When the machine called war began to operate, the players in Ronnis City immediately made the cat feel what it means to be overcrowded, and there were people everywhere. The whole team of players began to receive armed forces in the square. Perhaps because they informed the city lord of the relationship, there were city guards as helpers... Well, in the face of such a big event, the city lord obviously did not want to do any small moves. After all, his emperor was a grassland elves, and the rule of the western villages and towns by the "evil foreigners" was also a very important reason. After all, these foreigners armed themselves to attack those foreigners. In the eyes of many big aboriginal people, as long as they did not involve themselves, the foreigners had nothing to do with them.

However, in the eyes of the grassland elves, the group of foreigners in the Blood Crown Crown had touched their bottom line. As a cat who was soy sauce, Marceau heard the Anonymous Priest who came from afar in the grassland elves musketeers team in Anne and Yang said this: "My children, since we were liberated, no one in this continent can enslave innocent people. Those foreigners in the Blood Crown must pay the price."

As a race that has had a long history of enslaved in the original work, the grassland elves said this indeed made Marceau absolutely believe that if a big man could just say such things, the cat would have long suspected that this guy was an acting guy.

The crusade began in the early morning twenty hours later. The druids outside Ronnis City passed through the snow field and went to the edge of the control area of ​​the Blood Crown to establish the coordinates of the passport gate. The legendary wizard of the grassland elves in the nearby big city first followed the coordinates, and then opened an anchored fixed portal there. This door is not a small thing that can be cast even if a scroll is torn. The cat cub took a look at it from a distance and intuition told the cat cub that the huge door was enough for four carriages to line up and exit. This is a military-grade large portal, which allows multiple personnel to enter at the same time.

The Blood Crown is not a mentally retarded. Ronnis City is so big that they quickly confirmed the location of the portal. So not long after a deadly reconnaissance team of 1.2 meters passed, news of fighting with the Blood Crown's troops came. So the fatal 1.2 meters first regiment immediately rushed through the portal.

Considering that Yang and Annie were the second group to pass the door, the cat, as the bodyguards of the two girls, naturally followed behind the first group and entered the portal.

After a few seconds of distortion, Marceau rushed out of the portal and turned around to look around. It was nothing wrong with the grassland elves not far away. At this time, the players of the grassland elves were shooting against the big men in the distance through the wall of thorns made by the druid.

Obviously, under the cover of thorns, the big man could not get any benefits at all. Although the spell of the Flame Explosion Spur is projected from time to time, it is obvious that there is not much damage to the thorny jungle, and it is even more impossible to directly seriously injure the grassland elves behind them.

"Hey, aren't you Yang and Annie's kitten? Why are you here?" The grassland elves who drove over in a track car recognized Marceau. It was obvious that as a cat following the two girls, Marceau's face display rate was still very high. In the eyes of the grassland elves, cats like Marceau are a rare species in the Eastern Continent, and a red dragon leather robe has the function of not forgetting it all.

"Aren't I here to give them a stand?" The cat replied with a smile. At the same time, these little men popularized the ownership of girls. These little boys are good at everything. The only problem is that when they see the descendants of those who are married far away, they will find ways to marry them. Although they are famous for bringing their lost compatriots back to the Sailun River, the cat will never let these guys abduct their owners.

"Is that right? You're really working hard, okay. Our defense line here is very stable, but it's not possible in the south. There are too few materials on the druids, and our people are fighting with the guy from the Blood Crown." The man said as he jumped out of the car and ran to the portal: "I want to inform the commander that the second batch of battles entering the field need to bring the Big Catman team as well."

In that case, Marceau walked to the south and didn't go far and heard all kinds of screams. Screams and gunshots. The core of the fight between the grassland elves was to change into a shotgun, and then he was stuck on the other side, and then used a bayonet to fight desperately with the opponent. Although he was very disadvantaged when fighting in close combat, these little things did not take their lives seriously at all, and did not accept life and death.

Thinking of this, the cat pulled out the musket from behind the waist and kicked the grassland elf down at a big man who was about to make up for a knife. The lead bullet flew over thirty yards and lifted his head away. The latter had never thought of the entry of flying props, so he was led to the side and eventually fell into the snow.

Put away the musket, pull out another of the four muskets placed crossed after the waist. This time the cat chose a strong man who just split a prairie elf in half. However, before the cat pulled the trigger, the guy was hugged by a prairie elf with a shotgun and held the fire on his knee. The former screamed and fell forward to the ground. Another prairie elf girl immediately stabbed the bayonet into his back. Perhaps it was a physical problem. The strong man wanted to struggle, so the girl pulled out the bayonet and stabbed it in again.

In order not to disturb the girl's aura, Marceau replaced the target with a dwarf who threw the knee Terminator to the ground. The latter was desperately trying to stab the dagger into the eye socket of the grassland elves under him. The grassland elves naturally would not be able to wait for death. Marceau's shot helped him a lot. The bullet passed through his side and punched the dwarf's body against each other. Then the next second the grassland elves snatched the dagger and stabbed the dwarf's neck.

Putting the musket in his right hand back into the holster, Marceau's left hand had already pulled out the musket on the other side at this time. A warrior was pulling the long sword out of the body of the grassland elf. He seemed to be looking for the next victim, so the cat pulled the trigger, and the perpetrator immediately became a victim. The warrior who was penetrated by the bullets and knelt down and finally fell to the side of the grassland elf.

When Marceau retracted the musket and began to find someone with destiny for his last loaded musket, he heard a roar from behind. The cat turned around and saw a large group of big cat players roaring and waving the two-handed swords in his hands like a door panel, a two-handed axe like a door panel and a two-handed hammer as big as a door panel rushing towards him.

"The little things on the road get out of the way! We are going to kill those damn humans!"

"Go aside! Little guy! Don't stop us from killing these bastards who hurt Little guy!"

The big cat who was leading the way roared, so the cat let go and asked. If someone thinks it's okay to be hit by a big guy of two meters, the cat thinks that guy can try it.

Of course, Marceau did not forget to find a person with destiny for the bullets in the musket in his hand. He used his tonnage to knock down a grassland elf girl, and then killed another with his hand axe. When he was about to execute the grassland elf girl who fell to the ground, Marceau pulled the musket in his hand. After the lead bullet penetrated his windscreen, he brought a lot of glass slag into his eye sockets.

Then the big cats and people rushed into the battlefield like a road roller. The big cat man who was leading the big cat man rushed towards his dwarf and swung his hands and a wave. The dwarf flew up. The hundreds of pounds of weight seemed like a feather in the eyes of the big cat man. The cat watched the dwarf spitting blood and flew into the air, and finally landed directly... at least three hundred yards away.

Then a human wanted to block the big cat man, so he was beaten into pieces by a shield. The cat clearly watched a ingredient fly for a distance and hung on the head of an unlucky grassland elf girl.

"Blood debt and blood repayment! Big Cats fight for their allies!"

"For the Holy Covenant! Brothers of Gurandal! Crush these maggots!"

The big cats roared and rushed into the battlefield, and then there was a battle with flesh and blood flying. The grassland elves squatted with their hands in their hands, and the blood-colored crowns standing were immediately crushed by the big cats. The strong big cats can wear plate armor and walk vigorously. At least twenty-two points of strength, they are a nightmare for any melee profession when waving giant two-handed weapons that suit their size.

Well... I think everyone in the bloody crown on the battlefield now must have a deep understanding.

While thinking, Masce walked to the edge of the battlefield, the cat cub loading noticed that the human player under his feet seemed to have breathe a sigh of relief. He was cut in half by a sword with both hands and seemed to want to climb out of this hell, but a large amount of bleeding and the pain of being cut in half were tormenting him all the time. The cat cub watched him die, and then put the loaded musket back into the musket bag behind his waist.

Everyone has to pay the price for each other's choices, and to devote themselves to evil in the game... they must have the awareness of being beaten to death by the defenders in the game.
Chapter completed!