With a knife in his right hand and a sheath in his left, Marceau followed the red trail unhurriedly, walking through the ruins and alleys, and finally after passing a corner, Marceau saw the crimson figure and the six companions standing silently beside it.

Looking at everyone in front of him, the cat cub smiled a little shyly, and at the same time cast the divine super: divine weapon on the long knife in his hand, showing the difference between himself and everyone in front of him with practical actions.

'What a nasty living man, kill him!'

Apparently there was nothing to talk about between the undead and the living, and looking at the infiltrators who rushed towards him, Marceau raised his left hand and fired the remaining six bullets from 'Marvels of Engineering: The Murder Weapon of the Exotic Destroyer' at the bell tower not far away, the overheated body of the gun raised a mist in the rain curtain, and one of the six single-headed bullets hit the bell on the bell tower, and the old bronze bell let out a dull roar.

Then a player's scolding came from the bell tower, apparently a guy with a short temper, and his voice could be heard clearly even from Marceau's position: "What kind of stupid boy is downstairs! How many times have I told you, don't fire at the bell tower!

After saying that, there was a light on the side of the bell tower that hit Marceau's direction, which was supposed to be a player-made searchlight - a semi-circular metal pot, a prop with a light spell attached, and a large piece of beautiful glass that was a must-have item for warband players at any time.

When the light hit his body, Marceau happened to do a somersault to dodge the thrust of the first infiltrator, and when the cat cub rolling in the air was about to land, the long knife in his hand had already split the infiltrator in front of him in half, along with the bone sword.

The voices on the bell tower were silent for a moment, and then the continuous ringing of bells rang.

Choose wisely, be wise teammates, face such teammates. If it weren't for the fact that he was now troubled, Marceau would have wanted to give this player a medal that weighs at least a ton.

With the scabbard in his left hand stabbing the dagger in front of him and his left hand, Marceau, who was sideways, knocked the third infiltrator away, and then swung the long knife in his right hand to block the long sword that slashed at his shoulder from the right side, while the left scabbard stabbed directly into the eye socket of the fourth infiltrator, and the infiltrator screamed and retreated. With a knife in both hands, the kitten turned to slash the third infiltrator who knelt up, and then slashed the headless corpse in half with the long knife held high.

After destroying the soul stone, the kitten turned around, and after picking off the long sword that stabbed at him, he accurately stabbed the infiltrator in the chest, pulling the long knife out of the skeleton ignited by the holy flame, and the kitten turned around and parried the incoming long sword with the long knife, and the cat cub, who had gained an advantage in the strength confrontation, pushed the infiltrator who had once leaped away, and then turned around and held the scabbard. Pull it out of the skull of the still screaming infiltrator, and then knock over the halfling infiltrator with a single scabbard, using the scabbard to nail the halfling infiltrator to the ground - the soul stone is strong, but the scabbard transformed into a sacred weapon is the natural enemy of the soul stone.

The long knife was put back on his back, and once again the cat cub who parried the long sword attack turned around, and the long sword was pulled out of the infiltrator's hand, and the cat cub swung the long knife in his hand, splitting the infiltrator's chest and abdomen diagonally, and the soul stone in half was turned into ashes in front of the kitten's eyes.

A tumble in the streets gives way to the last infiltrator's hack. Marceau pulled out the four-pack one-handed shotgun from his waist as he got up, at such close range. The first one-headed bullet directly swept off most of the infiltrator's skull, and the next second, the second single-headed bullet shattered the soul stone thrown out of the skull.

Standing up and tucking the one-handed shotgun back into its holster, Marceau smiled a standard shy smile at the crimson figure in his eyes, "You're too confident in your men, evil. ”

The Moon Elf team that had met before had already appeared at this time. Facing Marceau and the undead standing in the rain, noticing the infiltrator bones scattered at the catcub's feet, they wisely did not rush over to engage in the battle, but scattered to surround the undead who were confronting Marceau.

'What a nasty living person, you're killing yourself!' the undead finally ripped off its torn robe at this point. What appeared in Marceau's eyes was a high-level infiltrator, its skull eye sockets fluttering with red soul fire, pure black negative energy escaping from the joints of its bones, and a pair of black blades popping out of the arm guards on its arm bones.

A standard high-level infiltrator with an elite template, with its own high-level combat AI is already a sure fact, but I don't know who this person will be.

"I just don't want you to do your purpose so easily, and I don't know your last name yet. Marceau wasn't in a hurry to attack - time was on his side, and the kitten silently ejected the empty bomb bay of 'Wonder of Engineering: The Murder Weapon of the Exotic Destroyer', and then put on the new bomb bay with a nonchalant expression.

'I never talk nonsense with a dying piece of waste. The undead rushed towards Marceau, to which the kitten cub took a small step back and stood, raising the long knife in his right hand flat, facing the front of the blade, and stroking the blade of the long knife with his left hand, and then accelerated towards the infiltrator in front of him.

Using the blade to block the stabbing black blade, the kitten was knocked back by a huge force, and the kitten, who lost a step in the power confrontation, took advantage of the situation to give way to the infiltrator's other fist with a backflip.

The infiltrator who didn't hit the target jumped up and turned around with a flying kick, a very standard warrior monk combo, and the kitten cub, who had been prepared for this, once again blocked the flying leg running towards the door with a long knife, and was kicked out of a large distance, but the catman's natural sense of balance allowed Marceau to land perfectly after several heels, and the cat cub standing firmly on the street with his feet firmly bowed to the girl who was cheering from the bell tower.

Then he turned sideways to give way to the flying knife, and the kitten raised the long knife to meet the infiltrator, who was still boxing, this time the kitten gave up a fist with a short body.

The infiltrator took advantage of the situation and turned around, and the whip leg that came first came from top to bottom wanted to force Marceau to make a parry move, but the cat cub had already done a backflip, and the long knife on the ground directly let the whip leg infiltrator turn around and dance the empty leg for the second time after landing.

The infiltrator saw that the kitten cub was already falling, and as soon as it hit the ground, it was connected to a third kick.

In this regard, Marceau abandoned the long knife in his hand, grabbed the opponent's leg bone with both hands, and used the waist and abdomen force to force the turn in the air, Marceau, with this leg bone as a point of strength, turned around in the air directly, and directly took the infiltrator in the air three times, while slamming it heavily on the stone slab of the street, the cat cub who borrowed the force turned in the air and smashed directly on the infiltrator with his back to him, and at the same time, the spike blade that popped out of his left hand pierced along its ribs, and the thorn blade made by the World Tree pierced the soul stone.

After a few seconds, Marceau got up from the infiltrator's back, and this time the kitten, who didn't pull up the flipped hood, pulled the broken soul stone out of his ribs, stood up and tossed it to the ground, then stomped it to pieces.

"Really, when did I have a bad problem talking nonsense with a piece of waste who was about to die a second time. ”

Picking up the long knife on the ground, pulling the scabbard out of the halfling infiltrator's chest, the cat cub who put the knife into the sheath smiled at the high-level infiltrator on the ground and muttered to himself, waving to the moon elves around him.

"Guys, find a place to smash the bones of these infiltrators. (To be continued......)