With Marceau as the center, an aura of light was spreading out at a speed visible to the naked eye, and everyone felt the changes that had taken place in their bodies, and a veteran of the city guard watched in amazement as the old scars on his arms were falling off, revealing the new skin underneath, and the many dark wounds on his body were no longer faintly painful. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The other veteran looked at him in disbelief and lifted his trouser leg, his prosthetic leg had fallen off, and his newborn body gradually became a real leg...... Just like the leg he had lost on the battlefield thirty-five years ago, he stepped on the ground in disbelief and found that the touch was the same as before.

What's more, the player looks surprised when he looks at the sage blessing in his status bar with all the identifications plus four and all attributes plus two.

The aura of blessing crossed the crowd, and from time to time, a native whose heart was corrupted or a player who had chosen the path of depravity was ignited by the divine blessing, and the glow of blessing and the humanoid torch lit by the divine light continued out of the square.

'The Divine Blessing of the First Arcane Sage', which is said to be the nine-ring spell created by the first Arcane Sage, can only be used once a week, repairs the limbs of all factions within a radius that are non-evil targets, and gives all factions an effect bonus of four for all identifications and two for all attributes for non-evil targets.

The price is a gem of life.

Watching the stone fall from his fingers, Marceau shook the ashes to the ground with a flick of his hand, and then the cat cub who picked up the Sage's Staff jumped onto the high platform in the square that was originally used for speeches and the promulgation of laws: "I'm from the harbor area!" There are a large number of undead there, if I am not mistaken, this is definitely an invasion from the Terterogeneous Plane, there must be fools and miscellaneous people who have opened a door for them, and in the next time, the undead may sweep through the entire temple area like a huge wave, like sweeping through the harbor area, maybe the whole city will be overwhelmed by death next, but we have no way back! Tens of thousands of cubs and women need to escape from the danger zone through the large teleportation array in the central area behind us and the small teleportation array in the western city! Will any of you flee for fear of the tide of death?"

"No!" shouted many of the city guards, their roots were here, their families were here, knowing that this would be the only place where their children and wives would leave.

"Tell me! Will any of you run away for fear of the dead who can walk!"

"No!" This time, the vast majority of the answers were foreigners, and in their eyes, it was all just data...... This is an embarrassing fact for cats.

"Then, please go to the sea of blood with me, tonight, we will live and die together!" After speaking, the kitten pointed to the harbor area: "I see them!"

"Two hundred yards! are all undead!" shouted a ranger on the roof.

"Prepare for battle!Anoint your weapons with holy oil!Put the silver-soaked dagger in the most convenient place for you, and at least if you are knocked down by demons and ghouls, you can still try to save yourself!" Marceau jumped off the high platform and slapped himself with a cat cub with illusion and forcibly took over the commander's duties: "Also!Who has extra holy water in their hands, distribute it to those around you!Drink them, it will make you unable to be transformed by the undead after death!Don't let your comrades have to face you who get up again!"

Watching the priests on the defensive line begin to make holy water on the spot, Marceau turned her head to look at the spellcasters standing on the tall building with the rangers: "All spellcasters!

"One hundred and sixty yards to go!"

"Rangers, have your arrows soaked in holy water, if not, it's still too late!" Marceau shouted.

"One hundred and thirty yards!

"All loiters, put away your guys, get your bombs ready, if you don't have them, throw them at the back of the undead after engaging the front row with the line! Then do as I command you to throw them! Don't worry! You're the front row after the melee is dead!"

"Commander, you're a demon!" someone scolded.

"Thank you!But I really wish I could stop being a demon!!I don't have to face such evil!!" Marceau looked at the approaching wave of undead: "What about the druids! pull out your animal companions!

"Fifty yards!"

"Ranger starts firing freely!"

Jumping back on the high platform, Marceau shouted as he began to cast a spell, and an extremely extended wall of fire spell was quickly held by the cat cub, and at the moment when the first row of the undead was about to crash into the defensive line, Marceau gave the order: "Singular caster squad! Wall of fire and fossil mud cast thirty yards in front of the defense line! Even number caster squad! Wall of fire spell and fossil mud cast seventy yards in front of the defense line!"

"Fifty yards. A ranger on the platform asked, drawing his bow.

"Fifty yards are mine. After Marceau finished speaking, the cat cub who had already pinched the fire wall spell cast a spell, so in the next second, fifty yards in front of Marceau's eyes, a wall of fire from north to south rose directly, and the subsequent undead were like moths fighting fire when they passed through the wall of fire, and they finally fell to the ground and turned into fly ashes.

One-stop service from south to north.

"Wanderers, second wave of throws, use your best strength!Spellcasters of the singular squad, forty yards away, fossils of mud, twenty yards wide covering the gaps in the walls of fire, as deep as you get!"

As he spoke, Marceau's second spell was also taking shape, and after six seconds of silent singing, a muddy field appeared between the two rows of fire walls behind him, and the undead who had their lives through the fire wall plunged directly into the muddy field.

Raising his head, he watched the blood-colored package roar down to the back of the defensive line, and Marceau didn't look back: "Paladins and priests! , and then took two steps, the whistling flesh package exploded on the other side of the high platform, the cat cub stretched out the hand holding the staff, the front end of the staff emitted a dazzling light, the light from heaven ignited the small half of the square in an instant, the small half of the square was burning, countless undead were either wailing or howling and being directly purified, the next second, with the arm guard to block the long knife of the patrolman who came to the side, Marceau waved the staff, knocking the patrol to the ground.

Blasphemy, not actively, but in a prolonged desecration infected area, it will become like this, and the more difficult the will identification of the guy, the more a potential trouble.

That's why Paladins and Priests were pulled back from Marceau—after all, the melee battles ahead didn't survive longer than expected.

…… Hopefully it will last until the end. (To be continued.) )