Walking out of this path, Marceau saw the ruins after the Great War, and the back door of the warehouse could pour out so many undead, and on the front gate of the busy avenue, it was naturally even more sinister.

Walking down the avenue, Marceau saw the aftermath of the battle for the first time - the corpses of the undead and dead players everywhere, some of them rummaging through the piles of corpses for the lucky ones, and on the side of the road, several seriously injured players were undergoing field surgery.

The cat cub walked down the street with one foot deep and one foot shallow - the stone road was full of all kinds of potholes, from the pits melted by the flames to the holes corroded by strong acid, the streets were full of blood, some of the potholes were full of blood, death and pain ruled the street in the true sense of the word, Marceau took out his musket, pointed it at the half of the corpse that was crawling towards him, looked at the equipment on his body, looked at his nose that was gone, looked at the deep wound that was visible to the bone, the cat cub took a deep breath...... He put away the musket, then drew his long knife and sent it a real death.

I don't use a musket because the gun is too loud, and if you startle the doctor in the operation, it will be a big evil, so it's better to use a knife and be quiet.

"Hi kitten, where are you from. Watching Marceau's movements, a tall, thin cat man beckoned to the kitten.

"The back door of the warehouse. Marceau replied, "I want to go to the temple area, where my friend is." ”

Glancing at this cat man, Marceau found that this was a very rare mixed-race cat man warrior monk - if it was a pure-blooded big cat man, two meters three was their average height, and the one meter eight thin and tall cat man in front of him was not a pure-blood, it should be with Konstantin.

"Back door, I heard that the fight was hard too, and the fellows of the Sword of Sorrow had fought two regiments on that little street. The tall and thin cat man nodded: "I see that you are not dressed like a healing shaman but an enhancement shaman." Ah, you can use a bow and arrow, and if you're lucky, you can walk on your own legs. ”

It was only then that Marceau discovered that the guy's left calf was missing, and he was now wearing a wooden prosthetic leg.

"Thanks to Lady Luck for keeping an eye on me. ”

"I think you only know how to hide behind other people!" a voice drew Marceau's attention behind her. The kitten cub turned around and looked at a dwarf mage with a trashy look at him.

"Did you see that?" replied Marceau, expressionlessly, in the eyes of the kitten, this mage without half a piece of dust was the real group of people who carried forward the 'hiding behind others'.

"Enough, Ice and Fire, I can smell the smell of this kitten, it is the smell of blood and sweat. After the half-breed cat man finished speaking, he turned his head and said hello to Marceau: "Don't worry about him, this guy has been hostile to people who are taller than him since he chose a dwarf." ”

"Fuck your mother's hostility! Black Meow, are you itching!" The dwarf master known as Ice and Fire howled and pulled out a crossbow: "You have a kind of say it again!"

The kitten looked at the gnome. Then he looked at the big cat again, and the latter smiled, but did not speak, but directly turned on the crane posture - this is one of the postures of the warrior monk, the crane, the spirit turtle and the tiger represent speed, defense and attack respectively, in the crane posture, the movement of the warrior monk is completely unaffected by any slowdown, including taking advantage of the opportunity to attack and slash. +2 for all reflexes at the same time.

Then the dwarf threw away the crossbow in his hand and knelt down without restraint: "Hero, spare your life!"

Four words are sincere. The cat cub burst into tears.

Leaving aside a certain dwarf master who would be trained by the cat-man warrior monk, the cat cub continued to walk, and when he walked through the main entrance of the warehouse, the cat cub stopped, only to see that a large number of players had climbed on the back of the giant abomination at this time, and a player who seemed to be the head of the group was in front of them. It seemed that he was going to take a screenshot, but the actions of his own team members really made him feel a little embarrassed - these guys either picked their nostrils, picked their teeth with daggers, or simply dug a piece of meat from Abomination and put a fork in front of him, and a few even took off their combat boots and picked their feet.

"Can you gauze give me a little face! Look what you're up to!?" The 'Moggs Snow Eagles' warband is a half-regiment. When people came up to take pictures, it was a tall elite player! Look at you! Show a little momentum! At least give an explanation to our brothers who have died in the battle in the 'Smiling Simon' guild, you unweaned crumbs! Time is running out for immunization potions!!"

At the end of the shout, the cat cub could clearly see the blue tendons erupting from the forehead of the head of the regiment with a broken arm, and the frequency of the shaking was not unusual, even if it was a blood vessel.

The captain was scolding the streets, so Marceau made a small circle, and as he walked behind the captain, he gave a thumbs up to the survivors who were wounded in fancy ways.

Then the guys laughed and gave the kitten a thumbs up.

The next moment, the head of the group, "I've taken a good picture of you miscellaneous pieces!" came as promised.

Crossing the street, Marceau let the carriage convoy that came to transport the corpse, and the cat cub walking along the side of the street sniffed, and felt that something was flowing out of the cat cub and quickly stretched out his hand to wipe it - but don't be a brain flower, although he is a half-undead, but he really wants to be beaten out of the brain flower, and he will not have a good time in the future.

At first glance, it was blood, and now Marceau was relieved, it seemed that he was injured by the shockwave of the fire explosion when he was just fighting, but the result of the half-undead was that this injury was not fatal to the cat cub at all, and the blood that flowed did not even fluctuate the blood bar of the cat cub.

Well...... By the way, speaking of this injury, should I drink a bottle of healing potion for serious injuries now, or should I find a mage from the necromantic faction or go to the black market to buy some negative energy bottles to defend myself?, while complaining, he reached out and wiped the snow on the top of the green trees on the side of the road, and then Marceau heard the footsteps coming from a distance.

Raising his head and seeing Anne running towards him, Marceau's face finally showed a smile, and the cat cub smiled and reached out to make a stop gesture: "Don't jump, the little body is brittle and begging to be let go." ”

Anne's smiling face immediately turned into a deflated mouth, and the girl ran to the kitten, and did not pounce, but grabbed the kitten's hand and threw it over the shoulder.

Running through the air in the girl's hand, the kitten sighed at the rapidly changing sky and earth, and slammed it on the ground - fortunately, Anne knew to keep her hand and threw the kitten on the snowdrift instead of the stone street.

Emerging from the snow, the kitten shook its body and then reached out and hugged the girl.

"You're okay, it's really good. (To be continued......)