With the continuous addition of the player warband, the control range of the entire city gate area began to expand, and the care of his father was lost (the gap was closed), the filial sons can be said to be one less dead, there is no supply force, and there is no aura protection of the big impure, not to mention Annie, even the player wargroup can fight with these guys in any way, as for those players who have chosen the path of filial piety for a while...... Well, for example, the unlucky ghosts in the building in front of him, as the foreign thugs of the Telshan Warband, Marceau is squatting behind the bushes, and I heard that the Grand Master of the Telshan Wargroup called 'The Iron Fist of Dadania' is ready to persuade him to surrender, and the cat cub is a little curious about this - how to persuade it, it is not a group fight between ordinary warbands, the loser can still save his life by surrendering, and those guys in the house have completely changed their camp, and their only end is to be killed.

Oh, I forgot, there is also an ending of being tied to a wooden shelf by the aborigines BBQ, this is a reserved program for the degenerate, and the people like to hear it.

Marceau, who was complaining, saw a little guy standing up, holding a magic version of the megaphone in his hand: "Listen inside! You are surrounded!! Hurry up and put down your weapons and come out, let's kill you!"

There was silence along the line, and then Marceau heard some men yelling angrily from inside the house: "Are you fools for us!?"

"They're not going to surrender! Kill them!" The Grand Master of the Prairie Elves opened his mouth and waved his small hand, so the members of the regiment around him immediately raised their shields and stood up, followed by the bombardier with a special silver-seeping fragmentation grenade, and rushed close against the fire in the house - the big men inside had no way to compare the firepower with the prairie elves outside, both the number and the marksmanship were being crushed, and the bombardiers easily threw the grenade in, and then heard a ghost crying wolf howl in the house. Several players who were 'burning' all over their bodies even jumped out of the window and were immediately killed on the lawn under the window.

The prairie elves screamed and rushed into the house after several big cats, and after a burst of gunfire, the prairie elves began to drag the corpses out from the inside, and several of them tried to slide through the ropes on the third floor to the other side, only to be the first of them knocked down by Marceau with a throwing axe. Several others were shot and killed by the reacting steppe elves.

"It's a little sad to see fellow human beings being killed, but as the saying goes, everyone has to pay for their choices. A team of human players exclaimed as they watched the steppe elves pile up corpses and burn them.

"By the way, are you also going to go to the Central District to make some profits?" Marceau retrieved the axe, and when he returned, he heard the Grand Master of the Prairie Elves asking the big men.

The leader nodded: "That's right, where did you come from, does Fasher have a steppe elf warband?"

"Nope. We only accepted the ****** of the Tershan clans, and now we nominally accept orders from His Highness the Elder Highness, but we still form a war group with each other's clans, is there a problem?"

"Uh...... I don't understand it, but do you mean that you are a temporary group?"

"Of course, when the fighting in the central district is over and the city of El Fasher is recovered, our regiments will be disbanded. The Grand Master said this. A burst of gunfire and the screams of the steppe elves came over: "What a monster!"

Then Marceau saw the steppe elves in front of the street screaming and running backwards, and it didn't take a few seconds for him to do so. A giant monster came out of the corner, and judging by his rotting appearance, it should be a unit in Nurgle's army, but considering that there were so many strange and evil monsters in his father's name, Marceau had never been able to tell his race, but considering its size. The steppe elves, who didn't have any ability to fight against giant monsters at all, could only turn around and run away - and Marceau soon discovered that this guy seemed to have an aura of disease, although the steppe elves were not very afraid of getting sick, but this disease was not the same as being infected by the epidemic.

"We need support! There are giant monsters!" shouted the Grand Master as he covered the headphones on his ears, and felt that it was better to ask for support than his own kitten cub, so he subconsciously pulled out his long knife and prepared to go up and slash the boss. Then I saw a large bucket fall from the sky, and it smashed right on the monster's head, and the bucket was supposed to contain holy water, for the kitten saw the water splashing from the broken bucket and immediately caused a terrible reaction on the giant monster's body—its whole body was smoking, and its low howl almost punctured Marceau's eardrums.

The filial sons who were originally following the giant monster were about to rush into the queue of the grassland elves, but as soon as the giant monster died, the grassland elves who were originally huddled together immediately launched a counterattack, seeping silver bullets and grenades flew together, and the divine instructions danced with the sun and flames.

The big men all looked at each other, 'I'm going to these little things just now, isn't it really acting?', to which Marceau can only say that you are really rare and weird, the steppe elves, or the Tershan and the Galol people are like this, when they meet what they can do, they will never ask outsiders, and when they meet the guys who can't beat, they will run away, and then call the ones who can fight (generally they are called big and small cat people, and sometimes they are called other principalities.) ), get the face and the lining back all at once.

As the proverb goes, 'Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.' ’

"You guys are really disgraced to us!Hurry up and keep attacking!Call for air support if you encounter this kind of monster again!" The small Grand Master scolded in an angry tone, and then drove his own members on, while Marceau put away his knife and followed the team forward.

Crossing a street, the steppe elves begin to build fortifications at the second crossroads, and in this way, the players are using this method to carry out a purification operation in one block after another, surround a small block, and then drive out the filial sons and fools in these small blocks.

At this time, the team joined by Akemi and Minen also began to act, Marceau walked in front of the girls as a matter of course, and together with another big player as a reinforcement for the steppe elf cleaning team, they approached the house on the side of the street and began to clean carefully, after the girls were ready, the big man ran over and kicked the door open, and the cat cub by the door threw a holy water bomb inside- The holy water contained in a fragile clay pot, when broken, splashes everywhere, and does not kill the living, and for any evil faction who has chosen this kind of rotten shell, this thing is not much different from the fiery glue.

Well...... Perhaps the word 'no difference' would be more appropriate. (To be continued.) )