"We should go on the offensive, Lord Marceau, what do you think? The bloody big cat man knelt on one knee in front of Marceau, and the one asked a little puzzled, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"What's your name?" Marceau looked at the big cat in front of him, he didn't know why the big cat had to face him with such courtesy, but as a big commander, the cat cub decided to do his job.

"Vahim Shiva Klotta, Your Excellency, please give the order, it only takes two more charges, and the defenses of those criminals will collapse! Your Excellency, do you seem to think that too many people are dying today" The big cat pointed to the corpses on the battlefield: "What we are doing today is not to cause killing, but just to make these humans understand that some people must pay for what he has done, we just want a justice, if they are not willing to give it to us, then we will take it with our own hands." ”

"Vahimqing, I know your desire to fight, but there is more important waiting for us, we must hold this area, a new enemy has arrived. Glancing at the pocket watch in his hand, Marceau turned to look in the direction of the city of Kuchtmani, the closed gate of the city had been opened, and teams of legions were coming out of the city gate, and in the center of the battle flag with a purple background, there was a pattern of an elephant in chess.

"Kuchtmani Liberators...... They're finally here. With a single sword, he finished off the Ashbi battle mage in front of him, and Flame noticed the battle formation that was gathering behind the enemy warband, as well as the group of knights holding white flags.

"This is the Liberators of Kuchtmani City! In the name of the Grand Master! If you invaders retreat now! We will swear by the honor of the warband's inheritance that we will not join the battle!"

The group of knights galloped past the center of the two defenses, and the knight in the lead rode past the steppe elves as he circled: "Put away your pride!

"There is no justice than death. The big cat, Vahim, replied with a loud growl.

"We have now become a salient, which is a very awkward position, so I now order, all the steppe elf wings will retreat back to the hilly area, and the cat-man wing will be broken......" Marceau glanced at the kitten lieutenant standing behind him: "Raise my battle flag and tell everyone that there is a sage here who is willing to fight for faith, I don't fight for the king, I fight for justice." ”

As the battle flag was raised, there was a voice reinforced by illusion: "It's just some thugs with mantis arms as cars!

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In the center of the front.

"A new airborne wing is being prepared! His Excellency Marceau has ordered the steppe elf wing to retreat, but he has raised the flag! It's the banner of the sage!"

Marx and Aleuk listened to the bad news coming from the right, and the two young men looked at the giant virtual war sandbox in front of them.

"The liberators of the city of Kuchtmani, these guys threw at least 150,000 people...... Damn it!" Marx bit his lip: "Could it be that in their eyes, the slave traders are the one who is right?"

"Only, I think that in their eyes, justice is always written by the victor...... Tell all the warbands of the Oath Keepers!Centered on my coordinates!Summoning orders......" After a pause, Aleuk looked up at the director of his think tank, and just as he was still hesitating, the herald came again.

"The liberators of Kuchitmani City have raised the battle flag! It's the Son of God! Their Grand Master is the Son of God!"

"Looks like someone has made up my mind, ma'am, raise my flag! Tell all the pointed ears who is standing here facing the rags! I need them!"

"Gernqing, put up my flag too, the children of the Longerxi family will never run away with their backs to justice. Marx turned his head to look at the director of his think tank: "Tell all my compatriots that I am waiting for them here! Justice cannot be provoked!"

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"Shenzi Banner, this thing is really cheap these days, or are those big men not figuring out the situation?" Looking at the battle flag held by the flag bearer of the Kuchtmani Liberator Warband who was approaching in the distance, she snorted, and she glanced at Penny beside her: "Shall we put up the flag?" ”

"Son, I'm the son of Dane!Mrs. Think Tank!Raise the Banner of God!Tell the little cubs!If Mr. Marceau can't retreat, let's go up!" Penny said as he looked at the line of defense in the distance, and for the first time the girl who was clutching the musket in her hand felt her choice ...... There's really nothing wrong with that.

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"It's just a RANK8 low-level divine power, looking at the flag, it is inlaid with gold wire and embroidered red, this style of killing Matt is really annoying. Anne stood beside Marceau, commenting on the flag in the distance.

Marceau rolled his eyes, please, RANK8 is also a god, and it is also a sword and a gun spelled out by the old father back then, although it is just a god of joy and victory, but at least it is also a god.

The kitten really wanted Anne to leave this place of right and wrong, but this girl was really too good to fight, and if she was allowed to go, not to mention that she was not happy, other kittens and big cats would also think that their big commander was too unlucky.

At this moment, cheers came from the ranks of the liberators of Kuchitmani City, as if a transcendent presence appeared and blessed them, and even the side of the mountain people who came with them received enough profits.

"Speaking of which, Marceau, you are also the son of God...... That guy must think you can't summon your grandpa here. Anne turned to Marceau and said, "That guy is so annoying!

And the voice rang out again: "It's still too late to escape!"

Marceau snorted, whether it is as a big commander or as the grandson of his grandfather, the children of the Su family will never be a deserter, if there is a kind, come on.

Just as he was thinking this, a small package of flesh suddenly fell from the sky and smashed directly in front of Marceau.

The flesh quickly melted into the earth, and from the ground rose from the bone's hand, there was a flagpole with a banner rolled up.

There was a rare silence on the battlefield, Marceau licked her tongue, she didn't have to think about it to know who it would be, and Anne looked at Marceau, then put down the sledgehammer in her hand and ran over to take the flagpole in her hand.

This is a hanging flag, untied and unfolded on the black background flag, a white bone hand pointed straight to the sky.

In the next moment, a large amount of flesh and blood wrapped in flesh descended from the sky, and these blood-red packages burned and split in the air at a speed visible to the naked eye, and when there were still numbers left the ground, the flesh and blood burned out, and the Lord of the Crown, who had jade bones and pure white soul fire, converged in silence, and finally joined the battle array.

A portal was forged around the cats, flesh and bones stood up as branches, then pure white flames lit everything, and white lichs dressed in white robes and golden crowns walked through the doors, saluting Marceau, blessing after blessing on the cats' heads.

The bones of the dragons pierced through the portal, and instead of joining the battle, the pure white bones dropped huge cabinets behind Marceau's line and retreated, some of them holding bone longbows, some of them joining the line with swords and shields, and some of them gathered together and stood on both sides of the line, huge spears standing upright.

"Your Excellency......" Vahim walked up to Marceau with some confusion: "These are ......"

Marceau shrugged: "Don't be afraid, my people. At this moment, Marceau, who doesn't know how his grandfather made these white bones of his family transform the camp, still has to 'everything under control' with a hard cat skin.

"Oh......" the big cat meowed, then turned and shouted, "Your Excellency's people! For justice! The Heroic Spirits will fight with us! Little cubs! Are you happy! These are the heroes of this world!"

Then the big cats and kittens immediately meowed, feeling that there was no need for encouragement, and the morale was directly outrageous.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the Divine Son Banner in front of him again, and Marceau turned his head to look at the girl who was holding the flag: "Honey, raise it a little higher." ”

Looking at her own kitten with its tail flicked out 180 degrees, Anne laughed: "No problem, dear." With that, she lifted a little higher—at least ten centimeters!

Turning around, the kitten cub had already used his nostrils to face the flag when he looked at it again-meowed, the second-generation nouveau riche on the opposite side didn't expect it, was it surprised?

Meow hahaha.

I can't wait to tear that guy's ugly face apart.