Volume 1: Selling Moe Survival Book Section 578: Journey to Biscay 2

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Three days passed in a flash, and the days of the centaur were very pleasant for the cat cubs, during which in addition to seeing Al's mother again, Marceau also saw the prince of the 6 clan again, the old man gave up the human posture after his natural human body was completely aged, and lived in the world in the form of Ter's good and righteous body, perhaps because he was too old, the old prince always showed Xiàn very kind, and he was very fond of the girls and Marceau, which made the cat cub really a little flattered. [

By the way, on the evening of the third day, that is, last night, Marceau and others also saw the annual banquet of Prince Bai approaching, this also ran over from the side of the Seren River, and sat down with the little ones to have a family banquet, Marceau and other guests were also invited in, Jiuye said that this meal was enough for her to blow for a lifetime, Marceau also felt so, his experience in the past week, if he returned to Mars, let alone a lifetime, he was afraid that he would be able to blow for hundreds of years if he was reincarnated again.

After eating, the cat cub and other young people also got some gifts from the prince and the old man, and he heard that his friends came to play for a long time, and he specially let his lovers choose.

The girls had not seen anything Marceau had seen, but he had obtained a very good-looking short knife for himself, which was said to be a famous product made by a Garol swordsmith, and could be used as a family heirloom. For Marceau, the heirloom is not important, what matters is the gift itself, after all, the elders are kind.

And when the caravan entered Biscayt, the cat cub lying on the carriage immediately saw a steppe elf holding a sign that read, 'Welcome Mr. El to Biscaite', and it was indeed a good choice to use El as a pseudonym on the terms agreed with the long one, and it was really a good choice when Marceau listened to Penny's information about the mission.

"I'm Marceau. Jumping out of the carriage, Marceau lowered his voice to the steppe elf as he walked past him.

The little guy raised his eyebrows: "Follow the road, the second hotel, there are people waiting for you inside." ”

"Thank you, I never knew Biscaite would be so hospitable. This sentence was deliberately said by Marceau, and the little steppe elf also responded with a smile: "There, we just did what we were supposed to do." ”

Speaking of which, players at this time will only regard it as a rare green area and grain area in the ancient battlefield and the Sha'an Kingdom.

Two years later, during the invasion of New Eden, the Biscayne region was home to an army of Ashbibi and Greenwood, a full 100,000 NP warriors and three times their player warbands, and 400,000 troops fought against the New Eden army of death throughout the region and nearby areas.

The largest warband in Biscayt, the 'Pure Steel Warhammer', threw itself into the arms of New Eden, turning the city of Biscayt, which had stored a large amount of logistical resources for the army, into a dead field, losing most of its supplies, and the war took a turn for the worse, with no food, no arrows, no holy water and scrolls, and in the end, even the bark became good food, and the obsidian sword in the hands of the bone swordsman was a rare and good weapon...... The embankment was shattered.

There were a total of seventeen regiments of the 'Pure Steel Warhammer', of which the Grand Master and the twelve elite regiments of the first sequence chose the New Eden faction, but the five new regiments of the second sequence rejected this path, and they saved at least 80,000 people after they were destroyed by a large number of player warbands and a few NP warbands at the cost of the commander of the thirteenth regiment, 'Marin Delamuff'.

Their bodies were made into walking corpses by the angry new Commander of Eden, in order to desecrate the will of the rebels, these 'traitors' of the 'Pure Steel Warhammer' finally chose to create a new account, they named the new warband 'Wraith of Biscaite', and gathered the original five regiments and the three stragglers who vowed to make the 'Pure Steel Warhammer' die well, as long as the 'Pure Steel Warhammer' appeared on a certain battlefield, these indomitable ones would soon join the battlefield, and these young people who took revenge as their duty vowed to give up to each of them Pure Steel Warhammer's reign.

Glancing at the inn in front of him, Marceau pushed it away, just in time to see more than a dozen prairie elf players in the hall: "I'm Marceau, from Palo Ernst, Penny is looking for me." ”

"That's right, you really haven't changed your appearance, kitten, come with me, and I'll take you to your Highness. The pointy-eared steppe elves, who were Galores, led Marceau to the corner, and two of them lifted the carpet, and then the floor cover, revealing the tunnel below, and the steppe elf, who looked like the person in charge, walked down first: "Follow me." ”

Marceau obediently followed into the tunnel, the person in charge must have met in the mansion last night, Marceau could not remember his name, but he clearly recognized the kitten.

"Your Highness recently received a very difficult mission, there is information that there is an intelligence station of New Eden in Biscaite, but neither the guards of the city nor the city's largest earthling warband, the 'Pure Steel Warhammer', have no way to obtain any information about this intelligence station. Your Highness has intervened MI7 Third Division, but we are at a loss for it...... After all, we're pointy-eared steppe elves, and there are too many humans here in Biscait, and even if the New Eden mongrel were standing in front of us, as long as he didn't speak, we wouldn't know who they really were. ”

"So you need a kitten like me to come over and help you with the way I am good at negotiating with earthlings?" Marceau said, pointing to herself.

"Yes, there are several other areas that we need to go to with us, and we need to go into those locations and find out if there are any problems with them. Turning his head to look at the kitten, the old butler who led the way continued: "With Your Highness's introduction, I have seen some videos of your battles, and you have done a good job. ”

"But I'm a shaman!" Marceau continued, pointing to herself.

"You also know that you are a shaman. The old butler chuckled dryly.

Meow a mi, what are you laughing at, this meow is really a shaman, the kind that can rub lightning arrows.

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Complain and get down to business, so Marceau followed the elder through a long tunnel, and when he finally got out of the tunnel, he saw Penny and another pointed ear standing at the table discussing something.

"My little master, Marceau is here. The old butler stepped forward and spoke, and Penny turned around with the pointy-eared steppe elf, who smiled and raised his eyebrows...... It seemed to be a common little gesture in her family, and Marceau had seen it appear on different members of their family on more than one occasion, as if it was often used when they were feeling happy.

"Tell me about him. Marceau asked with a smile.

"Of course, this is the child of the Golden Mulberry family, Vito Golden Mulberry, a very sinister infiltrator. First introduced Marceau's identity, and then Penny introduced Marceau to Vito as a matter of course: "This is Marceau of Palounst, I think you should know." ”

"Of course, now the six loudest shamans in the entire Tokyo University, to be honest, I have seen your battle videos, sometimes you look like a shooter, sometimes you look like a hunter, sometimes you look like a thief, the only thing that doesn't look like is probably a shaman. Vito smiled and held out his hand to Marceau: "Welcome, Marceau, what we Galorians need is a friend like you who can fight for all the innocents in this world." ”

"Let the cubs live. Marceau's reply was the standard for the Gaalor and Telshan, so he nodded happily: "That's right, Marceau, we're going to let the cub live." ”

"Let the cubs live. Penny followed, and then she beckoned to Marceau, "Come, Marceau, I'll give you a briefing." ”

"No problem. Marceau smiled, raising her brow imperceptibly. (To be continued.) )8