"My apprentice, what the hell are you thinking? Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Pulling out his long sword from the chest of the champion warrior in front of him, the old witcher turned his head to look at the main peak in the distance, Lanxia Island has ushered in three waves of self-righteous masters from the beginning to now, first those ribs in the plane of the dead, then those parrots of the Xin Liezhi family, and now, the abusive champion warriors have appeared, and I don't know what will appear in front of his eyes next The old witcher is a little worried.

Compared to the troubles of the elderly, Marceau, who was in the younger group, pushed down the champion samurai kneeling in front of him, and the headless body fell heavily to the ground, and he glanced at the old witcher: "Old man, are you okay?" ”

"It's not big, it's not small. The old man smiled and cursed, although this little thing sounded impolite, but in this damn battlefield, who can abide by such a truth, in this land, there is only life and death, the elders and juniors who have lost their heads? It is just a corpse lying on the side of the road.

"These sadist guys can really beat, hey, my feet. Dawahiri, who had been grazed by a mace in the battle, jumped to sit on the edge of the ruins, and rolled up his trouser legs: "When I was rubbed by that big dick, I thought I would spend the rest of my time in a wheelchair. ”

"Don't be afraid, Dawahiri, the healing magic won't keep you in a wheelchair. Dawahiri's old fellow said with a smile, and he found a wounded man from the corpse: "Healer! Come here, this kid is still angry!"

That's not bad, but Marceau still had to rummage through the pile of corpses for a long time, and then he found his tail - in the battle just now, I don't know where the bullet flew from broke his tail, fortunately, the current state of the living dead, there is no pain, the only problem is that this tail is not eating magic at the moment, and it will not be able to connect for a while, as a kitten man, Marceau feels that the battle just now is really unfavorable- In the state of the living dead, even if the bullet passed through his abdomen, it would not hurt the kitten, but as a result, the bullet did not scratch anything except after breaking the tail, and crossed the entire battlefield, and I don't know where it fell.

Stuffing the severed tail into the satchel, Marceau noticed that the new warband was entering, these big men with maces and shields with standard chest armor and leather armor, should be the first time to hear the invasion of the undead changed into equipment, as a result, thousands of mountains and rivers came to Lanxia Island, and suddenly found that the undead who invaded the main plane had become yesterday's yellow flower, and now the popular on the island is no longer a hammer to beat the bones, nor a hammer to fight parrots, but a real sword and a real gun and the champion warrior of the abusive and terrifying warriors and all kinds of chaos believers and demons.

"But then again, when it comes to facing champion samurai, maces are much easier to use than swords. "Compared with slash-based sword weapons, the mace does a lot of damage to metal armor, whether it is the crushing damage of the hammer head or the piercing of the nail head, it is enough for the opponent to drink a pot, so even the paladin of the big cat has been replaced with a two-handed hammer.

"It's terrible that you outsiders can still put together a war band. Dawahiri's old fellow sighed, "According to the calculations of the battlefield we have traveled along the way, you strangers have lost more than 70,000 people in this great landing field. ”

"Even if it is 700,000 people, we will fight it without hesitation. In the eyes of the aborigines of the game world, the outsiders (players) have always been a collection of contradictions, the outsiders are the saviors of this world, and they can also be the gravediggers of this world, but whether it is good or evil, they are not as good as everything that happened on Lanxia Island today, any player who has not gone crazy wants to suspend the operation of the circle, in order to avoid the invasion of the entire main plane, whether it is a famous warband, or a weak guild is contributing its own strength。

"That's right, in order to stop the world from sliding into the abyss, we have come here desperately. The commander of this line of defense sitting on the corpse of the Lord of Champions shook his head as he said this, and the young man who had lost his left leg was a little pale from the blood loss: "My fathers saved this world, and there are no cowards in our family, so now it's my turn to die for this world......" At this, his head drooped, and Marceau could see that the legendary natives fell silent.

Marceau walked up to him, probed his neck, and finally shook his head at the priest who ran over: "He's dead." ”

"Today, the young people who fight to the death on this island for the sake of innocence are heroes. The old witcher walked up to the commander, took out a silver ornament, put it in his mouth, and closed it for him: "He has a good foundation, and I have given him a way, hoping that when he comes back into this world, he will be my old man's apprentice." ”

Wow, Marceau was a little surprised - the old man had given the big man a hidden class, and the commander could choose the Witcher class directly when he created a new character in the game. Having said that, although the profession of Demon Hunter requires the player to have a very solid foundation, otherwise it is a profession that sends people thousands of miles away, but the guy who can work Lanxia Island, even if he doesn't have enough skills, should have enough courage to train himself, and Marceo is very optimistic about him.

"We are Ron's Warband, from southern Ashupia, taking your place. Out of the ranks of players in plate armor and armed with maces and shields came a flag-bearer, who walked up to Marceau: "I know you, you are Marceau, are you now the commander of this battlefield?" ”

"No, I'm VIP, and I hold the key that seals my mother, but don't worry, I'm fine now. As he said this, Marceau collected his severed tail and meowed, which was a stain on his life.

"I see. So the flag-bearer ran to find someone, and Marceau watched him and asked, and finally found the flag-bearer of the warband to which the commander belonged.

"Impossible! We will not retreat!" As Marceau thought, at this point, all the warbands have given up the idea of retreating and recuperating, for players, facing real death in the legendary battle is not a dreaded death, after all, a new character now has experience points reduced from level zero to mainstream level, for players, avoiding such death is a sign of cowardice, "Death is not terrible, what is terrible is running away." The Flag Bearer said, "If our warband can continue to fight evil, it would be good if you followed us." ”

The flag bearer of the later 'Ron's Warband' didn't say anything, but returned to his warband, and then the men of this regiment joined the defensive line.

"I thought you were using you as a new attacking force. Marceau ran over and asked the flag bearer, who shook his head: "We are only responsible for reinforcing the defensive line, the Grand Commander has drawn a whole five regiments of big cat men, they will be storming towards that mountain as a commando team, and we will cover their flanks when the time comes, so we will have two regiments of fighters to join the battle, and they are still on land." After the flag bearer finished speaking, he shook his head with some joy: "All along, our warband has wanted to get a chance to sacrifice in the legendary battle, and speaking of which, thank you, Marceau." ”

“…… Don't thank me, thank you for your courage and perseverance, Lanxia Island is not a Moulin Rouge, this is a hell for the weak and mortals......" Marceau said a pause, looking at the approach of the new human player warband, the cat cub smiled and nodded: "Welcome to everyone who has the courage to step into hell." ”

"You're welcome. The flag bearer replied with a smile, and he glanced at the battlefield he was in: "You guys fought hard. ”

"Hmm...... It's really hard. Marceau said as he looked out of the defensive line, more and more terroristic legion units were appearing on the top of the hills in the distance, and the banners of the evil gods made Marceau shake his head helplessly: "I see the enemy target." ”

"Prepare for battle!" sounded the order of the new commander on the defensive line.