"Whew-" The door of the cabin made an annoying noise under the claws of the werewolf, and Ramos smiled wickedly and told Gattutresi that he had gathered a death squad and was waiting on the deck for the skilled swordsman. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Cato tied the belt that held the scabbard in place, and with satisfaction he slung the Sunstrider around his waist, and said to himself, "Wake up, old friend. ”

Ramos's death squad is a true collection of the Golden Throne's strongest combat power, with eleven squad members all equipped with unique skills, coupled with Conig's sniping and Wendell's protective spell support, even if the opponent is a staggering number of corpses, Cato retains absolute confidence.

"I've handed over my men to you, don't let anyone be left behind. Before leaving, Tracy told him again and again, his eyes full of concern, but his lips spoke as if he trusted Cato completely.

The death squad approached the beach in two small boats, and before they could enter the shallow water, the corpses on the shore were ready to move. An unpleasant roar rolled in their throats, and they blindly reached forward and grabbed at the air, but they did not dare to wade half a step under their feet. The belated magic shield passed through the boat and forcefully pushed the corpses away, creating an open space for landing. Conig replaced a guy with a longer barrel and "bang, bang, bang" smashed a lot of rotting shells.

"Charge with me!" Cato shouted as he pulled out the Sunstrider and led the way into the crowd. With the experience of using the sword at the beginning of his army, he slashed left and right with ease, and the iron-like sun-chaser effortlessly cut flesh and teared tendons and bones.

Ramos and McGee guarded Cato on either side, the werewolf with two short-handled scythes no longer relying on his teeth, while he howled excitedly as he harvested the heads of the dead, while McGee's fighting stance showed the mysterious and ethereal side of the evil swordsman, the unique shape of the long sword flew up and down in his hand, and pus and blood were splashed everywhere he went. Root's cat hides between the two, and the dagger he grips is at a tricky angle, and he can kill the enemy in a moment's time. Oxen, Xia Zuo, and Bena were not only in charge of the palace, but also helped the people next to them from time to time, killing the dead bodies that chased them without leaving a piece of armor.

The death squad cautiously advanced into the forest step by step, and it seemed that they were about to achieve a preliminary victory, but there were unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and a sudden rainstorm ruined the big thing. The sand, far from the sea, had become muddy under the heavy rains, making it difficult for the death squads to move forward. At the same time, the different shades of the feet and the severe slippage made it difficult for the crowd to maintain balance, and the distracted warriors were naturally unable to exert their full strength. To make matters worse, the lightning that slashed into the forest caused a fire, and the fierce fire spread to the beach, and it didn't take long to block the path of the death squads.

"Hurry up, guys! we've got to get up to the slope before the fire burns our ass. Cato mobilized.

"I fucking know!" scolded a Gatu, an unnamed daredevil, his hook axe stuck into the shoulder blade of a dead corpse, and he didn't even kick it out a few times, so he simply abandoned his weapon and fought the dead body with his bare hands. The rain hit his face, mixed with messy juice running down his cheeks.

"That's a stupid operation!"

"We should just sail and go ashore in a different place!"

"****, Lao Tzu hasn't lived enough!"

All kinds of complaints and curses rang out among the death squads, and although the sound was not as loud as the thunder, Cato heard it clearly.