"It seems that it was my carelessness. I didn't expect that the undead's actions would be so fast. ↑," When Marceau and others saw Mrs. Lily, they saw that the lady had already changed into a seemingly simple and unpretentious equipment. However, from Marceau's perspective, there were at least four legendary equipment, and the little hammer in Mrs. Lily's hand and the magic book floating around her could not tell what kind of high-end existence it was.

Semi-artifact?

God knows that for such an anonymous messenger who has lived for hundreds of years and has experienced five open times, the days he wears such a dress are probably very few in her long memory.

"Madam, what are we going to do next."

"Follow me, I'll take you to the commander of the undead in this city. The portal has been confirmed. The magic crystal cannon will complete energy storage in five minutes and start shelling, and the large-scale bombing will be after we kill that commander."

"You are the only one?" Marceau felt that this was still too risky. Not to mention the level of the commander of the undead, the cat was sure that this guy must have a lot of subordinates. Moreover, since the portal was opened, the evil undead must have begun to act to desecrate the land. In this case, Mrs. Lily was a bit risky to act alone.

"Of course, I'm not acting alone. Come on, let me introduce you to His Highness Gina and His Highness Senna." After Madam Lily's introduction began, Masce was shocked to realize that the two identical grassland elf girls standing beside Madam Lily. They were so similar. The only difference was that one was square ears and the other was pointed ears.

Among the indigenous people of the grassland elves, square ears are the southern branch, while pointed ears are the northern branch, which means that the two mothers and fathers are from the two branches of the grassland elves... But now is not the time to discuss their bloodline, Marceau respectfully bowed down and saluted: "Salute to you. Two Your Highnesses."

The grassland elves named Gina and Senna, twins, are as bright as a ball of flame in Marceau's gray vision, sacred and warm to Marceau... This should be the divine clone of the two mother gods.

Yang also reacted. The girl took her companions to perform a ritual dedicated to the ancestors, sages and gods, and greeted the elves of the grassland: "For survival. Your Highness, your way is with us."

"My compatriots, I'm very happy that you can walk with us." The two ladies first greeted the girls, and then Mrs. Gina, among them, walked to Marceau. She stretched out her hand and stood on tiptoe to pat the cat's little head, and smiled kindly from the elders: "Marceau, before seeing you, I'm really curious why Su's descendants chose to parade in the East Continent."

Then she glanced at Yang, Anne and Youjiu and Gaga: "Now, I think I got the answer from them."

Marceau looked embarrassed, and the gods said it was a virtue, but as the cat mentioned, Marceau's intuition told himself that if he let these two people continue to say it, he would be afraid that he would not have to wait until the evening. The Women's Protection Group and the Cat and Sister-Administering Alliance would be able to join forces.

"Because we are all the closest friends." Yang replied in a critical moment.

"Is that so? It's a friend's affection that touched me... Little guys, I and my sister have seen everything you have done along the way. Your behavior is just like these big foreigners, and you are worthy of the ancestors who have entered this world and are willing to sacrifice for this world. Your behavior will be rewarded."

"This world should always change better and better, Your Highness." Yang replied with a smile.

"What about you, Marceau, what do you think?" Mrs. Senna suddenly asked Marceau at this time.

There is no need to consider it. In front of such a high-ranking true god. Even if you have a clergy in the realm of lies, don’t want to easily deceive a high-ranking true god. Therefore, Marceau said the truth: “As long as my friends still love this world, in order to see their smiles every day, I will never become a gravedigger in this world.”

Mrs. Senna stared at Marceau for a while, and finally smiled on her face. She nodded and came to the cat cub like her sister to express the smile of a kind elder: "An answer that points directly to my heart, I like your honesty. Marceau, you are a natural action-oriented person, just like your elder who stays at home all day."

Marceau tilted his head. To be honest, he was a little surprised that his grandfather was able to get such an evaluation from this person.

"I saw your grandfather when he was young. He was a silent guy, but his young half-elf lady was even more so. He was a pair of foreigners who felt a little missed. Later, they became gods and the soul primordial body left the world... Now, I am afraid I can't recognize us anymore." Mrs. Gina sighed when she said this: "After saying so much, I think you are a little tired of listening to it, so follow our two elders to watch a fun."

Since the elders were going to take themselves to watch the fun, Marceau immediately opened a live broadcast channel. The channel was crowded with people at the moment of opening. It is obvious that players also obtained information from other live broadcast channels and friends. The fifth opening era has just begun. The existence of a high-ranking true god, who is like a dragon who is not seen at the end, will bring explosive gatherings of people on the live broadcast channel every time it appears.

Mrs. Gina and Mrs. Senna walked in front, and Mrs. Lily followed behind with two kittens and the girls. Wherever she went, the undead was destroyed. Mrs. Gina opened the sacred halo. This was the ability obtained by the prairie priest after the half-step legend. This halo will maintain its effect for a whole day after it is opened. Any undead in the non-kind camp must undergo a will identification after entering the radius of the halo, and the loser will be directly purified.

With Mrs. Gina's identity and level, even the authentic monster like the high-level bone wizard became ashes as soon as it entered the killing radius. After Marceau watched the skull of the high-level bone wizard ashes, the soul stone first rolled out of it, and then the crystal of the evil soul turned into ashes in the air before it landed.

Then when he arrived at the square where the commander was, Marceau saw that under the two ladies' fingers, the powerful undead who seemed to be a divine bone lich had just eaten a few divine instructions and turned into a pile of ashes, and even its evil cursed equipment was wiped out.

"It's so powerful!" Zhiqiu widened his eyes throughout the whole process. For him, today's battle completely overturned his perception: "I didn't expect that the spellcaster in this game would be so powerful."

"The caster has always been so powerful." Marceau said to Zhiqiu.

"Zhiqiu also wants to be a spellcaster!" The kitten replied, looking at Maso: "Brother Maso, I see both you and Sister Yang casting spells. Can you teach me to be a spellcaster?"

...Wait a minute, what's going on? Zhiqiu, you are the future master of monks. At this time, you told me to be a spellcaster. The rhythm is wrong, little guy.

But Yang took the topic: "Zhiqiu, how could you think of being a spellcaster?"

"Because the caster is very handsome." This little guy didn't think much about it, but there was a key point he grasped the handsomeness.

To be honest, Marceau also liked this when he was a child. As long as he was handsome, he could pretend that way, but unfortunately, the attribute of lame taught himself how to be a cat, but for Zhiqiu, being handsome is justice.

"What kind of spell caster do you want to be? Those two ladies are prairie elves, and you are kittens." At this point, Yang suddenly fell silent, obviously also noticed that Zhiqiu had no tail: "Okay, you have half of the prairie elves' blood, but do you really want to be a protected spell caster instead of a monk who protects others."

"Sister Anne is a spellcaster, but she can also protect Brother Marceau." Zhiqiu replied.

After looking at Masce, who was shot while lying, Yang smiled and shook his head: "Think about it again, Zhiqiu, if you decide to be a spellcaster, then tell your sister, sisters, please help you choose a spellcaster profession that you like the most and most suitable for you, okay?"

"Thank you, Sister Yang." Zhiqiu smiled happily, not paying any attention to the embarrassment and anxiety on his elder brother Marceau's face.
Chapter completed!