"My disciple, what are you thinking about? . The fastest update." The old witch hunter pulled out his long sword from the chest of the champion warrior in front of him. The old witch hunter turned his head and looked at the main peak in the distance. From the beginning to now, Lanxia Island has welcomed three waves of self-righteous masters, first of which were the ribs on the dead plane, then the parrots from Xin Lie's family. Now, the terrifying champion warriors are on the stage. I don't know what else will appear in front of their eyes next, and the old witch hunter who appears a little worried.

Compared to the troubles of the elderly, Marceau of the young group pushed down the champion samurai who was kneeling in front of him, and the headless body fell heavily to the ground. He glanced at the old witch hunter: "Old man, are you okay?"

"No big or small." The old man smiled and cursed. Although this little thing sounded rude, who could still stick to that truth in this damn battlefield? On this land, there are only the elders and juniors who lost their heads? It was just a corpse that fell on the roadside.

"These guys who are terror are really good at fighting, hey, my feet." Dawahiri, who was rubbed by a nail hammer in the battle just now, jumped and sat down on the edge of the ruins. He rolled up his trouser legs: "When I was rubbed by that big guy, I thought I would be with the wheelchair for the rest of my time."

"Don't be afraid, Dawahiri, the healing magic will not let you accompany you in the wheelchair." Dawahiri's old friend said with a smile. He found a wounded man from the body: "Therapist! Come here, this kid is still angry!"

That said, it's good. Masce still had to search in the pile of corpses for a long time before finding his tail. The bullet that flew over from somewhere in the battle just now broke his tail. Fortunately, the current state of the dead man was not painful. The only problem was that the tail was not currently harsh and could not be picked up for a while. As a kitten man, Masce felt that the battle just now was really unfavorable to the dead man. Even if the bullet passed through his abdomen, it would not cause harm to the kitten. As a result, the bullet wiped nothing except breaking the tail, crossed the entire battlefield, and didn't know where it fell.

After stuffing the broken tail into his shoulder bag randomly, Marceau noticed that the new battle group was entering the field. These big men with mace hammers and shields had standard chest armor and leather armor. They should have changed their equipment when they heard the invasion of the undead. As a result, they came to Lanxia Island from thousands of miles away and suddenly found that the undead invaded the main plane had become yesterday's yellow flowers. Now the popular thing on the island is no longer the dead bones of the mace hammers, nor the mace hammers to beat parrots, but real swords, guns, terror-tortured champion warriors, various Chaos believers, and evil demons.

"But then again, when facing the champion warrior, the nail hammer is really much more useful than the long sword." Compared with sword weapons that are mainly chopping, the nail hammer causes much damage to metal armor. Whether it is the crushing damage of the hammer head or the puncture of the nail head, it is enough for the opponent to drink a pot, so even the big cat's Paladin has changed into a two-handed hammer.

"It's so terrible that you foreigners can even get into the battle group." The old guy from Dawahiri sighed: "Based on the battlefield we have walked along the way, you foreigners have already killed more than 70,000 people in this big landing field."

"Even if there are 700,000 people, we will fight and fight without hesitation." What Marceau said was a bit decisive. In the eyes of the indigenous people in the game world, foreigners (players) have always been a contradictory group. Foreigners are the saviors of this world, and they can also be gravediggers of this world. However, whether it is good or evil deeds, they are not as good as what happened on Lanxia Island today. Any player who has not gone crazy wants to stop the operation of the magic circle. In order to avoid the invasion of the entire main plane, both the famous battle group and the weak guild are contributing their own strength.

"Yes, in order to prevent the world from sliding towards the abyss, we are here to fight to the death." The commander sitting on the defense line on the corpse of the champion, shook his head when he said this. The young man who lost his left leg had lost too much blood and his face was a little pale: "My father once saved this world, and our family has no cowards, so now it's my turn to die for this world..." Speaking of this, his head drooped, and Marceau could see these legendary indigenous people falling into silence.

Marceau walked to him, poked his neck, and finally shook his head at the priest who was running over: "He is dead."

"Today, young people who fought to the death on this island for the sake of innocent are all heroes." The old witch hunter walked to the commander, took out a silver mouth, put it in his mouth, and closed his mouth for him: "He has a good foundation, and I gave him a way, hoping that he can be my old man's apprentice when he comes to this world again."

Wow, Marceau was a little surprised that the old man actually gave this big man a hidden profession. This commander could directly choose the witch hunter profession when creating a new game character. Speaking of which, although the witch hunter profession requires players to have a very solid foundation, otherwise it would be a profession that can give people a thousand miles away, but I think that even if the guy who can fight hard on Lanxia Island should have enough courage to train himself, Marceau is very optimistic about him.

"We are the 'Ron's Battleship', from the southern part of Ashby, who are taking over you." A flag-holder came out of the queue of players wearing plate armor, holding maces and shields, and he walked to Marceau: "I know you, you are Marceau, are you the commander of this battlefield now?"

"No, I am VIP. I have the key to seal my mother, but don't worry, I'm fine until now." When he said this, Marceau collected his own broken tail and made a fucking fuck. This was simply a stain of his life.

"So that's it." So the flag-holder ran to find someone. Marceau looked at him and asked all the way, and finally found the flag-holder of the battle group to which the commander belonged.

"Impossible! We will never retreat!" As Marceau thought, at this point, all the battle groups have lost their minds of retreating and resting. For players, facing real death in the legendary battle is not a feared way of death. After all, a new character now has experience value reduction before level zero to mainstream level. For players, avoiding such death is a manifestation of cowardice. "Death is not scary, what is scary is to escape." The flag-holder said: "Our battle group can continue to fight with evil, just be fine."

Later, the flag-holder of the "Ron's Battle Team" did not say anything, but returned to his battle team, and then the people from this group joined the defense line.

"I thought you were new attack forces." Marceau ran over to ask the flag-holder, who shook his head: "We are only responsible for strengthening the defense line. The commander has already drawn the Big Cats from a total of five battle groups. They will attack the mountain as commandos. At that time, we will cover their flanks, so our battle group will have two more regiments of combatants joining the battle, and they are still on the landing." The flag-holder finished speaking in one breath, shook his head with some joy: "Our battle group has always wanted to get a chance to sacrifice in the legendary battle. Speaking of which, I want to thank you, Marceau."

"...Don't thank me, I'd better thank you for your courage and perseverance. Lanxia Island is not the Moulin Rouge. This is the hell of the weak and mortals..." Marceau said, and as he paused, he watched the new human player group approaching, the cat nodded with a smile: "Welcome to everyone who muster up the courage to step into hell."

"You're welcome." The flag holder replied with a smile. He glanced at the battlefield he was in: "You've worked very hard."

"Well... it's really hard to fight." Marceau said, looking outside the defense line, more and more terror-abuse legion units were appearing at the top of the hills in the distance. The flags of the evil gods made Marceau shook his head helplessly: "I saw the enemy target."
Chapter completed!