The first wave of attacks was nothing more than a vanguard of converted novice players, ghouls and goblins, who hit their heads on this line of defense and broke their blood, until the last goblin fell in the mud, Marceau didn't pay attention to the front, the cat cub didn't go, just watched the desecrated ranger get knocked down by himself again and again, then hissed and got up to pounce on him again, and then repeated the process of being knocked to the ground. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"See, this is the last gift left to this world by the weak of heart. Marceau said to a young paladin who had seen that one of his legs had been broken, but he still roared as if he was not injured and got up again, the broken leg bone piercing the skin, but it still jumped at the kitten with one leg, and finally a sleeve arrow pierced its head.

Watching the corpse fall to the ground, the paladin glanced at Marceau: "You should have killed him a long time ago." ”

"I'm teaching everyone a lesson, in the face of such a dangerous evil, it is naturally valuable to maintain the persistence of your soul, but you have to pay more attention to the people around you...... After all, not everyone is able to resist temptation. After speaking, Marceau glanced at the paladin: "What should I call you." ”

"Lonal Dane, a Stranger Paladin, I fled to the Grand Place with my friends, and found it well prepared......" The paladin paused as he spoke, "I have sent off my service partner, and now it is time for me to stand here like a man." ”

"Your rank is too low. Even if he knew that the person in front of him had the strength to completely ignore the level difference, Marceau still had to say so.

"Everyone here today is going to die, right, and I'm just doing my part. The paladin smiled, then strode to the front row, clapping his hands and high-fives with the AI who had been a gamer.

"You shouldn't come here. "Someone said so.

"Yes, that kitten has said that we must all hold this line of defense today until death overwhelms us. Someone sighed.

"I really don't know about you, Shouchuan, shouldn't you leave with that little cutie of yours, we've already given you a chance. "Someone complained so.

In the face of these complaints, accusations and dissatisfaction, the young man smiled and nodded: "I have already sent her away, let's be honest, my family has never had a deserter since eight hundred years ago, if my grandfather knows that I escaped, then I will really die." The young man laughed at this: "So, then, everyone, let's go to the sea of blood together." ”

"Do you hear me!

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Within a minute, the second wave of the undead returned, and Marceau placed the Staff of the Philosopher, with the Light of the Delayed Heaven, on the south side of the plaza - the defense line on that side was even more fragile, and I heard from veteran players that it was the southern defense line that collapsed first.

Then Marceau threw himself into the front line, wielding the sword of the sage, each of which was able to inflict absolute damage, and no undead, whether it was a ghoul, or a crown master with an elite template or even a special template, could not go through a round under the sword of the kitten.

The wall of fire rose and extinguished, and the undead ignored the flames, and in some areas there were even too many undead to pile up the corpses directly over the height of the wall of fire, and the magical flames that had no time to turn the corpses into ashes were extinguished.

Marceau tried hard to distribute every spell slot in the mage team, but soon a more terrifying unit appeared in the endless undead - the lord of the high-level crown, these elite versions of the undead have their own blasphemy aura, death is the main theme of their world, some lines of defense soon fell in front of these monsters up to level eighty, but at this time, the high-level paladins and priests of the aborigines were a little too busy to take care of themselves, and they were working the northern defense line against more high-level crown masters.

Marceau met the lord of the high-level crown, and the iron-hearted cat cub first passed the blasphemy identification, and then used the back jump to pass the horizontal sword in the next second, and the sleeve arrow shot bounced on the skull of the high-level crown lord that reflected light, and the cat cub dodged and let the feedback from the lord of the high-level crown - the finger of death flew past the tip of the kitten's nose, and one of the warriors hit by this 'stray bullet' fell to the ground without a sound, and the next second his dead body began to struggle to get up.

Is the holy water so unpalatable, or is this guy not getting it?

There was no time to think about it so much at this moment, Marceau's hidden arrow pierced its head, and then the sage sword in his right hand blocked the slash of the black yao stone sword, and the stone sword that looked more hard knocked out a head on the wooden sword in the cat cub's hand.

Popping out the stabbing blade in his left hand, Marceau used the thorn blade to block the grasp of the high-level crown master, which is also the material of the World Tree Wood, the high-level crown lord wailed and took two steps back, and then a black light flew towards the cat cub, and immediately leaned back to flash the flying prop, although he had successfully deflected his head, but the black stone crossbow still cut the cat's left eye.

If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that I would have already started screaming, but Marceau is different, the cat cub has already faced death on the trainer when he was young, from the initial fear to the later opening of the safety pin of the hot melt grenade and the enemy will die together, Marceau, who has been completely accustomed to the pain, crashed into the arms of the lord of the high crown, and the sword of the sage pierced the chest of the lord of the high crown, nailing its body to the ground along with the soul stone.

Looking up, a cat cub with only flesh and blood in its eye socket looked around, the front end of the line was littered with the corpses of the undead and players, some of the rangers who had shot empty quivers and almost all the wanderers had joined the forward line, and more undead were constantly passing through the fire and mire.

With a sigh, Marceau pulled a ball out of his pocket, attached a heavenly light to it, and threw it into the sky.

In an instant, the undead illuminated by the light slowly and firmly turned into ashes like dew after rain, but before Marceau could breathe a sigh of relief, a dissociation spell hit the bead, but in an instant, the light of heaven that had lost his family disappeared, and more undead surged up, and Marceau sighed in his heart.

Death is really a big problem that is always around this night.

Thinking of this, Marceau got up: "Double-numbered mage squad! Enter the forward defense line after using all spell slots!" After thinking about it, Marceau added: "There are still ten minutes!"

yes, there are still ten minutes left before the defense line is breached. (To be continued.) )