When the Black Knight squad arrived at the southern defense zone of Valdahar with the ghouls, Marceau was already standing in the middle of the defensive line, and he had to be here as the commander - the Black Knight was no small minions, and some high-level Black Knights with elite templates had their own fear aura, and those who could not test the will would be feared or shocked for several rounds.

Whether in the game's battles or on the real battlefield, a second of involuntary death is often fatal, so Marceau must stand on the defensive line and cover the entire squadron with her aura, so that players can have more strength in the face of the fear aura that may be stored.

Half of Ronilara's squadron of hunters with muskets with long barrels stood on the slopes on either side of the defensive line, the little things of the steppe elves were in high spirits, and the Tershan and Galol had the loveliest looks, the most stubborn tempers, and the most fearless courage, so that they were condescending to hold fire on the small slopes, and it was a pleasant thing for them and the other squads covering them.

After the Black Knights team had walked around the defensive line, one of them ran over with a negotiation flag - the high-level undead have intelligence, although it is not enough in many cases, but at least when facing such a defensive line, these undead seem to want to make a confirmation.

The players didn't shoot - what a joke, everyone was here for, just to hold back the undead, they had to negotiate and let it come, and although this didn't happen in the first week, the players with big hearts didn't care.

Marceau didn't care, as the supreme commander of this area, he watched the black knight ride his horse and trot all the way to a position about fifty yards before leaving the formation, turned over and dismounted, the black knight pulled out the long sword at his waist and inserted it into the ground, and then came to the front of the formation with the negotiation flag.

The Black Knight had a skull head on top of it, so Marceau couldn't hear it. It can only be 'felt' by consciousness – in layman's terms, by a conversation between souls, never with the mouth.

'The army of the tide of death is coming in an instant, why do you still block the way, run away, let you wait for a way to survive today.' The fire in the Black Knight's eyes kept rolling. This small gesture let Marceau know that this must be possessed, and some legendary or even higher level of the White Bone Lich may be observing Marceau.

Because it was an 'all-channel broadcast', many of the players in the defensive line turned to look at Marceau, as if waiting for Marceau's answer as the commander.

Marceau shrugged his shoulders at this remark: "Thinking about the past, it's very simple, just step past our corpses. ”

"Weak, don't be ignorant!" said the black knight's behind-the-scenes command.

"Looks like we don't have a common language, deceased. With your so-called generosity and mercy, go to meet the true death. In response to this, Marceau raised his left hand, and the salvo of three single-headed bullets directly shattered the black knight's skull along with the soul stone in it.

After taking out this 'stand-in', Marceau, who noticed that the ghouls were starting to press forward, began to give orders: "Get ready to bleed silver grenades, put one-handed muskets and daggers in the places where you can easily pull them out, Priest ready to cast the Light of Heaven on the items you prepared earlier, and cast an anti-evil circle in the previously marked areas!"

"Do you hear the commandant's order!

"Spearmen, come here! Your mission is to form a gun formation at the bottom of the little one's slope!"

"All the dwarven shield guards are standing in front of the pikemen!

The squadron commanders were shouting orders, and Marceau heard the voice of Orosia in the middle of it, who was directing a group of musketeers in the team to flank in their previous positions—there was a path specially left for the black knights who liked to flank them, but at the same time there were a lot of traps. From the small hole in the horse's foot to the rope for tripping the horse, considering that the path is not wide. Marceau just had them set up the roadside IEDs that players would love to see.

This small device is enough to collapse any non-Legendary-level undead stored in its killing fan into the sky in a small area, and if it is covered with sterling silver powder, even the Legendary-level undead will have to walk around.

The ghouls' journey was not smooth, as they had to climb up and down the ruins from the start, while also enduring the 'baptism' of steppe elf hunters and some of the gathered wind elf longbowmen, after getting closer. Idle boring melee classes have used crossbows to shoot ghouls.

If these can still be endured by the ghouls, then when they rush into the range of the light of the heavens, with Marceau's perception, it can be clearly seen that the ghouls in the first row are directly evolved the moment they enter the range - although Yang is not there, the priests of the steppe elves are really the best at hanging all kinds of undead. One of the Heavenly Lights can even purify ghouls when they enter a 60-yard radius.

By the time the ghouls received the order to begin bypassing the range of the Heavenly Light, their losses had reached forty percent, and the loss of nearly eight hundred ghouls once again proved that even if they had a well-established defense system, ghouls and ghouls could not break through the defenses of the living, even if they were large.

"The Black Knight seems to be on the move. Roni Lara, who was standing next to Marceau, pointed behind the ghoul.

"That's right...... But I don't think these guys seem to want to attack. Marceau watched as the Black Knights rode around in a circle, and finally turned around and left, and the gargoyles in the sky did nothing under the 'care' of the battle mages, but were shot down by two, and they also ran away.

The ghouls left behind had lost nearly seventy percent of their losses by relying on their instincts to bypass the defense line of the Heavenly Light, and most of the rest were also wounded, these ghouls and ghouls finally died in front of the spear array, and in the end only seventeen wounded, the only dead was a dwarven shield guard, the one-handed musket in the latter's hand seemed to have not been maintained for a long time, so at the moment of pulling the trigger, the exploding musket sent a fragment into his skull, and the standard direct death.

Marceau is not happy, because the undead are not stupid, ghouls and ghouls are nothing more than consumables to them, and when these guys run away, they will definitely bring more ghouls and ghouls, as well as other units...... The next battle is the real trouble.

Thinking of this, Marceau turned to look at Ronnie Lara: "Go and tell everyone, now is not the time to celebrate victory, drag the corpses of the ghouls away and burn them, and then prepare for the next battle." ”

"Yes, Marceau, I'm going to inform them. (To be continued......)

PS: Recently, the brain is really too mushy, all kinds of headaches, I can't code many words, and I ask for your understanding.