"Llobacha, once a good ...... Now they are all part of the destruction. Standing on a hill outside the city, Marceau and Barbarim lay on the sand, their khaki camouflage clothes bringing safety to the bunny girl and the kittens, but New Eden didn't think so, and the men had transformed the city into a large barracks, with only a small part of the city on the northwest side of the city completely abandoned due to the severe damage.

The guys of New Eden didn't think about repairing it at all, after all, Sha'an Ke was under their control at this moment, and Llopasha was the rear, and there was almost no defensive pressure.

The bunny girl and the kitten set up a small bunker on the other side of the dune, and the sand camouflage and cloth that could block the infrared imaging allowed him and her to rest peacefully until nightfall. Changing into night walking gear, putting on special armor, and applying ointment to the face are all good things that can stop infrared imaging are the biggest reliance of Marceau and Barbarim in this operation.

Sneaking all the way into the ruins, the once beautiful temple area is now a ghost domain, full of dead bones, desecrated sacredness everywhere, Marceau found the sewer mouth mentioned in the mission, pulled open the manhole cover, and then entered the sewer first.

…… Anyway, there was no smell of the accident, after all, the city had lost its population, there was no pressure from sewage, and the sewers soon became an empty ghost place - from time to time there were ghosts passing through the sewers, most of these ghosts were the souls of innocent victims, and some would talk to themselves - for example, Marceau now saw the ghost of a child, who knelt in front of his bones, and kept crying.

New Eden turned the city into hell...... And here is the lower level of hell.

Marceau stretched out her hand to comfort the girl in front of her, Barbarim pursed her mouth, looking at the dead child, she stretched out her hand, wanting to touch the head of this little ghost, but how could the ghost of the deceased be directly touched, her hand passed through it, the rabbit girl's face was a little pale, I don't know if it was contaminated with some negative energy, or was stimulated by the tragic image in front of her, Marceau noticed that her eyes turned red.

In fact, the same is true of Marceau herself, and it is somewhat ridiculous that New Eden spreads such misery evenly throughout the area it occupies...... New Eden has achieved the same treatment that others can't do, the nobility and the poor are in the same pot and there is no longer a distinction between the high and the low, and the men and women have achieved real equality in one place.

History is really a bad goddess who likes bad jokes.

Marceau and Barbarim went on and saw their mother, who was sitting in a pool of blood holding their headless heir, the city guards who died in the corner, the citizens who were still holding their swords to death, and the spirits of the heroes who still burned their souls to transform this area into a sanctuary to this day.

In this small shelter, there were five cubs in each other's arms, but they had been dead for many days, and the long-term hunger had left them in a miserable state.

Barbarim trembled and reached out her hand, but finally passed through the body of the Prairie Elf Holy Spirit with her eyes closed.

"Why, why, after enjoying such a long time of freedom, without the experience of becoming an ingredient, without the tragic death of relatives, and without the fate of washing away the filth and entering the pot with their own hands, why would anyone like such killing, is it just because these lives are not real flesh and blood?" asked Barbarim, looking up, crying.

“…… I don't know, I just know that they prefer to be the gravedigger of this world rather than be the guardian of this world, so we will fight them to the death. Marceau stretched out his hand: "Stand up, butchers and murderers will not be soft in the tears of the cowardly, and if we want to overcome them, we must learn to be more cruel and ruthless than them...... Countering violence with violence will not solve the problem, but it can solve the people who created them. ”

"Hmm...... I know, my grandmother said that to me, too. Barbarim stood up under Marceau's drag, and the bunny girl stood on tiptoe and touched Marceau's forehead lightly: "Marceau, we're going to drive these bastards out of this land, right?" ”

"Well, yes, we will. Marceau nodded: "It's not just for you and me, but for all the innocent people in this world, we can't care about the things before and after, but as long as there is still a breath, the evil thing in front of us always has to be managed." ”

This is the kitten's long-cherished wish, whether it is in the previous life, or in this life, he has no reason to escape all this, New Eden wants to spread death throughout the Eastern Continent, he must be prepared to face resistance, countless players in the Eastern Continent will not sit idly by and watch this invasion.

"Let's go, let's go get that thing. ”

In response to Marceau's words, Barbarim nodded vigorously.

Passing through the shelter, more bones appeared in the sewers, these chewed and gnawed bones scattered on the ground, and the remains of ghouls and demons appeared in between, and Marceau took out the torch from the bracket on his waist, and in the absence of fire, the flame ignited from the top of the torch, which immediately drew a wail, and at the end of the flame, the ugly shells and their owners wailed and fled.

"Pathetic beings that were originally humans, they are now more like an undead than a living person, perhaps with ...... It would be better to describe the living dead. Marceau sighed, and took the bunny girl's hand harder.

Walking through the sewers, until they came to the predetermined location, a small sanctuary was still standing, and at the edge of the sanctuary, there were many ashes, which was the fate and end of the undead who wanted to enter the sanctuary and were directly burned by the holy flames, perhaps because they felt that there were no secrets in this bare sewer, or maybe they thought that this was just a means of blocking the retreat of the living, and there was no trap that Marceau had intended.

Entering the sanctuary, Marceau placed the torch in his hand into the empty slot in the wall, and then, in order, pressed several raised pieces of masonry.

A secret door was opened.

The divine and pure natural aura swept across the sewers in an instant, and there were not many items in that small square room, only a long stand, on which a seemingly simple short sword was stored.

Marceau took two steps forward, but stopped.

"It was your father's relic, in the sewers of Lopasia. ”

I still remember the shock I received when I learned the news from Lady Lily - my father left something for me in this world, and the man who only left such a code name in his memory had already left something in this world for his heirs before he was born.

"As agreed, I opened the envelope that your father left for me, and he said that it must be opened after this time period...... Go find your father's relics, they must be what he wants to give you. I still remember the embarrassment and helplessness in Lady Lily's smile, and the fear in my heart, and of course, the ...... at this moment Hesitate.

Barbarim behind her seemed to sense something, and she walked up to Marceau's side: "Marceau, what are you thinking?" ”

"When I was very young, I imagined that the moment I was reunited with my father, he would come up to me and pick me up from the ground...... After so many years, I don't even know what kind of person my father is, whether he is still alive, whether he has another family, whether he has other children, whether he is ...... It's long gone. Looking at the dagger in front of him, Marceau shook his head.

Later, knowing his father's experience and knowing why he gave up his mother and son, Marceau no longer had any resentment in his heart - in fact, there was still a little bit, but seriously, Marceau no longer resented anything, his father made a choice between the family and his mother, very selfish and selfless, so the past is considered the past.

"Then go pick it up, Marceau. Barbarim said as she looked at Marceau with an encouraging expression.

The kitten thought for a moment, finally nodded in agreement, and as he approached, he reached out and picked up the dagger.

Father's love

Item Type: Gladius

Item Level: Heirloom Weapon

Item Faction: Neutral

Attack Type: Piercing/Slashing

Required attributes: Strength 12 / Agility 15

DAMAGE: 3-18 (3D6)

Sharpness: 7

Robustness value: 8

Bash Range: 16-20

Bash Damage: x2

Weapon description (in yellow): My child, forgive my father.

Weapon Attributes: Shaman +1 for all spells

Weapon Effects: Never Lost, Never Dropped.

Weapon weight: 4 pounds

Weapon Materials: 45% Mithril and 45% Mogus Arcane Steel, 10% World Tree Wood

It was a short sword with a wooden hilt, and it didn't look outstanding, but a white figure appeared in the small room, and Marceau couldn't help but protect Barbarim behind him.

"You activated this dagger, which I left for my eldest son...... You must be my child, that's great. ”

The white figure was unconscious, but the story he carried made Marceau's eyes widen.