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Chapter 248: In the Rain

It was raining heavily, and the trench could no longer be used... While pulling the trigger, Marceau thought so. Although some ideas could not be realized, the trench full of water still prevented the undead. Whether it was the skeleton soldiers of cannon fodder or the noble high-level crown lord, they fell into the trench more than once because of mistakes or failure to confirm the footing point. Whenever an important target fell into the trench, Marceau would use a calllightning technique to hit the trench in that area. Because of electrical conductivity, the threshing technique that can only cause single-body killing can cause a large amount of range killing. Marceau can only say that he has good experience.

After firing the bullets, the cat squatted behind the ruins, loading the bullets while looking at the current defense line. The players were obviously not used to fighting in the rain. It is still the early stage of the fifth opening era. Players always watch the weather and eat outside the dungeons when they are out of the dungeon. If it rains on that day, the business of the hotel and the thieves will be several times better.

In such weather and the undead fighting against the defense line? Please, I am afraid that no one except Marceau has ever experienced it.

The fourth fixed-loading bullet was stuffed into the bullet bay, and the cat leaned against the wall dumped by the ruins and raised his gun. He chose such a cross-fire because the undead hunter was simply a bug-like existence. Not to mention accurate shooting at least 300 yards away, no matter what spell the player used to cover his vision, there would always be bullets passing through various smoke and black clouds to lift the player's head. In the end, Marceau felt that it was very likely that these undead hunters would have a shared vision at close range on the battlefield.

This is really impossible to solve. The undead is everywhere. Marceau has no way to find a undead who is sharing his vision by the undead hunters in this red target that looks like a mountain.

Therefore, shooting the flanks with bunkers has become the most reliable method at present. Fortunately, the priests are still very powerful. Hallom carefully wrapped the weak defense area, leaving only a few gaps as the breakthrough point for the undead. The reason why the undead can leave space is that if this is done, players will be safe and force the undead army to take a detour.

Please, why did Marceau and his friends suffer in this town? Isn’t it just to prevent the undead reinforcements from going to Orsh?

The black warrior who had crossed the ruins was targeted, and the first lead bullet directly smashed its skull. As a cat who had used a two-handed musket, Marceau's shooting skills had been tempered for a long time, but the soul stone of the black warrior was not in its skull, so the undead without his head continued to move forward, and then stepped into the trench area. The cat watched the person disappear under the puddle.

The garbage black warrior is not worth throwing the thunder technique himself, let it soak in the water first. While thinking this, the cat put another black warrior into the mechanical sight. When the pale skull of the black warrior was in the sight hole, the cat holding his breath pulled the trigger. This time, the fragments of the soul stone were flying along with the skull. The black warrior walking in the ruins immediately dispersed.

When the sight hole was placed at the third black warrior and more black warriors appeared in the field of view, Marceau raised his head and shouted, "My position! Seventy-six yards on the left! Confirm the black warrior queue!"

The next second, the black warriors who had already rushed down the ruins and entered the puddle area began to ignite spontaneously. The sacred flames wrapped them up. A priest directly transformed the puddle into holy water. This was nothing to the prairie elves priests. These little things were born to be the strongest priests in the sacred genre. So Marceau looked at the dozens of black warriors in front and put into dumplings, and then the subsequent black warriors realized that they could not follow the footsteps of the former.

Then a cold gun beat the black warriors who were in a dilemma on the ruins into sieve.

For these methods of the living camp, in addition to constantly using cannon fodder troops to consume the living ammunition, the undead also has attacks from the undead spell casting units. From time to time, the flames and fireballs hit the living defense line or exploded on the ruins. Some magic flames penetrated the gap and killed the players, but more of them returned in vain.

After a while between the two methods, the undead chose to retreat, no matter how much cannon fodder there is, it cannot withstand such consumption. The undead commander seemed to want to try his luck on the defense of other players.

Unable to feel the footsteps of the undead, Marceau turned around and looked at a big human hunter: "Jamie, let your dog come over."

"...Can you change it? I still have a bear here." The human hunter whined.

"First of all, the bear's head is too big to cover the helmet; then, it is too big to expose most of its body when sitting; thirdly, your dog can't even bite a black warrior, but the bear can easily handle a small team of black warriors." Marceau expressed his point, then looked at the human hunter in front of him and threw a helmet into his arms: "Now, hurry up and let your dog meat come on the field."

"You did it on purpose." Put your helmet on the head of your hunting dog, and a human hunter named Jamie asked his own Wang to walk to the ruins on the other side, slowly poking his head out of the ruins.

Everyone present was waiting for the gunshots, but the gunshots did not sound until ten breaths later. This made Marceau feel very unhappy when he saw the dog waving his tail excitedly. What's going on? Is the undead hunter asleep?

While thinking this, the human hunter had already poked his head out to the distance: "I knew that the enemy retreated very thoroughly this time, and they obviously wanted to attack through other defense lines." Before he could finish his words, the human hunter fell down from the ruins accompanied by gunfire.

"The gunshots are almost the same as when Jamie fell down. The undead hunter is at most 340 meters away from us. This is the speed of sound spreading in the air. And their eyeliners must be nearby. Otherwise, their infrared vision would not be able to confirm whether there is a human head or a dog head under the helmet." Marceau said to himself, turning his head and making moves to the grassland elf priest who had been hiding behind the arrow board: "Come here to deal with the unlucky body and pour holy water into his mouth. I don't expect that there will be another person in the undead hunter's team."

The body was handed over to the prairie priest, and Marceau was asking the commander of this line of defense to take over the defense himself, and then retreated from the line of defense. The cat must confirm that there is still somewhere being attacked.

A team of commanders immediately surrounded him, and one of them brought bad news to Marceau: "What, do you say that the Orsh Liberator Warring States regiment and a human force have fallen into a tough battle because they triggered the battle to restore the historical battle in the Orsh town?"

"That's right, a griffin warrior just flew across the ground in the heavy rain and sent the latest news. We also saw it through forums and offline live broadcasts." The messenger replied that the cat sighed: "It's really troublesome, then, now who knows that the undead is attacking those defense zones."

"I know, I just came from the left side, and the flame-burning fireballs that came from the undead magic system over there were like Chinese people during the Chinese New Year." A messenger replied.

"Let's go to the left to take a look." The undead always likes to use spells to wash the floor first, and then hang the players to fight. Since even this kind of retention program has been used, I think I can go there more intuitively to confirm what the undead want to do and what they are doing.
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