Jumped off the combat boat, glanced at the rooftop around and there were several teams of players accompanying them. Seeing them landing safely, Marsault poked out and looked at the griffin corpse on the street below, and then said to the communication channel: "No target was found."

"We are the same." The players nearby said that they could not find the target. Marsole glanced at Yan and then began to arrange tasks: "Yan and I were responsible for searching north, and the 'Capukino Dim Sum' and 'Martian Rookie' team went to the east, and the 'Ayarok Wind' and 'Fake Smash Master Sodom' team went to the west."

The north area of ​​the city is so big that if Marceau and Yan are only relying on Marceau and Yan, they may not be able to find the target even after the battle is over. Therefore, Mrs. Lily specially recruited four teams of players as Marceau and Yan's assistants. Although these guys initially thought Marceau and Yan were just two kittens, how could they be their commanders? However, after confirming the record of Marceau and Yan, everyone immediately lost all their minds to reason. With Marceau and Yan's record, as commanders in this kind of mission, they were a bit useless. Since there was a great god-level commander present, the teams naturally didn't want to jump out and be the first person to fight the commander to the death.

"Speaking of this, I thought they would, like what the novel describes, grabbing our tail means that we are not qualified and we will change to another commander no matter what we say." Seeing the four teams happily taking the order to go their separate ways, Yan reached out and scratched his face strangely.

In response to this, Marceau also scratched his face with embarrassment: "What strange books are you reading?"

"The 47th edition of the collection of fantasy novels in the Middle Earth.rar is a public online content." The cat girl said this and pressed her chin with her finger: "In an article I read recently, the protagonist will meet all kinds of guys who want to fight him to the death wherever he goes... Is the IQ of ancient people not enough?"

"How did I know?" Marceau, who was checking the bloodstains on the ground, shook his head. The cat cub who never reads fantasy novels felt that he could not answer this matter. Moreover, the cat cub instinctively felt that those guys had always felt that they could get involved in a mission with such a capable commander than if they were alone but died in the end: "And I personally think that the novel that recognizes the protagonist and fights hard everywhere they go, can meet the novel that treats the protagonist as an opponent. Does the IQ of the villain and the opponent have been adjusted too low, and it would be fine if they don't have any vision, but they still think so. Even if they are wrong, they have to fight with the protagonist to the end, and eventually become the experience value on the protagonist's growth path... This must be the author's fault."

"Well, I also think that as a rational party, these medieval novels are really strange, but in addition to rationality, they are unexpectedly refreshing. After all, these are said to be the originator of novels that are now hitting people and stomping on their faces." As soon as he finished speaking, Yan sniffed, and the girl with the wrinkled nose turned her head and looked at the alley beside her, and then waved to Marceau: "I smell fresh blood."

"Fresh?" Marceau walked to Yan's side, and Yan sniffed the air hard: "That's right, it's fresh." As he said, Yan pulled out the musket and dagger from his waist, and the girls walked into the alley on their own, so Marceau simply took out a pair of guns from behind. In this case, Marceau had to cover the sides and roofs for the girl. At the same time, someone really wanted to fight a cat in the alley with the cat. The cat's sting blade would definitely teach that guy that the guy was a prop, and no matter how big the guy was, he could not exert his due strength on an unsuitable battlefield.

After walking about twenty steps into the alley, Marceau and Yan saw the man in the robe who was poured into the garbage dump. He hung the gun on his shoulder. Marceau dragged the body out and cut the robe with a dagger. He looked at its already cystic body and wounds on his chest: "Diet from the size of the wound, it should be a stabbing sword, killing him with one blow." As he said, Marceau cut open the wound and confirmed the most twisted wound on the deceased's heart: "He is a good man. After one blow, he pulled out his weapon and twisted it. He is a good stabbing sword."

"Well, the analysis is good. Where did you learn this from Marsault?"

"Of course I learned secretly when watching Yang and Annie's autopsy, but to be honest, I feel that the bodies of these cultists have begun to change. Look at its muscles, it has begun to 'evolve' towards high density. Obviously, in the end, these guys will gain what they think of as eternal life and become an immortal evil demon, lose their own consciousness, no longer have love, no longer hate, and only infinite loyalty to the evil gods... It's really sad." Standing up, Marceau looked at Yan: "This is the final truth that a cult wants to obtain eternal life. The evil god has indeed fulfilled his promise to them, but who thinks such a promise is a good thing?"

"This is not a good thing, Marceau, this is just another victory for the evil god to lure the trick." Yan replied while starting to move forward. She looked at the distance of the alley and sighed: "I know that for the mortal indigenous people in this world, eternal life is indeed a very beautiful topic, but for us players... mortals will die, but faith will last forever, so death is never a terrible thing. What is terrible is the loss of everything they love and like because of death... But I think this is not the reason for a person to retreat because death is not scary."

"But the indigenous people didn't know that they just felt that it would be so beautiful if they could obtain eternal life... but forgot that they begged for eternal life from the evil gods, but in the end they would be taken away by even their own lives." As an outsider, Marceau felt that these indigenous people were very sad. Their wishes were beautiful, but their means were stupid and hopeless. He prayed to the evil gods and gave back only mutations and scams. Moreover, the evil gods would package themselves and deceive the indigenous people, making them think that what they believed was a god with a lower limit... As a result, the chaotic and evil gods had no lower limits and morals at all. For them, the soul was just a kind of "currency" or "props".

What a sad and hateful group of people. Marceau thought and stepped over a new corpse. The appearance of the corpse was completely inhumane, so a sting sword still nailed it to the ground with great determination. Then there was some blood on the ground. Yan began to speed up his pace. The cat rushed to follow him, walked through the garbage, and walked around the corner. Finally, Yan stood in front of the back door of a small house. The girl stood by the door, and after Marceau stood on the other side, he reached out to pat the door: "Sorry, disturb me, is Lean Cabrun there?"

Without responding, Marceau glanced at the blood in front of the door and finally raised the gun. When he was about to use it to open the door, it was stopped by the flame. She cleared her throat: "Mr. Old Manta, please come to you, Lean Cabran, if you hear everything we say, you should understand that your injury has betrayed you."

After a few seconds of silence, the door was opened, and a tall woman covered her abdomen and looked at Marceau and Yan: "Do you need me to pour you some hot drinks?"

"No need." After putting away the weapons, Marceau put away the weapons and walked into the room the first time. At the same time, Yan followed him after notifying the team that he had found the target.

"There are people, what's going on." Marceau pointed to the two grassland elves sitting or standing in the room and a dwarf who was obviously already a corpse.

"We are children of the Feta family. We worked in the emergency area of ​​Xicheng District. After being broken by the undead, we escaped." One of the grassland elf raised his hand and replied, while another twin brother who looked like him caught the words: "But we were caught by cultists. They were going to sacrifice us to the evil god, but this elder sister saved us!"

"Yes, a section of the city wall in the west of the city has been destroyed. Now the evil gods' lackeys are rushing into the west of the city through that ruin." The woman said as she sat on the chair. Yan glanced at her and then at the dwarf. When she finally looked at Marceau, her eyes seemed to say, 'You men are really good at playing'.

Please, Yan, what does this matter have to do with me? And to be honest, the Cabruns are Greensen Highlanders, and this woman is also Greensen Highlanders: "Lyn Cabrun...we don't know that your father likes to call his daughter a son."

"You are outsiders, and it is normal not to know that we, Greenlanders, have only sons and no daughters. The kind of guy who comments on other men while drinking afternoon tea is no different from waste in the eyes of our Greenlanders. What are you doing to me? I don't know what reason I am as the captain of a griffin knight, and you are worth your life to come to me."

Yan handed a first aid bag to this person, and then sighed: "Mr. Old Manta's eldest son died in battle on the wall of the east district of the city, the second son died in battle with the undead, and the battlefield healing center where the fourth son is located has just been broken by the undead... and the cause of the death of the youngest child is somewhat difficult for us to speak."

The Highlander woman took off her leather armor without anyone else, and then Marceau could see that the wound on her side abdomen would be completely cut open if the demon used a little harder. If that was the case, I would not need any first aid. But then again, these ten abdominal muscles are indeed a bit attractive. Because after seeing the girls' natural single abdominal muscles, Marceau was really surprised to see this kind of abdominal muscles that two more than her.

After the wound was treated, the person finally spoke: "It seems that my stupid young brother finally killed him... right?"

"That's right." Since this person knows, it's easier to do, but Marceau still said how that guy died and was beaten to death by someone else, and that being executed by his own father is another matter: "So we have to find you and save you."

"Can I really save it?" The lady sighed when she pierced her leather armor back to her body: "My brother did such a stupid evil thing. Does my father think his child... would be a deserter?"

"Your battlefield is in the sky, change to another mount, don't be afraid." Yan said to her.

"What do you think the griffin knight is? A combat boat driver?" Ms. Leon smiled and shook her head: "My griffin was brought up since I was a child. To this day, I fought side by side with it and lived together... Griffin and knight who have no tacit understanding will definitely kill each other on the battlefield."

"Then we will send you out too. Your father has lost too much. Now you are the only child of your father in this world... Do you want to die here, or do you decide to go to the rear to finally give birth to enough new generations for the family, so that they can do more for the family and for this invaded world." Marceau said this, and saw the Highlander silent, so the cat continued to work hard: "Lion, your father once wanted to use a bag of money as a reward for us to save you, but we did not accept it. We know that in his eyes, you are far more important than that bag of money, but we still rejected this transaction because we understand that his care for the world, his loyalty to our faith, and his love for the children are worth our adventure for him, so please follow us and return to your father so that the Cabrans can contribute more to this world."

"You...you told me." Highlander Lean Cabran finally nodded: "I'll go with you, but what should they do."

"Don't worry, there are seats on the combat boat." Marceau spoke, taking out two muskets and two bags of bullets from his holster: "Hold it and play."

The Fita family, Marceau knew that this family was a big family among the Garoles. In the wandering days, they exchanged conservation ships with the Telshan people. The Fita family was the children on the Telshan people's conservation ship. This family is said to have a lot of doctors. In the game, the children of the Fita family serve various battle groups. Most of them are very high-end surgeons. These two little guys, Marceau, of course, knew Telshan and the Galal people, and twins were very rare, and there was only one pair in the Feita family in this generation.

"I am July Feta, what are your names? Meng Shang Feta! I am my younger brother!" The two brothers took the weapon and immediately said with a smile.

"Masso." Hearing the footsteps outside, Masso opened the door and looked at them, then waved to the companions who were rushing to: "Here."

"Wow! You are Marceau!" The brother pointed at Marceau, then turned to look at Yan: "You are Yan!"

"Yeah, do you know us?" Yan nodded.

"Of course! Everyone says you are extremely fragile, and there are also cats that look like husband and wife!" The younger brother replied loudly.
Chapter completed!