The short body let the sweeping sword stab the silver-infiltrating sword in his left hand into the ribs of the murderer. Because he could not pass the tough identification caused by the silver-infiltrating weapon with sacred effects, the Lord of the Crown, which was wrapped in the holy flame, sounded, and the rain fell on its body, bringing up wisps of holy flames. ~,

Turning around, the long sword in his right hand first cut off another crown lord who was about to sneak attack him with one knife. When the attacker fell, the cat had already thrown out the long sword in his hand and nailed the high-level crown lord twenty yards away to the ruins next to the street. The grassland elf priest who was already preparing to collect his death picked up a shotgun from the ground and blasted the skull of the high-level crown lord and the soul stone in the skull into pieces.

The tail was poked out from behind and brought out the silver short sword from the ribs of the Lord of the Crown, which was still spontaneously ignited. The cat grabbed the short sword with his left hand and turned around. The time it was stabbed by its owner again into the chest of the sneak attacker who was getting up. The difficulty of identifying the oppressiveness of the sacred weapon against the undead made the person fail again, so the latter who was directly hit by the soul stone immediately began to turn into ashes.

Pull out the dagger and lift it up, using it to block the oncoming sword. The cat's empty right hand popped out the stinger blade and penetrated the chest of the high-level crown lord in front of him. The natural stinger blade from the World Tree drilled a hole into the chest of the high-level crown lord with negative energy like cutting butter. The erosion of natural power immediately made the high-level crown lord roar. It kneeled helplessly on the stone slabs on the street, and the evil soul kept 'choking'.

Hearing the dense footsteps coming from behind, he stabbed the dagger along the chestplate of the high-level crown lord, the cat turned around and took a deep breath, and a natural angrily shouted (the shaman's reprimand ability has double effect on non-life undead). With the crisp roar swept across half the street, the crown lords and their high-level commanders were frightened and shocked, and the lower-level black warriors and skeleton swordsmen fled one after another. Some of the undead who failed to pass the Wrath of Nature began to smash the nature represented by life has always had the reputation of directional killing such unnatural creatures, not to mention that Marceau also consumed a holy power required for a level 4 spell to double the effect of this reprimand.

Then the cat turned around, turned into an energy chain into an energy chain and hit its own sword. Then the cat swung it, and the long sword swung an arc in the air, and finally nailed the high-level crown master who was leading the charge to the ground. The latter was still in a state of shock, and was directly hit by the cat. At the same time, there was no suspense about the identification of the sacred weapon. The high-level crown master who was shocked directly entered the state of the Holy Flame Burning Body. In this case, if you want to rescue, you are afraid that you will need to use up all the negative energy of several bone priests to "heal" it.

But there was no such opportunity. The cat pulled the energy chain and the long sword rolled in the air, and was finally grabbed by the cat's right hand. The grassland elf priest behind who had freed up his hand made several consecutive flaming explosions. It completely evaporated the undead who were still in shock and frightened states.

Turning around, his tail took the short sword out of the wound of the high-level crown lord, and then the long sword in Marceau's hand split the man in half from bottom to top, noting that the cat with no soul stone in his chest turned around and split the falling skull from top to bottom in two. This time, the cat saw the soul stone that was perfectly cut.

With a perfect cut, the cat who thought of this would shake the long sword and shake off the shattered foam from the blade. Then, Marceau, who put the knife into the sheath, looked around. There was no undead in this line of defense. The grassland elves and the big men were finishing the knife at some untouched undeads.

"The wounded who can continue to fight after treatment must stay on the defense line. The seriously injured and those who have lost their limbs will be sent to the treatment station behind." After Masce gave the priests this request, he was ready to leave the second line of defense and fight everywhere. The cat was indeed unable to do anything, so he could only get closer. He just hoped that the second line of defense could last for a while, and he didn't know how the battle of Orsh was going.

Just as Marceau took the third step, the sunlight shone behind him illuminated the streets. The cat turned around raised its head and enjoyed the dazzling feeling of the sun. At the same time, the rain seemed to be decreasing. Soon the cat felt that the rain had stopped.

Large areas of dark clouds were dissipating, and the sun once again spilled its heat over the canary plain. The players cheered quietly, and even the cat... shook happily and shook off the excess water that they wanted to hide on themselves.

Sunlight has a natural inhibitory effect on the undead. Some high-level existences may not care about the sunlight, but most undead will never like the suppression brought to them by the sun, let alone soul bodies such as ghosts and ghosts, it is even more impossible for spirit banshees to appear... at least they don't need to be spiritual assassins.

In this joyful mood, a messenger brought more good news to Marceau, "Orsh's side has been liberated! The undead commander has been killed by Anne, the chief captain of the combat mage!"

It was Anne again, and Marceau knew that where Anne was, Marceau could reassure Marceau.

"Although those guys seem to be unable to reappear the battle of Orsh, at least this time they did much faster." There were grassland elves on the streets following the topic.

"Our defense this time is also good. The morale bonus provided by the commander to us has saved many people. There are three records of my battle record that have passed the will identification because of the extra morale bonus." A grassland elf said this and smiled at Marceau and nodded: "Thanks to a commander like Marceau."

"I'm just doing what I should do, no need to thank me." Marceau was not willing to accept such praise. For cats, all this was nothing more than what he should do: "The kitten man doesn't ask what his friends can do for him, but always reminds himself what he can do for his friends... This is a proverb taught to me by his elders, and he never dares to forget."

"What a cute kitten, it's a pity that there seems to be a owner." The strange girl's laughter came from the top of the building at the support point: "It is said that the chief captain of the combat mage named Anne is flying to Vardaha. Marceau, is she your lover? Are you moved when you hear this news?"

With this sentence, Marceau immediately felt that these prairie elves who were originally somewhat strangers immediately became enthusiastic. They and they both looked at the cat with smiles, without words or movements, as if they were just waiting for the cat's answer.

After thinking about it, Marceau nodded vigorously: "To be honest, I'm very surprised. After all, this place is so dangerous, but I'm a little moved, because I don't think I'm lonely when I have friends at the end of the day."

To be honest, Marceau wanted to be the title of this lover, but when he thought of the unconfirmed future... Therefore, Marceau could only compare with his friends, and once again reminded himself that the previous victory in herbal trading was just the first change in the trajectory of fate. If you want to get happiness, you must work harder. You cannot give up money when you keep money in your hands. The cat must find a good place for the gold coins in your hands in recent times.

Since I learned about the girls’ ability to make money in my previous life, Marceau has long since lost more thoughts than they earn. Now the only thing I think is...at least I should support myself. Just lie in bed and wait for death? Maybe others can do it, but Marceau thinks he will definitely not be able to do this.

The grassland elves around him didn't seem to care whether they were lovers or friends. He laughed out loud with them, and among them, the bold girl came over and gave Marceau a kiss.

"What a shy kitten, it really makes my sister happy." She told me like this.

"Yes, she is shy and cute, so she really envies her sisters." She summarized it like this.

In response to this, Marceau could only respond with a wry smile, and said goodbye to these little guys again: "Other defenses still need me. I'm leaving. If there is another undead offensive, please work hard to fight."

"How can you not work hard for yourself?" In response, the grassland elves nodded with smiles.

...Yes, it's up to you, how can you not work hard?

Thinking of this, Marceau nodded vigorously, then strode towards the approaching defense line. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!