Standing at the top of the bell tower, the street burning at Mo Qingyu's feet, this barricade belonging to the central area is fighting against the filial sons of Nurg. They wanted to attack head-on, but the bullets and arrows shot from behind the barricade were shot and the silver-skinned and blessed arrows and bullets were no different from those of humans for evil creatures. So after losing hundreds of similar types, the filial sons chose to attack from the side of the barricade to tear down the walls of the house.

Later they attacked the barricade, but they encountered the Fahir people who would never give up. The mages and alchemists smashed various purification arrays and potions. The citizens picked up swords and muskets, and used the strength of Marceau imagined to hit these evil minions. The battle boats dropped supplies and rushed to send children out of the barricade. From the first opening era, sending children out of danger is the most priority for the entire Big 6 living people when facing danger.

"It's really strange that the number of zombies in the central area is obviously more than other areas. From the appearance, it looks the same as what you said." Mo Qingyu looked at the battle in front of him. As a snooping reconnaissance, Mo Qingyu did not want to join the battle below. In her opinion, the mission is the first priority and any irrational behavior must be stopped.

"Do you want to go to that square to take a look?" asked Masce, who was squatting beside him, while shooting Nurg's filial son under his feet with a musket.

"No problem, let's go."

Marceau walked ahead, and the road he led was not the usual road, but for Mo Qingyu, whether walking on the rope or jumping through the gap, it was a simple skill for her. For Marceau, Mo Qingyu was relieved. This kitten won her trust with his kindness, innocent selflessness and loyalty to this plane, but it was just trust, because Mo Qingyu believed deeply that no man in this world can make her respect except for elders and fathers.

There is also love. Moreover, Marceau is still the cat that the little girl likes. Mo Qingyu thinks that this little guy will obviously not disturb the girls he has to face like those crazy bees and butterflies. From Mo Qingyu's perspective, in two years, I'm afraid that this little guy will have a colorful life every night. At that time, I'm afraid that even the little girls will not be able to solve it. I think it's even more impossible to disturb an older single-female young man who is older than him.

"It's right here, Sister Mo, look." Standing far away on the roof of the house near the road, Masso pointed out the way for her. Mo Qingyu saw a crazy summoning scene. As a female player who had lived one round faster than Masso, Mo Qingyu had fought with the Nurg's miscellaneous people in the warhammer. Because she immediately confirmed that the summoning scene was definitely a great demon. As for which one it was, it was still difficult to confirm, but Mo Qingyu felt that she had found this.

Why do some Nurgle's miscellaneous parts guard the central area? Wait until the great demon is summoned? These madmen can definitely harvest half of the innocent souls of Fashir before the reinforcements of the living people arrive. It is said that Ayarok is a brand new hunting ground for the evil gods. The souls here are more delicious than any plane. I think it's enough to make Nurgle pay the price of a big demon dying in Ayarok to harvest tens of thousands of souls at a time. This should be the worst loss of the living camp after the first opening. Just look?

"We must stop this summoning, Marceau, let's go, remember this position, we are going to summon the battle boat to take us. Tell all the aborigines that have been born in this position to completely destroy this summoning, otherwise the great demon of Nurgle will pass through the crystal wall system that he could not penetrate to come to this city. With its leadership and guidance, these Nurgle's miscellaneous pieces will be even more terrible and evil."

After saying that, Mo Qingyu turned around first. He heard the sound of cat footsteps coming from behind him: "Sister Mo, are we going now? Don't you check the seal?"

"Believe me, Marceau, compared to the Great Demon. As long as the evil in the seal is not the Undead Lord, then compared to the Great Demon, the unlucky in the seal is probably as harmless as a cute pet." Mo Qingyu deeply understood how terrible a great demon is. Nurgle is usually a very huge and swelling and rotting demon. These natural impurities will lead his legion with loud praise and exaggerated coaxing. His existence is equivalent to an endless plague. It will focus on all aspects of his subordinates who can manage. These perverted miscellaneous parts can get joy from the smallest sore boil of his subordinates, and can also intoxicate with their various terrible pussies. In short, such an impurgent great demon is extremely similar to Nurgle in terms of appearance and personality.

Their body is round and generally has a height of at least several grassland elves. Some terrifying demons are even bigger and more terrifying. Their bodies have cracked and rotten wounds. Mo Qingyu has seen their walking. The nauseous wounds and the internal organs that can be seen directly on their strolls can even see their tumbling ugly behavior. Their lymph glands sprayed out from his green dense part and could turn into groups of miniature nerfs. In addition to indicating their movement route, the venom gushed out of the foul wound also caused double damage to all living people. If anyone can touch these venoms and survive, basically no mortal can survive after touching these venoms.

It takes at least dozens of times of sacrifice to kill an unclean demon, because when it spreads disease, decay and pain, the "energy" of "pleasure" will fill these impure demons and let them face "pleasure". Anyone who can oppose and block their great plan of Nurgur will make it provoke its incomparable anger. Although these giant monsters move clumsy and slow, no one will ever doubt that these psychopaths, madmen and carriers of pain can fight against the most intense firepower and the most unimaginable resistance with their staggering steps.

Mo Qingyu felt that neither herself nor Marceau could face such a terrible evil at this time, whether it was under the care of the seal or waiting for a mature arrival in the outer plane.

"The best way to purify Mar when facing evil is to make them never exist." Mo Qingyu sighed as she said.

Then she heard a rough laugh that reached her heart. She turned her head to look at the central area and saw a pillar of light that reached the sky.

"Ah, it looks like the guests are coming again uninvited." Marceau also slowed down.

"There is not much time left for us." Mo Qingyu said, and ran up the rope leading to the south of the avenue in front of him: "Masuo, take action." (To be continued.)

ps: The tonsils were completely exploded today. Let me take a few days of medicine to recuperate and adjust it and feel dizzy.
Chapter completed!