Walking in the rain, Marceau thought about what might happen next—although the rain was heavy, if it really had to be about the impact on the camp of the living and the undead, it would definitely be that the living would be more affected and more unpleasant.

After all, the undead are dead creatures, and no matter how heavy the rain is, it will not affect their vision, and in the face of such rain, unless a leather armor like Marceau has a legendary material, otherwise ordinary leather armor will only take a few hours and will not be able to wear it at all - the leather armor that has been penetrated by water is no longer the armor of the living, but the torture instrument that binds the living, and the sudden increase in weight is unbearable even for big players, not to mention the physique like a steppe elf.

Of course, some people will say that leather armor can be waterproof with technology, and Marceau can only say please, there is no process in the game that can make an ordinary leather armor 100% waterproof, except for magic...... But magic doesn't come cheap, whether it's scrolls, enchantments, or whatever, and that's enough money for players to buy a few more pieces of the same style of equipment. So unless the material itself is waterproof, no one will waterproof the leather armor.

The undead don't have such troubles, for their cannon fodder, leather armor or chain mail are just 'carry-on' items, and the elite don't need to think about leather armor at all - the Bone Lich always likes their robes, the heavy armor units like the Black Knight always wear sheet metal armor, and even the leather armor units like the Infiltrator usually prefer to use their natural armor with hardened skin.

All in all, the Undead have a lot of advantages over the Living Faction, so Marceau always has a lot of respect for the players who fought in the Living Camp until the final battle in the First Open Era - because these players never flinched.

As he was thinking this, Marceau stepped on a splinter under his feet. The small fragment made the kitten stop, leaned down to pick up the fragment, and found that it was a bluestone fragment, and there was still moss on it.

Glancing at the support building on his side, and then at the ruins across the street, Marceau came to the ruins. Looking at the many bluestones in the wreckage in front of him, Marceau, who turned around, turned on his gray vision, and saw a faint red trace stretching all the way to the town in front of the ruins behind him.

"What an uninvited guest...... "Marceau frowned, and the kitten held the long knife scabbard in his left hand and walked all the way down the red marks, which did not dissipate under the pouring rain, which made Marceau more and more alert.

Only the undead who are strong enough will have such a strong aura of their own. Marceau gave herself Bear's Endurance, Bull's Strength, and Owl's Wisdom, as well as Resist Energy Damage: Negative Energy.

Infiltrators are proficient in daggers and a variety of negative energy damage spells, and this is a dangerous situation that must be prepared for battle - due to the discovery of invisible enemy targets, Marceau is now unable to notify anyone through the guò commander channel, nor can she use the squad channel, which is a system restriction for players...... Unless offline.

But Marceau is the commander and can't make a move to go offline, and the player goes offline in this situation. That's the equivalent of hosting your account with an NPC for a full eight hours - enough time for the player to die countless times during that time. And that's just the case in the copy. If it is a large PVP occasion, the player must personally sound the alarm, otherwise unless he dies, he will lose the game character once he logs out of the game.

This is a kind of protection for the stealth class, after all, this game is honestly a bit malicious to the stealth class, and many races, classes, and spells can counter the stalker.

Marceau walked down the street for a while. The first victim was found, a female priest, who lay motionless on the ground, and the kitten first confirmed the wound on her back—a slender wound that had been driven into the heart through the gap in the ring mail on her back, an armor-piercing cone. Turning over the corpse, the blood on the ground had faded into the dim vision of the kitten.

Glancing at the umbrella next to the corpse, Marceau didn't know why the priest had come out of the treatment station or where she was going, but the infiltrator's assassination had told the catcubs that the sneaking killers didn't care if their whereabouts were exposed.

Getting up, Marceau looked at the end of the red mark in the rain curtain, looking at the red figure, the cat cub sighed, then turned around and let the armor-piercing cone stabbed behind him, the long knife in his hand stabbed into the eye socket of the infiltrator's evil skull with the scabbard, the sterling silver ornament on the tail of the scabbard is very beautiful, but today it is a deadly design, the infiltrator stepped back sharply, Marceau pulled the knife out of the sheath at this time, turned around and slashed the long knife open the infiltrator's chest, after destroying the soul stone, the infiltrator fell silent, and finally turned into a real dry bone.

Pushing the body away, Marceau turned, and the red figure was gone, leaving only traces leading into the distance, while the three infiltrators it left behind began to attack the kitten cub without a word.

In the face of the infiltrator's attack, the cat cub used the scabbard to open the armor-piercing cone that stabbed at him in the hand of the first infiltrator, and then the long knife in his right hand moved at two small angles in a row to remove the crossbow arrows that rushed in the face, and the second infiltrator's attack was in vain.

The third infiltrator had already rushed to the left side of the kitten, and when it tried to attack from behind, it ran into an opponent who dodged its attack sideways, and Marceau turned around and knocked the infiltrator to the ground with her scabbard, and then the long knife once again flicked away the first infiltrator's armor-piercing cone, and at the same time swung the scabbard to open the third crossbow arrow, breaking the arm bone of the first infiltrator.

The water elemental, who had been following Marceau, shattered the crossbow in the second infiltrator's hand with a single shot of the ice spear, and then the water elemental began to smash the third infiltrator on the ground with his elemental arm, knocking out the latter who had already struggled to get up again.

Without the flying bolts, Marceau slashed the first infiltrator with a single sword, and after the blade sliced through the soul stone, Marceau quickly walked to the third infiltrator who was still on the ground, and nailed the infiltrator to the ground with his long upside-down knife.

The second infiltrator turned to flee, and the kitten raised its left arm flat, and a burst of one-headed bullets pierced through the rain curtain, and at a distance of seventy-two yards, one shot missed, one pierced its chest, and shattered its skull, and the undead body's body faded red in Marceau's gray vision.

Putting the knife into its sheath, Marceau picked up two armor-piercing cones and used them to make a point in front of the infiltrator's corpse - the point was the direction where the red mark would eventually disappear into the rain curtain.

Pulling down the hood that had been lifted from the battle, Marceau strode over to the place where the figure had disappeared.

"I really hate the rain. (To be continued......)

PS: Super tired......