Morn is located on the eastern coast of the Great 6, slightly northerly, without the continuous stormy season of the summer of Ashbee, nor the cold season of the northern Mogus, and has the only large deep-water harbor within the coastline of hundreds of nautical miles nearby, so Morn has historically been a very prosperous commercial city.

Before the gray age of the first open era plane invasion, the glorious age of human civilization, Morn once had a population of 300,000, and the central square that the Mornes were proud of had a huge space that could accommodate a full 80,000 people without being crowded—in the coastal areas of the plains, the Moen people lacked the most important thing besides fish.

Until the plane invasion began, the entire big city of Big 6 turned into ghost domains one after another, and Morn was not spared, the once bustling market no longer had customers, and the once noisy central square no longer had pedestrians, and the dead world tree in the middle of the main square silently poured out how much damage and destruction the evil undead could cause to this living world.

Glancing at the mountains of undead troops in the square, Barr, who was hiding on the top of a small three-story building on the edge of the square, sighed: "In terms of numbers alone, it's not enough for our people to rush up and stuff these undead into their teeth. ”

"Even if we can fight ten at a time, what if we have to fight two hundred or more for one person. The priest named Frank, whom Marceau had met before, also looked at the square with a blank face and said to himself--it was this guy who started a pig burst in the previous battle, and was greeted by the corpse witch and the white bone lich, and directly twenty-seven dead and forty-six wounded, fortunately, the mages Yang immediately stewed the undead spell casting unit with a spoonful, otherwise at least a hundred people would have been killed and injured.

"I don't have the courage now, you idiot, but luckily we met the kitten and the Wesley girl this time. Barr said angrily to Frank.

"Uh...... I, haven't I never been exposed to such a big scene? Frank immediately looked left and right and said something else.

"Okay, now in this situation, we can't rush, we don't rush, no one, has anyone seen the battle video here. Marceau looked at the two commanders of the Shield of Glory and said, so the two hurriedly ordered their team deputy to go downstairs to ask about the situation.

Turning around, Marceau continued to use the monoculars given to him by Yang to scout the lineup of the undead army in the square - ghouls (encounter level 1o-2o) and ghouls (encounter level 2o-3o) are so large that just a glance can make ordinary people have the idea of something else, and Marceau also made a rough sweep to confirm that there are at least tens of thousands.

Black Samurai (encounter level 3o+), these skull heads form a long double row of ten 4ox2o columns, located behind the ghouls and ghouls, and they are lined up to follow the cannon fodder in front of them and make contact with the enemy after the cannon fodder breaks through the enemy line or wastes enough spells...... Marceau can clearly see the Black Knight's unified headband ring in the back row, and some guys have even more elaborate rings on their skulls, which is the upgraded version of the Black Knight, the Lord of the Crown (encounter level 4o) and the high-level crown lord (encounter level 75+).

The skeleton archer (encounter level 3o) phalanx, 3ox5 column is a small long formation, a total of 1ox3 columns of small long formation forms a long formation, located behind the defensive line, Marceau can clearly see that the archers in half of the phalanx are holding longbows with bone fingers, and the average encounter level of these skeleton longbowmen is at least 6o, which is similar to the average skeleton archer.

There is also a long formation in front of the archers, consisting of a total of 3,000 guys with spears in 6oox 5 columns, these skull heads wearing old armor from the canary glory era are the unique class of the undead army in the canary army: heavy necro spearmen, encounter level up to 8o, their five-meter-long spear forest oppresses a living cavalry and infantry who dare to charge head-on, and want to destroy them, unless they use human life piles or grab the air control and use combat boats equipped with burning bombs or holy water sprinkler systems to 'wash the floor'.

It's not bad to deal with mage warlocks or priests who take the holy turret route, but Marceau thinks that the 2oox5 columns of white bone lich floating on either side of the spearmen will destroy an equal number of player spellcasters - and these encounter level 7o+ spellcasting units are proficient in plastic energy, which will definitely make melee players who rush into battle unforgettable for life, in fact, many players in the first open era said that what they are most afraid of is not the rain of arrows and bed crossbows that fly over, but the extremely effective fire explosion basin with extended range, which can make players within the kill radius either die or be injured with just one hit.

As for the independent team of hundreds of horseback black warriors next to the undead army, Marceau is no longer able to complain - the horse black warrior and the walking black warrior are two concepts, the former encounters the level is as high as 9o, it is the high-end mobile combat power of the entire undead army, and only the most proficient paladins in the physical profession have the power to fight with these guys, which can be described as oppressing all beings.

Compared with such a large army, the 37th detachment of the second echelon of the shield of glory, which is full of calculations, can still move less than 700 players, and it is really necessary to have a rhythm of 200 enemies...... The point is, the caster on the opposite side can take these unlucky eggs directly with just one round.

Putting away the binoculars, Marceau sat down on the roof: "Without support, don't try to take the square, this is not a problem that tactics can solve." ”

After a while, Frank's lieutenant brought a few players up: "We found a few brothers who knew about the battle on this side of Morne Square. ”

"Tell me what it was like. Frank asked as he turned to his group.

"I heard from my grandfather that he was a skirmisher and joined the Lonnar...... It's the attack wave led by the winner of life, it's the battle on this side of the big square, and my grandfather said that the winner of life finally cut off the head of the undead commander and recovered the big square. "First a dwarf, this one told his information.

"What a wave. Barr asked - this is very important, if it's the first wave, then everyone will be happy, according to the reenactment of the campaign dungeon, the Shield of Glory only needs to eat meat behind the winner of life. If not...... That proves that the first wave of attacks failed, and all the players who participated in the attack are dead, so don't think about completing this quest for the shield of glory.

He didn't say it. The dwarf shook his head, indicating that there was nothing he could do.

"So any other information. Frank looked at the other three.

"My grandfather was a member of the Shield of Glory's Battlemage Wing, and he was ordered to participate in the air raid on the Grand Plaza. One of the warlocks looked at Frank and Baal and said, "He said that the ground had been beaten into a pot of porridge when he passed, and they had six squadrons of more than 300 battle mages in charge of two squadrons of battle mages bombarding the bone lich, and my grandfather said that their entire squadron was killed to cover the battle boats." ”

"Okay...... At least we have air support. Barr nodded, "Charan, do you have anything to say?" ”

The outland halfling girl who was named blinked: " Just half a month ago, my grandmother of Tyre once in the sun after lunch in the family, I heard that I would participate in the fifth opening, she told me a lot about the past of this game, including the battle of Morn's square, she said that in order to prevent the portal from reopening, after the failure of the mission to bomb the door, someone must go from the 6th road to destroy the gate of Miè, because each war group has a set task, the prince of the Bai clan directly recruited a lot of scattered stragglers, my grandmother was also in the team at the time, she said that the prince only said one sentence: I need the brave, so my grandmother's small group of Tyre people followed him, she said that the square side of the fight was miserable, but she didn't tell me if it was the first wave. ”

"Very good...... So, the Yu family's little bit, what do you have to add. ”

"My grandmother was a ground crew on the 'Esgarkony' airmother," the last steppe elf-looking little guy raised his hand, "She told me that several of the battleboat squads that bombarded the portal from 'Esgarkoni' failed, and they encountered a terrible enemy, the Spectered Banshee. ”

"It's a little bit, let's get to the point. ”

"I'm saying, after the defeat, the 'Esgarcony' sent another wave of combat boats, but it still failed, there were no reserve combat boats." Esgarcony' could only inform the ground troops of this situation, and I heard that the prince of the Bai clan finally accepted the order, and pulled a lot of stragglers to force a surprise attack in the direction of the gate, and their task was to escort a squad of engineers and escort troops to Guò Square, if you want to make a detour, one is too late in time, and the second detour is only afraid that there will be more enemies on the way, and the streets are not conducive to large-scale battles, once the undead reinforcements are attracted, I am afraid that the road will be completely blocked. ”

"Well, with your words, I'm now sure this is the first wave of attacks!" said Barr, and everyone upstairs heard the commotion downstairs, and for some reason the crowd came to this side of the street, and looked down, only to see a silent procession appear from the far side of the street.

"Get downstairs!" Marso, who had been a listener, took Yang's hand and ran downstairs, and behind them, everyone followed in three steps and two steps, jumping down the steps, through the living room, pushing open the wooden door, and the cat cub stood on the street with Yang.

The players of the Shield of Glory, who were sitting or lying down, had already stood up straight, and six or seven hundred people stood on the side of the street, looking at the different styles of equipment, but the team approached them with a neat and orderly foot, until the paladin raised his hand, and the team stopped neatly.

Marceau took a cursory look at this procession, there were canary hoplites, heavy shield-wielding guards and foot paladins, Ashbi's breastplate armor light infantry and military crossbow archers, green barbarians and light spear throwers, and many groups of mages in the appearance of Mogues and steppe elves, who were different in appearance and decoration, but still lined up in neat formations.

"Who are you. The young paladin asked with some curiosity and some confusion, "I haven't heard of a team of my own people on this side of the square. ”

"I, we are the Shield of Glory!, we, we ......" Frank's words had already begun to tie the knot, and the deputy named Yan Sen was no better, and the red-faced warrior pointed behind him: "There are a lot of undead in the square, many, we can't get by." ”

"We know that the shield of glory ...... I've heard of it, but shouldn't you rest in the rear? ”

"We are a newly formed regiment. Barr was sober-minded, and he quickly explained, "You are...... Lord Lonnar?"

"I'm Lonnar, but you don't dare. The young paladin smiled in response to Baal's question, "The portal of the undead is about to open, and if they open this door, the entire battle of Morn may be lost, so I need a lot of people to join me and escort a team of steppe elf engineers to blow up that damn door...... If you don't have any other tasks, would you like to come with us?"

The brothers of the Shield of Glory cheered and joined the group, and Marceau blinked, eventually following the group.

Compared to the players of the Shield of Glory, who are content to fight side by side with the winners of life as war heroes, Marceau is more content to be able to walk with the thousands of heroes who faced death with the winners of life back then.

Walking out of the street corner, the former players and now the allies began to line up, and Marceau, who was about to devote himself to the melee long formation, let go of his hand: "Yang, you go and follow those steppe elf paladins, they are also the Divine Way." ”

"No, I'm going to follow you. Instead, the girl grabbed the kitten's hand.

"Don't make trouble, I'm going to rush into battle in a while, I can't even take care of myself, where can I take care of you." Marceau frowned and said, "Obedient." ”

"I can take care of myself!" Yang gripped Marceau's hand unrelentingly.

Just when the cat cub was about to withdraw his hand, an NPC next to him suddenly opened his mouth, only to hear this middle-aged big man with a scumbag face and covered in blood sigh with a smile: "There is such a girl who is willing to accompany you to death, kitten, you should cherish your blessings." ”

"Yes, if I had such a girl who was willing to die with me, I would have obeyed her a long time ago. Another young man with a shawl smiled and sighed, with two deep scratches on his breastplate, and he sighed as he held his shield, mocking himself in a joking tone: "It's a pity, I don't, it's miserable to be a single dog, and I don't have human rights." ”

"So, whether you are a cat or a human, you have to learn to cherish your blessings, little one, you are behind us, and we will help you take care of your little girlfriend. The bald man smiled and adjusted the belt on his chest armor waist: "I'm from here, kitten, some happiness, don't learn to regret it if you lose it." ”

"I'm ......" Marceau was a little embarrassed by the intelligence of these high-level aIs, he looked around, but everyone in this area was smiling kindly at him and her.

In the end, Marceau could only nod, and he turned to look at Yang, whose face was flushed, but still looked at the kitten cub with a persistent expression: "I want to go with you, I can take care of myself, Marceau." ”

Marceau pursed her mouth, bit her lip, and finally nodded, and the girl who got the agreement happily let go of her hand, took out a log shield from behind her with her left hand, and pulled out a small mace from her waist with her right hand and stood next to the kitten, and the girl who was in a good mood smiled sweetly at the kitten.

Looking at Yang's smile, somehow, Marceau felt a little cramping in his chest.

PS: 4,000 words...... I'll try my best to make up another 3,000+ in the evening, and the old man will let me code for three festivals, okay?

PS2: Then again, it's a holiday, I also want to play in the world of battleships, I want to play when I see the friends in the group having so much fun, I obviously have a number, why did I invade hell to catch up...... (ノ｀Д′)ノ

PS3: Astrologers have announced that next week is a working week, the author will be very busy, if it is true that you can't change two times a day (or you can't update more than 4,000 words), please don't kill the author.

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