The front was advancing all the way, and Marceau quickly noticed that his position had arrived at the square last night. At this moment, the square was full of remains left by Nurg's filial sons. More than ten big cats were watching the venue with giant weapons. More big cats and other players were passing through the square... Well, it seems that in addition to the players with pointed ears and square ears, the big cats seemed to have also begun to execute the [summoning] order.

"We cleaned the entire path and ran here." The big human player looked at the square and muttered: "Captain, what should we do now."

He asked the captain of the team in this sentence. The captain was not Aomi and Mingen, but an older grassland elf woman. Marceau could not confirm her age, but judging from the attitudes of Aomi and Mingen, and other girls towards her, she should be a very mature elder sister.

"Of course we're going back, let's go from here." Without saying a word, he walked towards another great avenue: "Do you have any problems?"

"No problem!" the girls replied uniformly, Marceau and the big man took it for granted.

It was said that it was a different path, but in fact, this path had been cleaned up by other teams. Along the way, Nurg's filial sons were very abstract. Marceau only needed to take a look and knew that these must have been done by Big Cats, except for them, only Anne could wield huge weapons to beat these guys into minced meat on the ground.

"Look, that guy is hitting the wall." Mingen pointed to the other side of the street. Marceau followed Mingen's guidance and saw a filial son of Nurgre sticking to the wall. This should have been directly "blocked" by a hammer. It's such a poor guy. The power of the Big Catman is calculated in one and two in the entire multiverse. In addition to those legendary big cat man's melee professions, even the Barlow Demon cannot win in the battle against their power. As for this ordinary filial son of Nurgre, death is indeed a "gift" for them, because generally speaking, facing the Big Catman, the only choice for the evil camp is to work hard to die more calmly. Usually, if you are hit by the Big Catman with all your strength, you can directly obtain a very creative way of death.

"What a bad guy, his upper and lower half of his body were broken." Mingmei stuck out her tongue: "Look, I didn't expect that the big man's intestines could hang from the second floor to the ground."

"I don't like grilled sausages," Marceau muttered. His words immediately attracted the response from others, and the big human little girlfriend had already covered her mouth.

"Okay, my cute little girls, don't do this, face disgust and death directly but their rights and freedoms and ours. Remember how wonderful all this is done by our big cat allies for us."

Marceau nodded thoughtfully. For Marceau, what this elder said was very good.

...

Back to the battle group safely, the cat started paddling again with the fire of the grassland elves completely controlled the game. For the cat, it would be better to take a few steps to rush up and eat the friendly firepower shot from behind.

Of course, in order to have something to do, Marceau clicked on the Forum's Fashir City Division. At this time, the Forum of the Fashir Division was crowded with all kinds of people. This battle was obvious that the living camp had the last laugh. The players who defected to Nurg either cried on the forum about their accounts and returned to primitive society, or were fighting against those guys who were already shaking them. Of course, many players were showing off their equipment that they had killed monsters. Although the equipment dropped by Nurg's Filial Pirates was cursed, after the indigenous people, the purification of the Holy Clan and the Temple of Anonymous, many players had already shown their equipment with various freshly released guys.

Meow, these guys are lucky!

Marceau looked at it and found that several semi-legacy (+6) weapons had appeared in the show-off post. There were also several handed down weapons, most of which were in the style of the Warhammer Century, and there was even a chainsaw sword. This guy used it to exchange for a legendary weapon with the Grassland Elf Industry Federation. And because of handing over this strange thing from the foreign land, this guy directly drew the reputation of the Grassland Elf from neutral to respect, a second-level jump, the blessing that many people dream of getting.

While reading the post, Marceau was also responsible for rushing to the formation twice. Obviously, the filial sons who wanted to fight, but when they faced two rows of big cats and humans, they could not stop all kinds of guys with the effects of sacred weapons. Because when the big cats, who were taller than themselves, waved the big cats that were thicker than the waist of the cats... Meow, what do you call the filial sons? Although the number of big cats is not large, they are only responsible for opening a channel, and then the human players and kitten people who followed them, as well as square ears and pointed ears, would shout and rush into the gap.

Just like this attack, in this big square, thousands of filial sons of Nurg wanted to stop the players from advancing, but hundreds of filial sons of Nurg directly broke through the central front of Nurg's filial sons. Then the grassland elves used magic tricks in a variety of ways. As a protective force, human players quickly drove the group of filial sons out of the square. They threw at least 300 corpses and ran away, half of which were still injured. Marceau felt that as long as he hit a few more times, the remaining filial sons of Nurg would have no ability to counterattack at all.

"The fight is so fun!" When the filial sons who had once again dispelled Nurg, Mingen said excitedly to Marceau when he stood on the chest of a dead filial son.

"Be careful, my sister, don't fall."

"No!"

The Lin sisters were talking there, and Marceau turned her attention to the battle boat flying over not far away. The cat watched it land on the south side of the square. Marceau turned around and looked at the two girls: "Do you know that guy? It's the one wearing a bishop's robe."

Maozi was a little curious about this stranger. Her question asked the Lin sisters to turn their attention to the bishop. Soon, the sister recognized her: "Isn't that the Archbishop of Fahill City? Why did she come?"

"Yes, aren't the three in him the three bishops? What are they here for?"

"Come here to pick peaches?" said the big human player.

"How is that possible!" His little girlfriend kicked his leg bone, but because of the iron guard plate, the girl hurt her leg.

"They seemed to walk towards the...mausoleum in the center of the square?" Marceau confirmed and found that the small building in the center of the square seemed to be the entrance to a mausoleum.

As soon as he finished speaking, Marceau and others saw them standing at the entrance of the small building.
Chapter completed!