When Marceau saw the beach of Charan Island, the entire beach, from east to west, was in a state of war.

Human players rode on small boats and rushed to the beach with dozens of group units; the prairie elves' traffic boats were hung with their comrades on both sides of the plane landing; in addition to bombs, those heavy combat boats also had large wooden boxes hanging on their abdomen, filled with kittens of various furs, and people were doing express delivery services. The water elves who rushed over from somewhere were driving various marine creatures to transport supplies to the beach, and sometimes they would also send kittens full of whale-backed ones to the shallows.

Mrs. Lily was continuously deploying combat mages, with a floating magic circle on the mothership. The combat mages could fight in the sky even if they had not learned flying skills. From time to time, a team of grassland elves fighting mages filled with floating missile bays flew over the cat's head. The gargoyles on the opposite side had no advantage in front of a large number of combat mages.

"Don't move forward anymore. The close-range sea is the exclusive navigation area for shelling ships. If you are the top leader of the helper, please use a small boat to go ashore." A dispatcher sitting on the side of the traffic boat flew to the side of the ship. After the grassland elf said that, it seemed that he could not recognize Marceau and his group at all: "By the way, remember to obey the commander after going up, otherwise be careful that the commander will throw you guys into the sea to feed the fish."

"Wow, Master Commander, is it Mrs. Lily?" Varenko asked his friend.

"Obviously not. If it were that lady, wouldn't it be more effective to just say the name?" Davahiri shrugged.

Geralt looked at the beach, and the legendary witch hunter sighed: "Looking at this scene will remind you of the day decades ago, and tens of thousands of foreigners rushed to the city walls controlled by the evil gods in the outer plane... These fearless guys are like their predecessors."

In response to this, Marceau jumped onto the boat first and picked up his dinghy: "Set out! Take action freely after getting ashore."

"It's hell!" The commander of the kitten man sailor also jumped onto the boat.

"Don't be afraid, let's face hell." After Marceau said that, a grassland elf fell into the sea beside the boat, and the blood flowing out of the wound even dyed the sea near it red.

"The bone dragon has entered the field, damn..." Marceau looked around. The bone dragon was a problem. With the current player level, the combat mages were afraid that they would use their lives to kill it.

Just as I was thinking this, I saw a team of grassland elves fighting mages rushing towards the bone dragon. Under the cover of continuous missiles, several grassland elves fighting mages rushed into the bone dragon's chest, and then there was a huge explosion. The cat saw the bone dragon wailing and began to collapse.

Are these little things that are soaking in the silver fish? Are you crazy about these little things?

With such questions, before the boat could get on the beach, the cat jumped out of the boat and trekked up the beach from the waist-deep sea. The bodies of the dead were everywhere along the way, and there were even layers of the dead on the beach. Some of the corpses were soaked and they were rushing up from the sea.

An inflammation exploded around the cat, causing a lot of blood to burst out. While pouring the cat's head, it almost exploded the cat's ear nests, thanks to its current semi-undead state.

"Hey, you're here just right! Come with us!" After a team of kitten warriors rushed past Marceau's side, a leader came back: "By the way, I said, are you still you?"

"It's me." Marceau nodded.

"That's good, come with us. I heard that a team of crown masters came over there. Fang Erduo's melee team had all died. I heard that even the musketeers had bayonets." After saying that, the kitten slapped Marceau and said, "Come on!"

So Marceau ran with the team of kittens, and the team of kittens was gathering along the way. Soon, a team of cat girls holding a battle flag ran in front. Marceau recognized the sword emblem on the flag, which was the battle flag of the Sorenta family.

There was still some distance from the front, and the battle flag suddenly stopped, and then it was raised high by her: "Fight!"

The kittens immediately lined up shoulder to shoulder. Marceau stood in the first row. Not far away, the slaughter of the prairie elves by the Lords of the Crowns had come to an end. The last few teams of grassland elves fought desperately on the mound. Marceau looked at the cat girl, who pointed the battle flag forward: "The little boys of the Sorenta family! Go forward!"

The Kitten Players drank the holy water and took the sacred weapon scroll on their respective weapons. Then all the kittens on the entire front took a step together. Marceau felt that there was a fire in his heart, just as he fought with the Legion of New Eden in the wilderness of Paroonst.

As the distance approaches, the kittens people's pace is also accelerating. Finally, the kittens people start running. Before approaching, Marceau instantly sent the blessing package of Storm Sage's "Sage's Battle Poems", the regional blessing at the battle group level, plus four strength, plus four constitutions and four agility were instantly photographed on all comrades on the entire front. Then Marceau opened the aura "Storm Will", a halo with a radius of 120 yards, and all friendly forces in the aura were more than 2 identification.

"It's the wise! Who's the wise?" the cat girl asked loudly, "Sage! Go back quickly! This is not your place to show off!"

Marceau was silent, and did not want to be used as a protection object by his kind of person, running. Finally, he raised his shield and rushed into the undead's front with his kind.

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Hearing that there was a line of defense that was broken, Annie trotted to the scene and found that it had been recaptured. There were corpses of kittens and dead spirits everywhere. Judging from the number of corpses on the ground, it was about one to five exchange ratios. It sounded like the kitten was suffering a loss, but considering the large number of wreckages of the Crown Lord on the ground, the kitten had actually made a relatively beautiful exchange ratio, which is worthy of being a combat race. Even if many of the players in these battle groups are half-large cubs, they are so capable of fighting.

As a helper, Anne helped an injured cat girl to the side of the track car and sit on the back of the track car to put the body in a more suitable way, at least not to worry about falling out.

"Thank you, Miss Anne." The cat girl thanked Youjiu.

This made Youjiu feel a little embarrassed: "How come you know my name too."

"It's not news that one can beat among the kitten people, but one can beat in their sharp ears is also big news." The cat girl replied with a smile, then she took a breath and her leg broke. The smile just now seemed to have pulled the wound, this unlucky guy.

Anne patted her on the shoulder: "Get back, your fellow citizens are here, so there is no need to worry about anything."

"Yes." Hearing Annie's comfort, the cat girl smiled proudly: "A brave little cub in my tribe is here, he is still a sage. Although I still cannot confirm his identity, this is a kind of person who can only fight. I am very relieved to have him here."

After hearing this, Anne watched the retreat with other injured kittens, turned her head to look at the defense line, and happened to see a hairless cat sitting on a crown lord holding her head, taking off one boot and falling down the sand.
Chapter completed!