know what to say, Marceau, your luck is more beneficial than your skills. Thank you!" Chief Geralla patted Marceau's arm hard: "His archbishop, please prepare a room for Mr. Marceau for him to have a good rest. I'll put these items in the core collection room of the Order."

But Marceau obviously couldn't accept such kindness: "Sorry, Master Grand Regiment, one of your commanders and his squads, as well as some city guards and my friends were trapped in a house near the east district of the city. I must go and save them. Can you give me a team of combat boats or a griffin squad that can transport personnel?"

"No problem, little guy, even if you don't have these artifacts, what you do will allow us to extend reinforcements to you, your friends, and those fearless Paladins and City Guards," said a half-elf-elf archbishop.

"Yes, Lord Anonymous is always very generous to those who are willing to help the grassland elves, and there is no doubt about this." Chief Jelala said in unison with the bishop next to him.

With this guarantee, Marceau followed the leader of Geralla to the apron and walked towards the apron. The bishop led people to the collection room. The leader of Geralla expressed his willingness to personally help Marceau and lead the friendly troops to the temple area.

When Marceau sat in the external chair of the combat boat again, the cat took a look at the time, and it was nearly two hours since he left there. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!