It rained so hard that the trenches were no longer usable...... Marceau pulled the trigger, while thinking that although some ideas could not be realized, but the trench full of water still stopped the undead's footsteps, whether it was a skeleton soldier of cannon fodder or a noble high-ranking crown master, more than once because of mistakes or unable to confirm the location of the fall into the trench, whenever an important target fell into the trench, Marceau would come to that area with a lightning summoning (CallLightning) will hit the trench, because of the conductive reason, the original lightning summoning technique that can only cause a single kill can cause a large number of area kills, Marceau can only say that the experience is good。

After firing the bullets, the cat cub crouched behind the ruins, reloading and looking at the current defensive line, the players were clearly not used to fighting in the rain - it was still the beginning of the fifth open era, and players were eating outside the dungeon, and if it rained someday that day, the business of the hotel and the thieves would be several times better.

In such weather and the undead who stormed the defense line?Please, I am afraid that no one present has experienced it except Marceau.

Stuffing the fourth fixed ammunition into the bomb bay, the cat cub leaned against the wall of the ruins and raised the gun, choosing such a cross-fire is entirely because the undead hunters are simply bug-like deposits, not to mention the accurate shooting at least three hundred yards away, no matter what spell the player uses to obscure the vision, there will always be bullets through various smoke clouds to open the player's braincase, and finally Marceau feels that it is very likely that these undead hunters are likely to have a close shared vision of the battlefield.

There really can't be a solution to this, the undead are everywhere, and Marceau can't find an undead who is being shared by the undead hunters in this mountain of red targets.

So firing from the flanks from cover was the most reliable means at the moment, but thankfully the priests were able to do so, and the Holy House (HallowM) carefully wrapped the weak defensive areas, leaving only a few gaps for the undead to break through - the reason for leaving room for them. If you do this, you will be safe and the undead army will be forced to take a detour.

Please, Marceau, what are they suffering in this town for, isn't it just to prevent the reinforcements of the undead from going to Orsh.

Targeting the Black Samurai who had climbed over the ruins, the first buckshot shattered its skull, as a kitten cub who had once wielded a two-handed musket. Marceau's marksmanship had been honed for a long time, but the black warrior's soul stone was not in its skull, so the headless undead continued to move forward, and then stepped into the trench area - the cat cub watched as he disappeared under the puddle of water.

The garbage black samurai, it's not worth throwing the thunder technique yourself, let it soak in the water first, the cat cub thought so as he put the other black samurai into the mechanical sight, and when the pale skull of the black samurai was in the hole sleeve, the cat cub held his breath and pulled the trigger. This time, along with the skull, there were also fragments of soul stones, and the black warriors who were walking through the ruins immediately scattered.

When the hole caught the third black knight, and more black knights appeared in the field of vision, Marceau raised his head and shouted, "My position! Seventy-six yards to the left!

In the next second, the black warriors who had rushed down the ruins and entered the puddle began to spontaneously combust, and the sacred flames enveloped them, and some priests directly transformed this puddle into holy water, which was nothing to the steppe elf priest. These little things were born to be the strongest priests of the Holy Sect, so Marceau looked at the dozens of black warriors at the front and ordered dumplings. Then the follow-up Black Samurai realized that he could not follow in the footsteps of the former.

Then a cold shot knocked the black warriors in a dilemma on the ruins into a sieve.

For these methods of the living faction, in addition to constantly using cannon fodder troops to consume the ammunition of the living, the undead also have the attacks of the undead spellcasting units, and from time to time, there are fireballs that hit the living defenses, or explode on the ruins, and some magic flames kill and injure players through the gaps. But more often than not.

After a period of back and forth, the undead chose to retreat - after all, no amount of cannon fodder could withstand such attrition, and the undead commander seemed to be trying his luck in the other players' defenses.

Not feeling the footsteps of the undead, Marceau turned to look at a large human hunter: "Jamie." Get that dog to come over for a while. ”

“…… Can you change it, I still have a bear here. The human hunter wailed.

"First of all, the bear's head is too big to cover the helmet, second, it's too big to sit and most of its body is out of cover, and third, your dog can't even bite a black knight, while a bear can easily handle a squad of black knights. Marceau made his point, then looked at the human hunter in front of him and dropped a helmet into his arms: "Now, hurry up and get your dog meat on the field." ”

"You did it on purpose. Placing his helmet on his hound's head, the human hunter named Jamie told his Wang to walk to the ruins on the other side and slowly poke his head out of the ruins.

Everyone present waited for the gunshot, but it didn't go off until ten breaths later, which made Marceau very unhappy when he watched the dog wave his tail excitedly - what's going on, is the undead hunter asleep!?

Just as he was thinking this, the human hunter had already poked his head out into the distance: "I knew that the enemy had retreated very completely this time, and they were obviously trying to figure out another line of defense to attack" Before he could finish speaking, the human hunter fell from the ruins accompanied by the sound of gunfire.

"The gunfire was almost the same as Jamie's fall, the undead hunters were at most three hundred and forty meters away from us, which is the speed at which sound travels through the air, and their eyeliner must still be nearby, otherwise their infrared vision would not be able to determine whether it was a human head or a dog head under the helmet. Marceau said to herself, turning her head to the steppe elf priest who had been hiding behind the anti-arrow board, "Come and dispose of this unlucky bastard's corpse, fill his mouth with holy water, I don't want to have another person in the ranks of the undead hunters." ”

Leaving the body to the steppe elf priest, Marceau let the commander in charge of the line take over the defense, and then retreated from the line - the kitten cub had to make sure where else was being attacked.

A group of heralds immediately surrounded them, and one of them brought bad news to Marceau: "What, you said that the 'Liberators of Orshfang' and a human army have been locked in a bitter battle because they triggered the historical battle of the Orshfang town?"

"That's right, the latest news has just been delivered by a griffon warrior who flew close to the ground in the heavy rain, and we also saw it through the guò forum and offline live broadcast. The herald's reply made the kitten sigh, "What a trouble, then, now who of you knows that the undead are attacking those defenses." ”

"I know, I just came from the left, and the fireball from the necromancy system over there is just like the Chinese New Year. One of the heralds replied.

"Let's take a look on the left. "The undead always like to wash the floor with spells first, and then hang the players to fight, since even this kind of repertoire is used, I want to go there by myself to more intuitively confirm what the undead want to do and what they are doing.

Thinking of this, Marceau got up and beckoned to his direct team: "Follow me." (To be continued......)

PS: After uploading it last night, I don't know why it didn't go to VIP, but I had to buy a card today to make up for the full attendance...... Meow a cat, but it broke the golden body......