On that banner, there is a black flat barrel dripping oil, which is the silent accusation of mortals; on that banner, there are red iron hands standing, which is the blood-colored oath of mortals; on that banner, there are golden torches burning, which is the indomitable will of mortals; on that banner, there is the most representative disposable lighter in the Middle Ages, which is the sword in the hands of mortals; and the dog-headed banner with black background and white edge that they defend is the belief of mortals.

"Who are we!" a voice asked.

"Mortal!" replied a myriad of voices.

"What are we fighting for?" a voice roared.

"For the oath!" a myriad of voices shouted.

"Brothers, forward, the sacred covenant guides us!" a voice shouted.

"For the sake of the sacred covenant, the winner of life who crushes all evil, the world belongs to bachelors like us!" countless voices cheered.

Listening to the sound like a tsunami from a distance, watching the owners of the voices begin to cross the river in a group way, Marceau's face was desperate - meow, what to do, the opposite side looks vast, there are a lot of people, even one meter two is counted on his side is only 15,000 or six, even if the big cats can fight five, they can't stand the number of people in this sea of people, and the will to fight of the dead regiment can be said to be the best in the Federation, in those battles, the subordinate warbands of the dead regiment will never retreat even if they fight to the last person.

As he thought so, Marceau saw a steppe elf being lifted out of the trench by a big cat, and the little thing was holding a negotiation flag, and a man strode towards the big men.

Eventually, he stopped, and among the guys who went to the death group, there was also a team of guys who didn't close the equipment display, so they seemed to exude the aura of a strong man all over their bodies.

I guess it's the regimental commander and the high-ranking commander.

But then again, this guy who is more than two meters tall and wears like a spoofed champion...... Do you really have brains?

Marceau raised her ears and gave herself a shot and began to eavesdrop on them—high perception means that you can do whatever you want.

"I am the commander of 'Myrdal's One Meter Two', subordinate to the 'Big Guy of Seranta' warband of the Big Cat People, and I represent the 'Big Man of Seranta' to negotiate with you. The one-meter-two said seriously.

"Little thing, what do you have to say. Hearing that they were here to negotiate, the commanders of these dead regiments rarely chose to accept the negotiations - normally, the negotiation request of one meter two is usually approved, after all, the cuteness of the long is the advantage.

"First of all, I have a question, may I ask if the two warbands 'Tragedy of the Defeated Dog' and 'Tears of Luthor' belong to you. The little guy asked curiously.

“…… Yes, the 'Tragedy of the Defeated Dog' and the 'Tears of Luther' are in the Eastern Continent, and like other warbands, they are the second-tier combat power of our Death Regiment, although we belong to New Eden, but this time, the most important thing is to deal with Marceau. When the Grand Master of the Death Regiment said this, he was really loud: "Such a winner in life knows how hateful what he has done, but he doesn't know how to restrain it! Today, when our brother comes here, we must defeat him!"

Meow a cat, isn't it just abusing a dog!?

The kitten cub's eyes widened, and he was about to explode when he saw that the guys who went to the dead group - as a single dog, don't you have a little self-consciousness and a little bit of counting in your heart?!

"But if you choose to withdraw from the battle, I can invite you to a grand dance party after the war on behalf of the girls of our Myrdal system who are in this world. Speaking of this, the one-meter-two seemed to notice the distrust on the faces of the big men, and he crossed his waist and said, "I am the eldest son of the Myrdal family, Tatab Mimilan Myrdal. ”

The little guy also flashed a virtual screen, so far away that Marceau had to use an instantaneous arcane eyeball to share vision, allowing it to float over and share a perspective up close...... Well, it should be a proof of the system, and his words seem to have drawn eye contact from the commanders - after all, it's a rare opportunity to dance with pointy-eared girls, and every time in the Open Era, there have been shit luck guys who pick up square-eared or pointy-eared wives at the ball (in the eyes of Earth players).

Eventually, these commanders spoke.

"No way, we lovers are going to die and you are not just fighting for yourself, we must destroy Marceau today! This kitten who trampled on the dignity of a bachelor must pay the price!" The strong man with double-curved horns on his helmet, two meters tall, and a waist circumference that looked more than two meters two.

"Although your conditions are very exciting, we will not be bought by your kindness, we represent all the poor people in this multiverse today, and since a certain kitten will not be low-key, he will have to taste the anger from the bachelor. After the big man with a black mask on his head, only a heart shield on his upper body, and arms thicker than a cat's waist, the muscles in his chest jumped rhythmically a few times.

"Mr. Myrdal, you should have heard of the will of our flags, and it would be a fool for us to refuse your invitation, but if we agreed, it would mean that we had all betrayed the collective, and those who had fallen before this banner all these years, stained it red with their own blood, and fought to the death for this faith, would surely think that they were the greatest fools...... So, please go back, Your Excellency, today there is only one war to settle the grudge, maybe we will meet again in the years to come, but today, it is absolutely impossible. "It's a warrior in chain mail, wearing a full-face helmet with a wide field of vision, with a golden hollow burning ring on top of the helmet, and a loud voice of urns.

"To tell you the truth, I am very tempted, and I would very much like to accept your invitation, Mr. Myrdal, but as my fellow flame bearer said, if we betray a belief today, we will betray another existence tomorrow...... Loyalty is the most beautiful thing in this world, please forgive me for not accepting your good intentions. A bald man dressed in plain monk's robes, with chains and scriptures draped all over his body, sighed.

"Please return, Your Excellency, for your invitation is like a gospel from heaven to us in Hell...... But we can't agree, because it represents a betrayal of the flag behind us, and a betrayal...... Represents hopelessly stupid, no one likes a stupid guy, you think so. A guy with a full body of fire elementalization and heavy plate armor said as fiery red liquid dripped from him.

"So, does the battle seem inevitable? Myrdal pouted.

"Yes, please go back, we appreciate your kindness. The Grand Master, dressed like a sadomasochistic champion, said.

"Okay, but I still hope that you will accept the invitation of our warband girls after the war. Myrdal said.

"What an invitation. "Everyone was puzzled.

"You and your subordinates can refuse my invitation, it also means that your loyalty is irreproachable, although this time you and I are enemies, but I am still willing to invite you, if there is a fate, we can still meet after the war. The little creature bowed his head and saluted.

Looking at him, eventually the big men also bowed their heads.

"On the battle array, life and death are fateful. The Grand Master finally said this, which was an acknowledgment of the invitation.

"Life is in the world, wealth is in the sky. Myrdal finished and began to walk back.

When he returned, Marceau called the boy over and asked him why he was looking for the guys on the other side.

"My father, the Grand Master of the Fourth Founding Era, chose to quit the group after falling in love with his mother, and accepted the blessings of his companions. The answer given by this kid also made the cat speechless.

"By the way, are you so relieved of these guys?" Marceau finally asked.

"The hundreds of thousands of young ladies who can't get married every year on the star don't think so, and the big people who can stick to their hearts under such temptation can't get any worse, so I think I can fill the gap somewhat. The boy's answer made the cat unable to answer for a long time.

Well, he's not wrong, although the players who go to the dead group are indeed as smelly and hard as the stones in the toilet, but if you really want to talk about character, you can't point any shortcomings.

It's just that...... Where are these mobs who are always ready to skin cats?! They want to skin cats! What is so good about such a brutal guy!!

This was the first time in the game that Marceau felt like she was really going to die.