Marceau's prediction is based on the experience of countless predecessors in the First Open Era, for the undead, a squad of Black Knights is comparable in number to a mixed force of two thousand ghouls and ghouls, but when it comes to combat effectiveness, a squad of Black Knights is enough to pose a certain threat to the player's infantry array on the plains, and two thousand ghouls and ghouls may not be enough for these players to kill.

So the retreat of the Black Knights led Marso to start a new job without stopping, and the corpses of ghouls and ghouls were dragged away and burned - this had to be done, or when the army of the undead overwhelmed the border, the Bone Lich would be able to resurrect the parts of these corpses that could still be used in minutes, and the broken ones would be used for waste - Transform them into skeleton soldiers, even if you let the living pull the trigger one more time, or wave the weapon one more time, the undead are like this, not to mention a lot of elites, and with a large amount of cannon fodder, the tactics of the undead can be summed up in one sentence - Lao Tzu has cannon fodder, even if you can't kill you, you can disgust you, if you can be tired to death, it would be better.

Therefore, in the first open era, many defense lines were directly broken through by the undead with massive cannon fodder and some elite troops.

In order to prevent the undead from having a chance to transform into living corpses in the defenses, Marceau had to supervise until the last ghoul corpse was thrown onto the pile outside the city, and several players threw torches onto the pile of corpses poured with fiery gel.

"Oh my God, I want to throw up!"

When the flames lit up, Ronny Lara immediately covered her mouth and ran to the upwind port, and Marceau, who had been standing far away from the upwind mouth to watch the scenery, commanded the treemen he had summoned to drag the unlucky ones who had been smoked down from the downwind port.

"I don't want to eat barbecue anymore! it's disgusting!" Orosia complained about the first thing she said when she woke up, and then she began to vomit.

The next few woke up in the same shape as Orosia Tong, and one of the unlucky ones vomited for a while, as if he had been smoked again due to the change of wind direction. Find that the wind is turning this way. Marceau turned and ran, of course, before he could do so, and before he could run, the kitten had his vegetative people drag the old man who was unconscious again.

Leaving the land, Marceau handed over the hapless bastard to the healing team, and then commanded his vegetative people to bury themselves in the mound behind the first trench - these plant creatures could burn their own lives for an outbreak heal. Trade their short lives for a radius of forty yards to inflict a critical injury on all targets with a spell effect.

If it is a battle between living people, the applicability of this ability of plant life is not high, but in the confrontation with the undead, this plant life is super easy to use - with the effect of spells to heal serious injuries, can be stacked, and can also crit, the number of this plant is so large that even those unlucky legendary undead have to kneel and put them in the melee zone. The ability to heal allies and keep the undead on the move, this 'summoning plant life' set from the First Open Era has always been a favorite of druids and shamans.

Leaving the plants on standby, Marceau began to look through the latest reports from the scout boat - because there was a battle boat to hunt down the gargoyle squad, the scout boat flew very high, so the corpse found the traces of the undead army, tens of thousands of dead were sweeping in, and one of the squadron of black knights had already crossed the crowd. After merging with the Black Knights of that squad, the undead began to move back towards Valdahar. They were accompanied by about five thousand skeleton cavalry - these undead were the light cavalry of the kingdom of Ashbee, they were the model of light cavalry in the undead camp, they encountered the rank of fifty, used shields and scimitars, mounted as cavalry, and dismounted as sword and shield hands.

These guys are not the same as their relatives who usually have encounters of no more than level 30. They are well-known for their level and ability to be hooked, and the average player is one-on-one, even if they get off the horse, they still can't beat it.

The undead should want to bypass Valdaha and go to Orsh, and I have to say that the commander of these undead is indeed a guy with brains, but it should also think about it. Why did players back then have to get stuck in Valdahar - the rainy season in the entire Canary Plains would turn the otherwise flat grassland into a muddy patch, and it is likely that the first step was just ankle-deep muddy water, and the next kick was waist-deep mud.

These undead want to go straight across the plains...... It depends on the face.

Just as he was thinking this, a drop of water suddenly fell on the tip of the kitten's nose, and then the rain was like a downpour, and the red dragon skin robe on the kitten's body was waterproof, but other players did not, so after only a while, the players on the entire defense line became chickens, and Ronnie Lala led his chaspersers into the house.

The reconnaissance boats and combat boats are also powerless at this time, in order to prevent the lightning from hitting, they can only quickly bypass the rain area, the only advantage is that because the rain is too heavy, the undead air force can not carry out a ground attack on this kind of thunderstorm, although the bone dragon can fly, but after all, it is not good to be hit by lightning.

Marceau walked to the front of the house, climbed up the stone stairs outside to the second floor, Marceau, who got into the window, shook his body, shook off the water droplets on his head, robe and tail, and then looked at Ronnie Lala: "When you coungeon last week, did it rain?" ”

"No, this should be a random event. Ronnie Lala wasn't as lucky as Marceau, the wet little guy had already changed into a dressing gown that he had pulled out of the space bag, and the soaked clothes were placed on the rack to roast.

"Commander Marceau, you said that it rained so hard, would the undead still attack? Ronny Lala asked.

"I don't know, I just know that the road from them is going to be very difficult. Marceau shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he didn't know either.

"And how far away are their main forces? ”

"At a normal pace, their main force should arrive in thirty minutes, but now that it's raining so hard, I think the undead who need to walk can't go that fast, and the only problem now is that we need some reliable sentinels. Speaking of this, Marceau turned on the team channel: "All squadron commanders, please choose your most reliable squad as sentinels, three for the bright sentry, three for the dark sentinel, the bright sentry looks out of the field, and the dark sentry stares at the bright post." ”

"Understood. "The captains have said that there is no problem, this kind of weather to release sentinels to prevent the enemy from raiding is a necessary choice, otherwise the undead will be touched by the ghosts, it will not be very fun, these spirits are the enemy of the defenseless living, they are good assassins, no one likes them to appear in front of them.

After the sentinels were dispatched, Marceau used his dark vision to confirm that the sentinels in this defense area confirmed that it was a combination of three bright posts and three dark sentinels, and then pulled up the hood of the leather robe, and the cat cub was ready to go to other defense areas to check - not afraid of ten thousand, just in case, afraid that some unlucky people would take their own and other people's lives as child's play.

"Commander, where are you going!" asked Roni Lala as Marceau climbed out of the window.

"I'm going to check on the sentinels, don't worry, I'm going to summon the water elemental, which comes with a boost in this weather, and they're much more reliable than the average big player. With that, Marceau grabbed the smooth exterior of the stone staircase and slid all the way to the ground.

Summoning the water elemental, Marceau first walked to the western side of the line, which the knights and cavalry had detoured in the direction of the western side, according to the last reconnaissance boat information.

“…… I hope that the elite in the eyes of those squadron leaders can live up to their expectations. (To be continued......)