The array of black knights poured into the defense line like a wave, and the players detonated the previously placed arcane IEDs as soon as possible, overturning a large number of black knights, but the black knights were still approaching, and Marceau turned to look at the elf in front of him: "Heavenly light!

The elven commander apparently understood that if the Black Knights were allowed to storm the line, it would be almost a declaration of the loss of the first line of defense—that the undead would sweep along the line towards the living lines on either side.

More than a dozen props with the light of heaven were thrown to the front of the defensive line, and before many black warriors could be killed, Marceau saw the dirt 'devouring' those props: "It's a dark mage!"

The White Bone Lich will not change the system of spells is the first open era strategy experience, which can make the earth eat these items, only dark mages can do it, and the problem is that these guys are rare elite monsters, Marceau can now be sure that these guys are in those dark magic arcane black clouds, if it is a sunny day, Marceau may be able to let the NPC rush to the places covered by those dark spells before the air supremacy is completely lost, a few aerial bombs or holy water buckets, this kind of large-scale destruction will always meet the dead mouse。

But now...... Marceau can't do anything about the dark mages, because as long as he can't handle those dark spells, Marceau can't know where these guys are, and he can't locate them...... Now that you have pulled the trigger and pulled out the obsessive-compulsive disorder, where do you have the leisure to make a carpet blow, unless you let the steppe elf priest slowly wash it with a sun burst.

"Keep dropping the props of the Heavenly Light!" Marceau shouted at the priest girls as they stood aside, and then stopped the two steppe elf priests, "Do you have any Heavenly Light!"

"Of course, we're all in the Holy Faction. ”

Marceau's answer relieved the two, and he began to teach them how to wash the floor: "See where those dark spells shroud, you two will start from this side." The two of them took turns to up all the way with the Yang Yan Explosion, and you should go to your commander first and up to death...... By the way, go upstairs and get a natural spell extension. ”

"No problem, Commander. "The young steppe elves have not yet understood Marceau's intentions. The older man already understood, he nodded, and then left with his companion, ready to go to the small building on the side to strike condescendingly.

"The undead are forty yards away! I see the sign on the shoulders of the Black Knights...... It's the wrath of Sandagan!"

The Wrath of Sandagan was stunned for a moment, and then instinctively thought of the Wrath of Sandagan This warband, but it is a heavy secondary two role-playing battle group, since the first open era, the wrath of Sandagan is one of the very few pure black warrior warbands in the undead camp, and these middle two role-playing maniacs have given up their bodies. It can ignore the pain caused by ordinary swords, so it can be said that it is the kind of madman wargroup who is not afraid of pain or suffering when fighting.

Of course, this kind of secondary two cosplay maniac is easy to deal with, all kinds of divine positive energy - from holy sailor grenades to silver buckshots, from the sun flame explosion to the light of heaven, the living camp claims to have a hundred ways to teach these fools to be human.

Then Marceau heard the neat sound of bayonets unsheathed, and the loud noise of the elven commander shouting over a megaphone: "Little bunnies, put aside the grievances of our 'Holy Chanter' and the 'Wrath of Sandagan'! I now order you to hold this position! The miscellaneous pieces in your eyes will be delivered to your door in a steady stream!"

Looking at these young people who were like being beaten in an instant, they listened to the gunshots a lot more intensively. Facing the approaching Black Knight, Marceau emptied the four bullets in his musket one last time. He pulled out a flare gun from his waist and fired it into the sky - Marceau had already told all the squadron commanders that the red flare was to notify the nearby defense line and ask for reinforcements.

Marceau then began to summon plant life, and as luck would have it, seven of them in two 1D4 summons - and after a few scuffles, the kittens were counting on the little ones to turn the tide while healing beings.

"They're charging against the line of the Twelve, Thirteen, and Fourteen squads!" the shout of the Ranger on the roof gave Marceau a glance at the Elven Commander. The latter pointed in the direction of the kitten's right hand: "They're over there, Commander, I can't get out of here." ”

"No, you're doing the right thing, it's my time. Marceau drew his long knife and mounted a sacred weapon. Then he rushed to the ruins leading to the defense line of the Twelve, and the leaping Marceau stretched out his left hand, and the cat cub who opened the 'Arcane Bloodline' chose the 'Instant' and 'Extended' specialties, and summoned the CallLightningStorm to take shape in an instant.

In front of Marceau's eyes, the summoning thunder storm cast in the rain comes with a spell that is extremely effective, the continuous thunder and lightning keep falling, a large number of black warriors are directly wiped out under the action of thunder and lightning, the experience is constantly brushing the screen, there is still electricity swimming on the ground from time to time, a large amount of rain has also caused secondary AOE damage, the pressure of this line of defense in front of him immediately dissipated, the cat cub who raised the long knife in the air split a black warrior in half while landing on the ground, jumped up and flashed the knife that stabbed in the chest, and at the same time, the cat cub who turned around waved the knife to separate the half of the skull of another black warrior from the soul stone。

Stepping on the ground again, the cat cub raised his left hand at the ranger who stabbed him, and in the next second, the silver shrapnel ignited the body of the player who had been transformed into an undead, and the cat cub turned to look at the players on this defense line and said: "I repeat, holy water is not only for throwing, if you can't escape death, drink it!"

After saying that, the cat cub made up a summoning lightning storm (CallLightningStorm) on the outside of the defense line, this time it did not use the arcane bloodline, but opened the extended specialty to cast this summoning lightning storm, so the undead of this section of the defense line were directly repelled - the black warrior is already an undead who knows how to take advantage and avoid harm, and the spell cast by Marceau completely exceeds the upper limit of damage they can admit, and it is not their style to send them to death in vain.

Thinking that this section of the defense line was fine, Marceau ran up the ruins, and the cat cub, who was about to return along the ruins, suddenly found that his left hand was shaking involuntarily when he was going downhill, and the cat cub subconsciously raised his head, just in time to see the huge bone dragon that pierced through the clouds.

"Bone Dragon, everyone be careful!" the cat cub crawled down the ruins and saw the bone dragon fall to the other side of the defense, it lowered its head and began to spit, and the cat cub, which was nearly two hundred yards away from the scene, seemed to be able to hear the wails and screams of the players before they died.

Marceau got up and ran to the scene of the incident with her plant life.

"Commander, what are you going to do!!'s line of defense has collapsed!" shouted the elven commander from behind him, "We're going to retreat to the second line of defense!"

"You're bringing your men over! I'm going to kill this damn skeleton!" Marceau replied, turning.

"Will you really be able to fix it, Commander, please stop daydreaming!"

"That's why I'm going to give it a try, and if I fail, according to the wartime rank adjustment manual, you will be in charge of the overall defense of the second line of defense. ”

With that, Marceau turned around and finally disappeared into the rain. (To be continued......)