"War, war has never changed. "Kael'thas Pandaria stood on the city wall, watching the streets below the city wall crowded together with demons and tearing each other apart, this young mad mage smoking tobacco was kicked out of the team again after the night of Morn, he had nothing to do and wanted to see the scenery all the way north, but he did not expect that he had just entered Sakaram at noon on the first day, and there was a vicious demon invasion that night, and all kinds of cultists and demons dotted the civilian area south of the city where he lived into a living hell.

As a mad mage, Kael'thas Pandaria has been honestly using a serious spell slot recently, instead of using the mad mage's spell table to cast a ninth-level spell with a first-level spell slot like before-I played it several times before, but because the level was too low, I got rid of it, and a mad law state with a variety of super middle two tables, as a middle-aged uncle, Kael'thas realized that if he continued to play like this, he would really die.

"Uncle, don't be alone in the second illness over there, seventy yards ahead!Old coordinates!Flame Blast!" The shout of the young man in charge of the mage team in the team woke Kael'thas from a person's exclamation, and the uncle obediently played a flame blast at the coordinates he had marked.

It's so boring, it's obviously a hidden profession, but it's reduced to becoming a part-time mage, and it's satisfying to follow the team with a little experience...... But there's no way, if you don't follow the mix, you can't even eat this little experience, and it is said that the Dharma Master of DND oppresses sentient beings, but the low-level Dharma Master has no human rights at all, and the one who can stand at the peak and look down on the scenery is not a legend.

While thinking about this, a seemingly lonely figure walking on the street in the distance made the middle-aged uncle frown, and Kael'thas took out his monoculars and used it to confirm whether the sudden target was friend or foe.

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Pulling out the unyielding of the sunken from the demon's body, Marceau, who turned around, slashed the neck of the cultist who wanted to sneak up on him, and raised the long knife above his head to split the last enemy in two.

Kill this patrol team. Marceau was not in the mood to take any loot, the cat cub had already heard the shouts of killing in the distance, and the cat cub, who knew that he was very close to the city wall, trotted all the way around the intersection, slashing the oncoming cultists who seemed to have fled because of their demoralization.

The latter screamed as he was beheaded, but still crawling on the ground with his back to the wall, which made Marceau understand that the front line was the player's advantage - the cultist and the kobold had one thing in common. That is, to fight with the wind, to fly, and if the enemy is strong, these guys will flee without a trace.

Truth be told, cleaning them out can sometimes be a hard job, because they hide everywhere.

Since it was the player who had the advantage, Marceau, who watched the distant city wall, began to accelerate, and the cat cub before approaching the front line popped out its claws at the support point at the intersection and used it to pull itself to the top, and a team of six spell-casting demons were using the support point to be about the same height as the city wall. Using his natural ability to cast spells from a distance to suppress the player's caster, he didn't expect a kitten cub to jump out behind him.

Therefore, when Marceau slashed the head of the nearest demon in front of him with a knife, and then pierced the second demon on the other side with a flat stab, the remaining four demons found the uninvited guests behind them, these guys waved their slender 'hands' to fight with the cat, so the cat cub cut down three of them one by one, and the last one realized that he was aware of being a spellcaster, and wanted to distance himself to give Marceau a pleasure.

on this. Marceau pressed the trigger button of the Hidden Arrow on it, and the silver Hidden Arrow pierced through its worm-like compound eyes. Bringing out a stream of green blood, the misshapen creature fell to the ground and twitched, and Marceau came to its side and first slashed open its swinging 'hand', this slime-laden tentacle was inherently poisonous, without the legendary long knife in his hand. Marceau didn't want to fight these guys in close quarters either.

With a foot on the demon's chest, the kitten stabbed its head with a long knife.

Naturally, someone on the other side of the city wall saw that Marceau had killed the troublesome demons, so when Marceau ran and jumped over and grabbed the city wall with his flying claws, someone rushed to take a hand and pulled Marceau in from outside the city wall.

"Thank you. "To this middle-aged male mage who is willing to pull himself. Marceau smiled and nodded.

"I watched you walk across the street, who are you, I didn't hear we had troops outside the walls, you are a survivor?" a young mage walked over and pushed the middle-aged mage away, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he asked like a cannon, "How can I be sure that you are not a shapeshifter or something." ”

"Half an hour ago we just flew over your heads, we wanted to build an airborne field on the other side of the city wall, but failed, two of the three combat boats fell, I came back to ask for support, I have two companions......" Speaking of this, Marceau chose to be silent, and the young mage first froze for a moment, and then immediately understood what Marceau's silence was for, he said a little angrily: "Say!

"Oregon Pioneers?" Oregon Pioneer Mother Regiment, this is a heavyweight war group, they are the largest war group in the Lubozhi region near the mountains in the south of Sha'an, and they are also the war group that stood on the front line during the New Eden invasion, in the whole three months of fighting, the entire war group a legendary group, four elite regiments and seventeen sub-regiments died a thorough, and finally they had to rebuild their account through the Guò Adopted Son Inheritance Law, Marceau was bombed back to five years ago, they were still training in Morn, vowing to fight back to Sha'an.

"Portland Trailblazers!" the young man patted his chest, and Marso rolled his eyes in the depths of his heart - the Portland Trailblazers are completely a pheasant warband, although the team has always been taller than the sky, but this wargroup has only two sub-regiments, and they used to be on the front line against New Eden during the invasion of New Eden, but after finding that the soldiers of New Eden seemed to be unable to resist, these guys simply surrendered to the enemy...... It's really a player who has no discipline, and it's really unbearable.

But now was not the time for Marceau to sigh, and after thinking about it, Marceau decided to tell the truth: "One of my two teammates has lost the ability to move quickly, her leg is broken, and it is two prairie elves. ”

The words "Steppe Elf!" attracted everyone on this section of the city wall, and for the young people of the earth, the steppe elves ...... Or that the girls of Telshan and Garol are one of the few goals in their lives that they want to fight for, after all, the seniors who were fortunate enough to marry before have said that as long as these little guys are good to her, she will respond with all her heart, and the family is omnipotent, and she is simply an economical and applicable girl.

"Yes, one is a Garol, and the other is a Tershan. Marceau said solemnly: "I let them hide, I'm going to find the rescuers now, I can't bring them out safely by myself, those NPCs threw us over, they have to pull us back again." ”

"That's right, go find the NPCs. The young man suddenly became very enthusiastic, and while getting out of the way, he asked his teammates to throw a team of potions over: "Come, take it, although the southern part of the city has been swept by us, there will still be some scattered cultists or demons, be careful all the way." ”

This guy almost saw Marceau off.

Walking down the wall, Marceau turned his head to look at the young man on the wall who was giving orders to the troops to advance quickly...... It's not wrong for this stupid big man to be so enthusiastic when he hears that the girls are so enthusiastic out of biological instinct, but you can't be happy not to even ask the girls' addresses, can you?

Well, even if you deliberately don't ask where the girls are hiding in order to avoid arousing suspicion, you should ask where the kittens come from, and you can't think that the direction from which the kittens come is where the girls are hiding. Come on...... The eastern part of the city is a big block, and if you scatter it, it's not a needle in a haystack.

"Forget it, it's better not to discourage young people. Marceau muttered to herself as she reached out and waved at the steppe elves on a tracked cart that was driving by.

"Hello, kitten, what's the matter?" asked the crawler cart as it stopped in front of Marceau, and the five prairie elf NPCs in the car held the shotguns in their hands, while the prairie elves sitting in the driver's seat with the elder badge asked.

"I have two companions......" As soon as he told his own business, the steppe elf NPC of the older group used the arcane headset on his head to contact the command, and immediately confirmed the truth of what Marceau said, and this one raised his head: "Get in the car, that companion of yours has been informed of your survival, we are going to take you back to the temple area now, immediately, immediately." ”

"Thanks, I can't wait. Marceau sat down on the trailer of the tracked car - why bother with his legs when the car was on the way. (To be continued......)