Grabbing the hand bone holding the dagger with his left hand, the catcub's right arm stabbing blade penetrated the chest of the high-level crown lord in front of him, piercing and purifying the black soul stone, watching the crazy rolling soul fire in its eye socket gradually extinguish, snatching the obsidian dagger from the hand bone, smearing it with a sacred weapon, Marceau threw the dagger, flying a full sixty-two yards away, the dagger pierced the back of a ghoul king, and the half-legendary monster that was frantically trying to bite the paladin under him screamed halfway, and was pierced by the silver dagger from the bottom up, the paladin pushed the corpse away, got up and slashed a crown master with the long sword at hand, and then snatched the obsidian sword from the Lord of the Crown, the paladin's abilities turned it directly into a sacred weapon, and he threw it at Marceau. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The hunting cub turned sideways, kicked away the demon who wanted to grab him, and then pulled out the obsidian long sword, this long sword from the paladin nailed a ghoul who was ready to sneak attack the cat cub to the ground, and now it was held by the cat cub with a sword to cut open the oncoming demon in the face, the cat cub who pierced out of the filth heard the whistling from the left side, and the left eye was still functionally disabled at this moment, but this does not mean that the cat cub would not be indifferent to the sound of the weapon swinging, the cat cub jumped back and let go of the left side to swing his long sword, and at the same time, when this back flip was still in the air, the long sword in the cat cub's hand instantly cut off the head of the lord of the crown, and trampled it to the ground, the long sword pierced through the gap between the ribs and the broken plate armor, and shattered the black soul stone with a single blow.

Got up, the popped left hand stab blade into the opponent's knee after the cat cub used the right hand stabbing blade to hold the long knife, and was kneeling to the ground with the screams of the blasphemous warrior, pulling the mace from the corpse at his feet, Marceau took two steps and smashed the head of the demon who was pounced on the dwarf corpse, then the second blow shattered the skull of the dwarven undead who blinked again, then the third blow, the nail pierced the dwarf's heart, and finally the fourth blow, the soul that knelt in the real manipulated body was liberated and the soul was liberated by the sacred weapon and began to burn。

Before he could comment on the burn, Marceau had already gotten up, and the lightning chain that completed in an instant swept away the undead around the paladin.

"Why don't you go!" the kitten said, turning and doing a backflip to get past the slashing arrow, the last of which was fired in the air and burrowed into the head of a ranger, the soul and body manipulated by the blasphemous force, and he fell to his knees with a deranged face, and then pounced.

"If I live here for a second longer, that circle will take one more child or woman!" said the paladin as he forcibly straightened his newly dislocated left arm, and then he picked up his sword and mace from between the corpses, "Where's your wooden sword!"

"In the body of the giant corpse demon, without it, the big guy who has recovered the ability to move will kill us all!" After speaking, he jumped up on the spot with a whip leg, and kicked Mr. Mage, who wanted to sneak attack him, and threw his head at the kitten cub without the dead body, but the next second, the cat cub grabbed his head and slammed it on the hard square stone slab. Black blood and withered tissue splattered in all directions,

It's now twelve minutes later, the entire front line has begun to crumble, the defense line is full of leaks, and the mages who have used up their spell slots have put on leather armor and come up with melee weapons - thanks to the first open era of the battle mage class, the dual cultivation of magic and martial arts has pitted many players during the test.

Although a large number of 'battle mages' have been created, at least by this time, these guys can still be more or less able to exchange one or more undead. It's just a pity that many of them ended up either being killed or becoming evil puppets like the desecrated souls Marceau had seen before.

On the Commander panel, the last brightly colored character in the Warrior class has been blacked, and the Berserker queue, which used to have a list of 2,000, has been automatically placed under the list by the system.

Slashing down a goblin, Marceau saw the last dwarf pull the line of fire from his backpack and crash headlong into a queue of Crownmasters.

The next second, like the earth shaking, everything on the defense line he was on was blown up to the sky, a piece of debris broke the head of the kitten cub and bled blood, the kitten cub who was bloodied in the right eye heard the wind, first a squat let go of something, and then a kick to put the guy next to him down, and then rolled twice in a row to let go of the attack of the momentum, both hands on the ground and rolled up, wiped the left eye with his hand, and saw that a demon had pounced in front of him.

In the next second, the cat cub who was knocked down by the large ghoul put his right hand into the ghoul's open blood plate mouth along with the armguard, and at the same time pulled out the dagger with his left hand from the side of his left leg boot, and when the big ghoul tore off his right hand, he stabbed the silver dagger with the effect of a sacred weapon directly into the side chest of the big ghoul, and when the big ghoul screamed because of the irresistible pain, Marceau flipped the big guy from his body, and the cat cub sat on its body, and the dagger was nailed into the head of the big ghoul in the next second。

The torn right arm was nowhere to be found, the cat cub bit the bone and picked up the long sword in the hand of a dead paladin next to him, and then used it to cut open a ghoul who pounced on him, losing his right hand, and the cat cub who could not hold the long sword finally pressed his forehead against the other side of the long sword, and at the same time as cutting open the ghoul, the blood on the hunting cub's face flowed more.

"Little thing!, can you still hold it!" asked the paladin.

"Still alive!" After saying that, Marceau knelt on the ground, and the torn right arm caused a lot of blood loss, Marceau felt that his reflexes were somewhat weakened because of this, and after a moment of semi-coma, Marceau woke up to see the shaman, who was also a kitten, screaming and being grabbed and stuffed into his mouth by a giant suture abomination.

This is the time of your own death?

No, that's a second longer.

The kitten struggled towards the Sage's Staff, the amount of blood loss that made the kitten's reflexes a little slow, and struggled between corpses and corpses, during which he was pounced on by a mage who had desecrated his soul, and Marceau shoved his severed right arm into the girl's mouth, and as she munched on the flesh, the silver-oozing dagger pulled from the chest of the corpse next to her stabbed it into its head.

Pushing away the corpse, Marceau continued to move forward, and within a few steps, the cat cub fell to the ground again, and the cat cub who fell to the corpse with an arrow from unknown guy stretched out his hand and pulled the arrow out of his waist, and then gave himself a protective arrow The cat cub took out the last axe in the axe bag, and chopped the skull of the undead in front of him, who had lost the lower half of his body, but was still stubbornly crawling towards him.

Getting up, Marceau took a step, the cat cub who tripped over something on his leg fell to the ground again, struggling to get up, the cat cub turned his head to look at the battlefield, there were undead everywhere, a few living people were either stabbed to death by swords, or were eaten, the paladin was already kneeling on the ground, and a high-ranking crown lord was pulling out a long sword from his back.

The kitten smiled, then took the Sage's Staff in his left hand.

A mind was poured into the Sage's Staff, and the next moment, the entire square was shrouded in light, and the light from the Sage's Staff went straight into the sky, from Sha'an to Mogus, from the Dragon's Claw Fortress in the northern part of the Central Mountains to the fine sand bay at the southernmost tip of the continent.

Flesh and blood were wrapped in the sky and turned to ashes, the undead on the ground were annihilated in a desperate situation, and the entire square was transformed into a sacred abode.

Is it cost......

Marceau sighed, and the kitten, who could no longer support his head, slowly lowered his head.

Some history may not be able to change the final outcome...... But at least, at this moment, he died like a warrior, and the sacred abode may only last for a few minutes, but at least more innocent people will be able to escape...... At least this time, it will be.

…………

When Marceau opened his eyes again, he found himself still in the square, and Tim Polenti and Newt Gingrich were clapping with relief on their faces.

"Did I succeed?" Marceau asked.

"Very good, more than a thousand people have obtained this trial before you, and only you have overfulfilled it, and the thought of sharing such an excellent little cub with His Highness Payne is really very unhappy. Tim Porenti was the first to speak, and Newt Gingrich, beside her, added: "But we are still proud of you, you have perfectly interpreted the definition of a sage, Mr. Marceau, every sage may not be the best warrior or spellcaster, but a sage is always the last bank in the face of despair." ”

"Next is the test of His Highness Payne. Tim Polenti laughed.

"Before you finish my test, I think you'd better deal with that cute little girl, I think she's on the verge of ...... Ah, pounced. Payne laughed, and Marceau hurriedly reached out and hugged Anne, the girl pouted, as if angry that she couldn't help Marceau, to which the kitten smiled: "Don't be afraid, this is just a test of the soul, and fear is the poison of the soul, Anne, I have to face all this." ”

"But...... I want to help you!"

"There's a chance in the future, okay? Patting Anne on the back, Marceau smiled and watched the little girl return to Yang's side, and then turned to look at her faith in this game: "My Highness, where is your test?"

"Well, go inside, I hope you like it. After His Highness finished speaking, a portal rose from in front of Marceau.

There's a good saying, Marceau thought as she took a step.

It's a blessing or a curse, and it's a disaster that can't be avoided. (To be continued.) )