The bullet flew away the skull of the assassin at the head of the team, but instead of dying, he hissed and began to charge, Marceau threw away the musket in his hand, and with both hands, he threw the young lady of the Mo family towards the small building on the side of the road, and at the same time blocked several arrows with his elemental body.

The long knife was in his hand, and he turned to behead the opponent who rushed over: "They are dead!" This should be an undead, or an assassin who has been concocted by necromancy, and the assassin who lost his head suddenly lost his sense of balance, and Marceau had to make up for it, which triggered the effect, and the holy flame set the moving corpse on fire.

Mo Qingyu, who was also elemental, stood on the wall, she took out a crossbow, and did not prepare any large-scale spells - using large-scale spells in crowded cities, I am afraid that the assassins will not hit it, but they can wipe out a wave of melon-eating people.

To be honest, the scene was also very chaotic, the nearby civilians were screaming and running, the assassins were rushing towards them like mad dogs, and the players didn't understand the situation at all, but a steppe elf pulled out a flare gun and fired it into the sky.

"Run!" Marceau shouted at the little thing, and then a backward roll gave way to the flying fire blast, which seemed to have an extremely effective arcane spell and turned into a near-miss, and finally burrowed into the shop on the side of the street, turning the entire storefront into a huge fire-breathing purgatory, and several pedestrians who were nearby were set on fire, and they were rolling on the ground, but Marceau knew that the arcane energy would not be extinguished so easily, and they would only be burned to ashes in the end.

These madmen, blatantly unclear to Marceau, are they a little unclear - is this the method of New Eden, or the method of the aristocracy?

With such doubts, Marceau leaned down and stretched out his hand, pulling out a leafy mace from the ground— This is the sage's specialty of communicating with nature, the real sage can summon the elements, and can also command the elements, this is the power that Marceau borrowed from the world tree of Paloenst, the twig of the world tree, for the average human, every blow of this thing is not even damage (an attack on the good camp will only cause a small amount of bruises and an equal amount of healing), but for a certain camp and the undead, every blow of this thing is a confrontation between life and death.

The 16 difficulty Clash of Wills is equivalent to a one-hit kill for unsapient and unsuccessful undead, quadruple damage for undead players in the evil faction, triple damage for passing undead and double damage for wicked factions, and this natural mace ignores armor and can be eyed in any armor on its side as long as it is worn on both the evil faction and the undead.

It is the rebellion of life against death.

Marceau swung the mace and smashed the Assassin and sword in front of him, and in the contact between the mace and the assassin after shattering the sword, the assassin became a blur of fragments scattered in all directions, and as an adult who no longer had to face the mosaic, he noticed that there was no blood between the pieces.

They are dead, but they have the unique flexibility of the living, and they know how to cooperate, and they can spell ...... "What the hell is this?!" let the piercing of a long sword, Marceau used the long sword to parry the attack of another long-handled axe, and at the same time raised his foot to kick the assassin who wanted to turn the stab into a sweep, and at the same time, the mace in his left hand threw out, smashing the assassin who wanted to capture the young lady of the Mo family: "Forsaken?"

"Forget your Monster Terrier! they are the living dead, assassins made of alchemy and necromancy, lackeys of the Mad King of the Fourth Open Era. Bringing down an assassin with the crossbow in his hand, Mo Whisper picked up the mace and threw it at Marceau: "I always thought that they could only exist in the history books along with the Mad King. ”

"Thank you for your pedigree, dear. Marceau said as she ducked over the sweeping scimitar, which sliced through everything in its path, stabbing the assassin who was trying to hit Marceau with a mace in the jaw, and then emerging from the top of his skull.

Reaching out to catch the mace, he turned around and hit a standard home run, sending a halfling with a dagger in both hands straight into the air.

"Uh...... That one seems to be alive just now?"

Marceau watched the halfling scream and fly over a long distance and fall into the fountain, and couldn't help but hit another assassin with a mace, and watched the humanoid torch finally have such an answer.

"Excuse me, buddy!"

The kitten shouted at the halfling who had emerged from the pool, his hands idle, trying to pull the knife out of the head of the assassin who had died again.

The players finally reacted at this time, and after a paladin detected the camp, they immediately cheered and joined the encirclement and suppression of the assassins - this kind of red and purple 'city guard', isn't it a good time to have revenge and revenge.

In fact, although the assassins had twenty or thirty people, in the face of the players, it was like a sea of chestnuts and seas, and they were quickly drowned in the sea of players, and the living dead mage who knew how to spell was even more than a dozen arrows of various demon destruction.

Considering that in order to be able to investigate further, Marceau asked the players to leave the corpses behind - their equipment and weapons for the guys to take for themselves, so the players quickly pulled out the equipment and weapons on the corpses, and then quickly ran away before the real city guards arrived.

"Whether it's the aristocracy or New Eden, I think these guys must be crazy. Mo whispered over to Marceau's side and looked at the corpse at his feet with him.

"Why?" Marceau had not participated in the Fourth Open Era, and for him, the term "living dead" had only existed in medieval horror film collections until today.

"Because they are the most powerful existence in the Mad King's army, and they are also the most terrifying living weapons, they are monsters made of living people, through alchemy and necromancy, they are fearless, obey all the orders of their masters, and while the Mad King is still there, these living dead will be assigned by him to some commanders, these commanders use the blood as a guide, and rule over these dead and alive...... Considering that the Fourth Open Era is not so far away from the Fifth Open Era, it is possible that some families have acquired this bloodline...... Or maybe some old immortal aboriginal is still alive. Mo whispered and paused at this point: "If possible, it's best not to have anything to do with New Eden, because it means that they can make these living dead on a large scale, and it will be a real hell for the natives of the Fallen Zone." ”

"Then we'd better wait for reinforcements to come. Faced with such trouble, Marceau didn't know what to do: "What a headache day. ”

"By the way, won't your legs be weak after elementalization?" Mo whispered and suddenly asked such a question.

Marceau reacted: "Ah...... That's right. ”

In this way, at least self-protection is fine, isn't it?