The short body gave way to the sweeping longsword and stabbed the silver-seeping shortsword in his left hand into the assailant's side, and the Lord of the Crown, who was wrapped in holy flames because he could not understand the tenacity caused by the silver-seeping weapon with the divine effect, hissed, and the rain fell on its body, bringing wisps of holy flames with it.

Turning around, the long knife in his right hand first slashed the left leg of the other Lord of the Crown who was about to sneak attack him, and when the sneak attacker fell, the cat cub had already thrown the long knife in his hand, nailing the Lord of the High Crown twenty yards away to the ruins next to the street, and the Prairie Elf Priest, who was already preparing to collect the dead, picked up the shotgun from the ground and blasted the skull of the High Crown Lord into pieces along with the soul stone in the skull.

Poking out his tail behind him, he brought out the silver dagger from under the ribs of the crown lord who was still spontaneously combusting, and the kitten scooped up the dagger with his left hand, and when the dagger in his hand turned around, it was stabbed into the chest of the sneak assailant who was getting up again, and the oppressive difficulty of the divine weapon to identify the undead made this one fail again, so the latter, who was hit directly by the soul stone, immediately began to turn into flying ashes.

Pulling out the short sword and raising it, using it to block the oncoming long sword, the catcub's empty right hand popped out the spike blade and penetrated the chest of the high-level crown lord in front of him, the natural thorn blade from the World Tree drilled a hole in the breastplate protected by the high-level crown lord with negative energy like cutting butter, and the erosion of the power of nature immediately made the high-level crown lord fall into a scream, it knelt helplessly on the stone slab of the street, and the evil soul couldn't stop 'choking'.

Hearing the sound of dense footsteps behind him, he stabbed the short sword along the breastplate and neck of the High Crown Lord, the cat cub turned around and took a deep breath, and a natural angry shout (the shaman's rebuke ability, which has a double effect on the inanimate undead) swept through the small half of the street with a crisp roar, the Crown Lords and their high-ranking commanders were frightened and frightened, and the lower-level Black Knights and Skeleton Swordsmen fled. Some of the undead who had not been identified by the wrath of nature began to shatter - nature represented by life has always had a reputation for targeted killing of unnatural creatures, not to mention that Marceau also consumed the holy power required by a fourth-level spell to double the effect of this rebuke.

Then the kitten turned around, and a bolt of lightning turned into an energy chain and hit the self-slicing knife, and then the kitten shook it, and the long knife swung in an arc in the air, and finally pinned the high-level crown master who was leading the charge to the ground. The latter is still in a state of shock, and was directly hit by the cat cub with a critical blow, and at the same time, there is no suspense in the identification of the sacred weapon, and the lord of the high-level crown in the state of shock directly enters the state of the holy flame burning body, in this case, if you want to rescue, I am afraid that it is possible to use up all the negative energy of several white bone priests to 'treat'.

It's just that there is no such opportunity, and the cat cub pulled the energy chain, and the long knife rolled in the air, and was finally grabbed by the kitten's right hand. And the steppe elf priest in the rear, who was freeing his hands, fired several consecutive sun bursts. Directly evaporated these undead who were still in a state of shock and fright.

Turning around, the tail brought the short knife out of the wound of the lord of the high crown, and then the long knife in Marceau's hand split the one in half from the bottom to the top, and the cat cub, who noticed that there was no soul stone in the chest cavity, reversed the long knife and split the falling skull in two from top to bottom, this time, the cat cub saw the soul stone that was perfectly cut.

A perfect cut, so thought of the kitten cub will shake the long knife and shake off the debris from the knife. Then Marceau, who had put his knife in his sheath, looked around, and there were no undead who could stand in this defensive line. The prairie elves and the big men are mending to some of the undead who can't move.

"The wounded who have been treated and are able to continue fighting must remain in the defensive line, and the seriously wounded and those who have lost limbs must be sent to the rear treatment station. Marceau made this request to the priests and prepared to leave - now that the second line of defense was full of fighting, the cats were really lacking in skills, and could only get close to where they were, hoping that the second line of defense would hold out a little longer, and I didn't know how the battle on the Orsh side was going.

Just as Marceau took the third step. A patch of sunlight from behind itself lit up the street, and the kitten who turned around looked up, enjoying the glare of the sunlight as the rain seemed to decrease. Soon the kitten felt that the rain had stopped.

Vast expanses of dark clouds are dispersing, and the sun is once again spilling its heat over the canary plains, and the players are cheering quietly, even the kittens...... I also shook my body with joy and shook off the excess water that I still wanted to hide on my body.

Sunlight has a natural inhibition of the undead, and some high-level beings may not care about sunlight, but the vast majority of the undead will definitely not like the suppression that sunlight brings to them, let alone souls like ghosts and ghosts, and it is even more unlikely that spirits and banshees will appear...... At least not with these spirit assassins.

In this joyful mood, a herald brought more good news to Marceau, "The Orsh side has been liberated!

It's Anne again, and Marceau knows that where Anne is there, it can reassure Marceau.

"Those guys don't seem to be able to recreate the battle on the Olsh side, but at least this time they did get things done much faster. "There are steppe elves in the street who pick up the topic like this.

"Our defense this time is also good, the morale bonus provided by the commander has saved a lot of people, and there are three times in my battle record that I have been evaluated for the additional morale bonus. A steppe elf smiled at Marceau and nodded, "Thanks to a commander like Marceau." ”

"I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do, don't thank me. Marceau is not willing to accept such compliments, for the kitten, this qiē is just what he should do: "The kitten man does not ask what his friends can do for him, but always reminds himself of what he can do for his friends...... This is a proverb taught to me by my elders, and I never dare to forget it. ”

"It's such a cute kitten, but it seems to have an owner. The laughter of a strange girl came from the top of the building at the support point: "It is said that the chief captain of the battle mage named Anne is on her way to Valdaha, Marceau, is she your lover, is she very touched to hear this news?" ”

With these words, Marceau immediately felt that these steppe elves, who were still a little strange, immediately became enthusiastic, and they all looked at the kitten with smiles, without words or movements, as if they were just waiting for the kitten's answer.

After thinking about it, Marceau nodded very vigorously: "To be honest, I'm surprised, after all, it's so dangerous here, but I'm a little moved, because there are friends at the end of the road, and I don't think it will be lonely." ”

To tell the truth, Marceau wanted to accept the title of lover, but when he thought of an uncertain future...... Therefore, Marceau can only compare himself with his friends, and at the same time remind himself once again that the previous victory in the herbal trade is only the first change in the trajectory of fate, if you want to be happy, you must work harder, money in your own hands will not give birth to money, and the cat cub must find a good place for the gold coins in his hand in the recent period.

Since knowing the girls' earning power in her previous life, Marceau has long lost the idea of earning more than them, and the only thing she thinks about now is ...... At the very least, they should be self-sufficient. Lying in bed and waiting to die? Maybe someone else could do it, but Marceau thought he couldn't do it.

The steppe elves around him didn't seem to care whether they were lovers or friends, and he laughed with them, and some of them dared girls ran over and gave Marceau a kiss.

"What a shy kitten, what a joy for my sister. She said so.

"Yes, she's shy and cute, which is really the envy of my sisters. She summed it up like this.

In this regard, Marceau could only smile bitterly, and at the same time said goodbye to these little guys again: "I still need me for other lines of defense, I'm leaving, and there is an undead offensive, so please fight hard." ”

"How can you not work hard for yourself. The steppe elves smiled and nodded.

…… Yes, it's about yourself, how can you not work hard.

Thinking of this, Marceau nodded vigorously, and strode towards the nearby line of defense. (To be continued......)

PS: The www.biquge.info of Biqu Pavilion has been fried for a long time, and now it can finally be uploaded...... It was a day of suffering.