Releasing the hilt, Marceau used the arm guard of his left hand to block the incoming sword slash, and at the same time, his right hand reached forward, and the spouted spiked blade pierced through the gap in the ribs, accurately shattering the soul stone of the high-level crown lord in front of him (encounter level 75), and the undead who had lost its support turned into broken bones, and the cat cub easily took off the skull and threw it aside.

Pulling the long knife out of the player's corpse on the ground, looking at the corpse in front of him that had been transformed into an undead, the cat cub turned to look at his men: "Drag him down and burn him, he can get up after death, we can't let him get up again." ”

Immediately, two players came over and dragged the corpse to the corner and began to drench the fiery glue.

Putting away the long knife, Marceau returned to the center of town to begin the task of assigning the construction of the fortifications, and asked Roni Lara, who was following him, "This should be the last group of undead in the town, how much time do we have?" ”

According to the battle footage of the previous week, less than fourteen minutes after the players cleaned up the undead in the town, the forward troops of the undead reinforcements appeared outside the town, and the actors of the 11th Airborne Regiment who were not fully prepared could only shoot at a distance in the waist-high trench, just one attack, many players gave up the trench, and instead shot at the undead after digging the earth that had been turned into mud and stone, and the casualties of various tricks were heavy.

"This time it was cleared quickly, the last battle ended forty minutes after the start, and this time you only used fifteen minutes, amazing speed, and finally killing the Lord of the High Rank Crown is a new record, last time it took them five minutes to kill the Lord of the High Crown, and this time it only took you half a minute to chop up all the undead. The little guy ran quickly and followed Marceau's side: "You are from that star field, is it from the Caranta family, or is it from the Bopota family." ”

"Well, I'm just a half-breed. Mother is an earthling. Marceau interrupted the little fellow's delusions with an embarrassed expression, and Ronnielara glared at him with a pair of eyes and said in a very admiring tone, "It's a half-blood!

“…… I have already chosen the defensive area of your regiment, just behind the second squadron, I will ask the mages to prepare some shooting platforms with ceilings for you, and I will let you choose the address of the shooting tower. Go for it. Marceau laughed and chased the little heel away - it could be seen that the little creature may be older than Marceau in terms of physical age, but in terms of mental age, the little creature was definitely a child.

Along the way, people he didn't know were saluting Marceau - in the battle in the town, Marceau was always at the forefront, and where there was a big monster, the enemy there couldn't handle it, and Marceau must have arrived at the first time. Or chop it up with a knife, or kill it with a spell, and in short, everyone saw the truth of what Marceau had said before.

"Commander, will you be attending the dungeon next week? A priest girl was pushed out by her friends, and she stood in front of Marceau, a girl who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old and had not yet grown, and whose short stature was only a head taller than Marceau.

Marceau glanced at her. Glancing at the eagerly awaited crowd on the side of the street, a smile blooming on Marceau's face. The cat cub knew from their eyes that in their eyes, Marceau, a commander who could do what he said and was super capable of fighting, had long since put away his contempt. The young men were already thinking about following Marceau next week - and while it was possible that the task would be difficult, there was reason to believe that following the kitten could be beaten. You will definitely be able to earn the most experience and reputation, and you will be compensated enough even if you sacrifice.

"Let's get our things done now, and let's talk about next week's things next week. Thinking of this, Marceau replied with a smile at the girl. The only reason for this was that Marceau himself did not understand how long his squad would rest in the Orsh side.

"Huh...... Is it, then...... Which team are you from, can you sue me? "This little girl must be listening to her teammates and talking to Marceau.

Marceau thought for a while, since they were all live streaming now, it made no difference whether they were suing sù or not: "I'm a member of the 'Postman' team, Marceau Sue, we came to Orsh this time, in fact, we were just passing by. ”

"Hey, you're Marceau, the same kitten who wielded the sword and staff in Morn's Nights! Oh my God! You look a little taller than you did in the video!"

"Ah, that's because I'm just entering the last round of growth. Marceau explained with a smile at the girl in front of her.

"yes, I've seen a lot of your battle videos and some live broadcasts, why the hell did you become so interested. Marceau has heard this question at least 108,000 times since she can remember, and in the past few years, there will always be so many viewers asking this and that every time she broadcasts live.

"That's the elders teaching, all right, lovely Miss Pastor, which squadron you and your companions are. Marceau asked.

"It's the Sixth Squadron!" replied the little girl.

"Very good, Squadron 6 and Squadron 5 are in charge of the east side of the town, I have sent the defense map to your squadron leader, now you have several kilometers of trenches and other cover to be ready, stop chatting, you and your teammates go to the east side of the town to find your squadron. ”

Marceau used his command authority to give the little girl and her teammates a task, telling them to rush to the east of the city immediately, and watching everyone leave, Marceau opened the Commander Channel: "This is Marceau, Valdahar has taken it, we need many, many holy buckets, as well as mud to stone and fossils to mud scrolls, we also need at least 50,000 rounds of silver-seeping bullets, the same number of silver-seeping blunt-headed arrows, and at least five thousand bottles of healing potions, if possible, please send me ten tracked carts." ”

"There are no problems with the supplies, the tracked car is a bit troublesome, but I will try my best to prepare it for you...... Commander Marceau, you are moving with amazing speed and well done, supplies will arrive in fifteen minutes, good luck. On the other side of the conversation, the female voice replied.

"Good luck to all of us...... By the way, Commander, I would like to ask how the Seventh Regiment of the 'Aoi Guardians' participated in the battle of the steppe elves is progressing, I have a friend over there who wants to know the situation. ”

"Your friend's Seventh Regiment has just crushed a wave of ghouls in hand-to-hand combat, and it is a group of fearless outland boys, but the casualties are a bit heavy, and their commander has refused my order to retreat, saying that he will set foot in the square of Orshfon anyway. There was a hint of apology in the voice of the commander on the other end of the conversation: "I don't have a list of their casualties, do you need me to help you ask, after all, it's just a gesture." ”

"Thank you, Your Excellency, and I think it's better to forget it. Marceau replied sincerely, after all, it was not something to do with combat, let the legendary commander ask this question for himself...... Apparently not what Marceau was willing to do.

Speaking of the 'Aoi Guardians' Seventh Regiment, it is the famous 'Olsh Fang Liberators', this steppe elf warband composed of pure Galores is composed of chasseurs, anonymous priests and paladins, they are the few steppe elves who dare to engage in hand-to-hand combat, and they are the nightmare of many new Eden Lord melee warbands. In the distance, single-headed bullets and muskets fly around with heavy bullets, and when you get close, a lot of shotguns can make you go, and in hand-to-hand combat, shotguns and long bayonets are nearly as long as short spears, and these little ones will load the barrel whenever they are free, and the famous Blood Raven Warlike Regiment of New Eden has had the sad experience of being overwhelmed by a counter-charge from these little guys.

Although she didn't know about Yang's situation, Marceau believed that her boobs would never let a girl stand in front of them.

Finishing the correspondence, Marceau assigns the rest of the tasks, and the kitten cub who came to the edge of the bell tower noticed that the door of the bell tower was wide open, and several prairie elves were sitting in front of the steps in front of the door, while a prairie elf was standing at the table, adjusting an old gramophone.

This was supposed to be the member of the squad covering the marksman group upstairs, and they were not in the trench sequence, so Marceau watched them until the steppe elf who was adjusting the gramophone let out a joyful cheer, and then he turned on the gramophone and the music played.

The system is sounding in the original voice, but the system bar gives an introduction to Marceau, which is a piece of music sung in Portuguese, although it is not known why there is real-world music in the medieval phonograph, but this does not affect Marceau's attentive listening.

Eraumavez

(Once)

Umrasgodemagia

(A miracle turned out)

Dan?§adesombraedeluz

(Light and shadow are dancing)

Desonhoefantasia

(Dreams and Illusions in Joy)

In just four sentences, Marceau had already been conquered, and even the fastidious steppe elves raised their eyebrows, and they took turns high-fiveing the repairman, and then sat down together to listen to the music.

Somehow, Marceau suddenly turned on his live channel, only to find that at this moment, the originally lively message bar had stopped scrolling, and everyone listened to the music, until at the end of the song, someone left a message - "This is really a good song." ’

…… yes, that's a great tune.

Marceau was still thinking about it, and the steppe elves had already turned the gramophone to replay, so when the voice sounded again, Marceau couldn't help but whisper along with the Portuguese phonetic sign given by the system.

And these prairie elf players, who are masters of language, also began to sing along, and gradually there was a singing voice from the top of the bell tower. (To be continued......)

PS: The music in the article is a song from an album sung in a similar way to Portuguese fado, called 'CinemaParadis', which I personally like very much, by the collaboration between the Italian film music master Ennio Morricone and the famous Portuguese Fado artist Dulce Pontes.