Marceaux Sue, Mashatil, the aristocratic quarter, ten minutes before the second hour of nightfall.

Pulling out the silver-seeping dagger from the head of the zombified city guard at his feet, Marceau, who wiped the blood from his face, looked at the pirates in the small square under the city wall, these skeletons were indeed ready for the sacrifice ceremony as Zhiqiu guessed, and the seven spell-casting professions were standing at the six corners and center points of the six-pointed star magic array, clearly determined to turn this town into a dead land.

Fortunately, he found this silver-seeping dagger in a small building in the aristocratic district, and the owner of the small building seemed to be an undead hunter, but by the time the cat cub entered, he and his lover had already turned into walking dead.

Saddened by the fact that the hunter became the prey, Marceau did not kill them without any mercy, and after some searching, he obtained a silver-infiltrated short sword, a barrel of fifteen silver-infiltrated arrows, a +3 magic military crossbow and ten silver-infiltrated crossbow arrows, as for the recurve bow that matched the silver-infiltrated arrows, it had been thrown away by the cat cub because of the high strength requirements.

Using a short bow and a silver-seeping arrow to get rid of the scattered zombified city guards on the city wall, Marceau cautiously sneaked to the armory room on the city wall, put away the short bow, and the cat cub with a short sword in his left hand and an axe in his right hand gently pushed open the door, one of the zombie city guards was carrying him, while the other noticed the fresh meat that pushed the door in, the rotten dead just wanted to let out a scream, and the fresh meat in his eyes threw out the axe.

With an axe slashing the jaw of the 'Witness's* head, Marceau knocked down the zombie city guard with his back to him, and Leo Lovanta's elemental attack blade stabbed into the back of his head in his right arm, and this time the thrash directly took the latter.

The 'witness' who had his jaw slashed was not concerned about his injuries, he chose to pounce on Marceau, and in the face of the oncoming grappling party, the kitten kicked its body and neck crookedly, considering that this pervert had a special constitution and would not die because of it. The kitten added another stab to its forehead.

After cleaning the armory room, Marceau immediately began to rummage through the weapons racks of the coastal towns. To fight against pirates who might invade, there is always something good to keep in the armory room of the walls of the aristocratic district. As a result, Marceau quickly found a refined +1 rear-loading long-barreled musket and two fixed-loading copper-cased ammunition.

"There are also rear-loading muskets and fixed copper-cased ammunition...... Here's my luck!" Copper-clad ammunition is known for its accuracy and ability to ignore shields in effective range, and a well-made +1 rear-loading musket represents accuracy, so Marceau first confirmed that the musket's sliding door and crosshair were accurate, and then confirmed that the trigger could be pulled, and then carried the musket behind him, giving the kitten more confidence to be a spoiler rather than a spectator at the most critical time of the sacrifice ceremony.

Emerging from the armory, Marceau climbed onto the roof of the armory, first preparing the silver-seeping crossbow and +3 crossbow. Then the kitten tumbled down the roof again, and before he could make a mess of the sacrifice ceremony, the kitten had something to do, first of all, along the east side of the city wall to the other side of the garrison room a hundred meters away.

After listening for two full rounds (six seconds/second) to make sure that the Zombie City guards were not partying in the cantonment room, the cat cub put the musket on the ground, and then quietly pushed open the door - only one guy dressed like the captain of the city guard squad was pacing around the room with his neck crooked, considering that he was right behind him, Marceau took another special look at the cantonment room, and after confirming that there were only each other in the small cantonment room, the cat cub knocked each other down from behind with an accelerated sliding shovel - The silver-seeping dagger in his left hand passed through the slotted sight notch in front of Mr. Captain's full-covered plate armor helmet. Then the right hand popped out the spike blade and nailed into the chest of Mr. Captain, this time the double-safe attack completely killed the zombie with a challenge level of twenty-five.

Walking up the stairs leading to the top of the building at the corner of the barracks, a small wooden door blocked Marceau's way. The kitten listened for a while and pushed open the small wooden door, reached out and grabbed the leg of the zombie city guard next to the door and pulled it, the latter obviously failed to pass the balance test, and fell directly from the stairs to the floor, the cat cub popped out its flying claws at the back of its head, and a kill record immediately appeared in the battle record.

At the same position on the roof, the kitten lowered his bow and silver-seeping arrows, then went downstairs to carry his musket and head towards the beacon tower further east, the terrain of the noble district was lower than the others. If you want everyone to see it, it is inevitable to set off fireworks on the beacon tower.

Now there's a problem. The passage to the top of the beacon was directly inside the wall, in the present situation. Marceau didn't dare to guarantee that he could sneak up the iron ladder - any level 15 player with a brain would not choose to sneak in the shadowless area where level 50+ monsters can look directly, because this is not a challenge to his own skills, but a challenge to his own intelligence, and now that it is a live broadcast, it is also a challenge to the audience and his own lower limit of emotional intelligence.

So, Marceau's only option at the moment was to climb up to the beacon from the outside - a safer option, because the beacon made of stones had enough gaps for a short sword to pierce into.

Put the musket on the ground, tie a rope to its gun rope, hang the other end on his waist, change into a climbing boot Marceau's left hand short sword and right hand dagger, and carefully climb along the outside of the beacon to the top of the beacon, although Mashatier is in the carnival, but Marceau is still more confident in Mashatil's city guards, because when he was close to the top, the cat cub heard the meaningless roar of a zombie city guard- The reason why I say this is meaningless is that if the zombie city guards find a target and can't get close, they will definitely let out a loud scream to attract their own kind.

Grabbing the protrusion outside the beacon platform, Marceau first put away the dagger, then took out a mirror from his waist pocket and secretly lifted it onto the platform, confirming the equipment of the zombie city guards - compared to zombie civilians, the zombie city guards are likely to wear helmets, and if they act rashly, it is very likely that they will suffer.

The zombie city guards on the platform were not wearing helmets, which made Marceau very pleased, and the cat cub who put away the mirror in his hand flipped onto the platform and jumped towards the zombie city guards, and the silver dagger passed through the back of the zombie city guards' heads, and the dead * was knocked down on the platform again.

Drawing his dagger and putting it away, Marceau came to the platform, pulled up the musket below, and began to set up the firing position—a good position in the eyes of the kitten, and according to the condescending position, perfect for musket shooting. Although it only has two bullets, this custom-loaded copper-hulled ammunition is definitely capable of shattering a skull and causing problems for the rituals of these undead, so it's still a good choice.

With the musket set up, Marceau tied the signal pyrotechnic to the flagpole at the top edge of the beacon tower, turned over the corpse of the city guard, cut its shirt into pieces and tied it into ropes, then tied the pyrotechnic wire to it, dragged the rope to the firing point and tied the rope to the tail of the kitten.

The magic array at the ceremony site in front of him has begun to glow for the most part, which is the proof that the ritual circle has begun to operate, although Marceau has no in-depth knowledge of the identification of the magic circle, but the undead skeletons of these evil camps are definitely not the kind of caring people who lay out a ritual circle to ask for a * in order to pray for good weather.

Obviously, if these madmen were to defile the city, not only Marceau himself, but all the players in the city would have no way to live, and even if not for the survivors of the city, the kittens would have to fight for their own lives and the girls' lives, so the kittens were very skilled in putting a round of ammunition through the shell of the musket and closing the bolt.

Raising the gun, Marceau took a deep breath, and hit the rib head in the center of the circle with the front sight - the six on the side are exactly the same as this one's dress, judging from the system feedback, they are all 50+ monsters, since whoever is beaten is tricks to death, the cat cub doesn't care who to choose, as long as you find a random 'bald head' in the magic circle below to hug a fire.

Considering that it was still early, and the time agreed with the girls was also some distance, Marceau decided to wait until the time to do it, so the cat cub who put down the gun and turned around leaned against the corner of the beacon tower and began to close his eyes and recuperate - from getting up to the entry of the 'Flying Henan People' until now, the cat cub in the game has not slept for almost 16 hours, and the night is long, so take a good rest now, lest you shoot and be chased by undead pirates all over the city and suddenly hang up because you have not rested for a long time. Fatigue' debuff, that's not fun. (To be continued) R655