The ghouls who were scolded and manipulated had no value for use. Marceau let go of the control of the corpse that only had the reflex arc and could twitch from time to time, and casually cut off the connection with the soul poster. Walking between the old houses, the cat quickly drove to the other side of the entrance of the alley where they entered. The scope on the long-barrel musket was close to the muzzle. This was to avoid reflecting light and set up the musket. Marceau looked at the two people who were walking through the alley with some difficulty, raised their eyebrows and worshiping the dead. Marceau was now unable to show enough expression. A smile, a sigh, a raised brow, and a raised mouth were a different torment for Marceau's increasingly stiff expression.

This made Marceau a little taciturn in the game, but nothing, what if he had no expression on his face? This cat doesn't rely on his face to make a living. Although being cute in the real world is also a way to survive, in this game, cats with good hands and better legs don't mind making those gravediggers who want to turn the entire main plane where the Ayarok continent is located into a huge morgue understand what the anger of innocent people is. If you can't teach it once, there is no key. You can teach it.

Seeing the two walking to the middle of the alley, closest to the possible escape path, Marceau opened the lid of the scope, set the gun, and then put the main shooter glove into the sight.

Please accept deep greetings from the innocent, the miscellaneous things of the New Eden.

As the blind-closed hunter in the scope was shot and fell, the observer behind him turned around and tried desperately to run out of the alley, but how could it be? There were still 70 yards closest to him. Just this distance was enough for Marceau to replace a silver bullet and then kill the guy on the floating soil.

"What a synonym for stupidity." When Marceau put away the musket, he clicked the confirm button that had been floating around him when he started to leave.

‘Dear players, thank you for accepting the entrustment of this battlefield video clipping. Cambrian will cut your perfect kill and add this new trailer. At the same time, your kill will enter the top5 consecutive kills and top5 long-range shooting. Currently, your above two rankings are in the first place, and all your income will be transferred to your account next time.’

This is what Cambrian is like. Although it is unreasonable, at least it is never stingy when it comes to spending money. It is of course a good thing for Marceau to have money. Besides, as a player who can be photographed in this version, Cats can get some benefits. Don’t be too little money and IQ. Just like only a middle school scholar who thinks that fugao is fun. Indeed, fugao can see all the aspects of life, but that is not something that some fools go to the chaotic star zone and end up playing, and they become a member of the missing population table, so that’s not fun.

Climbing up the rooftop and looking at the griffin knights appearing in the sky in the north, Marceau knew that this was the prelude to the entry of the combat boats and traffic boats. It seemed that everyone in the Black Death had not been able to get that support point in the end... But then again, when the three regiments died two leader, the ghoul without the commander bonus even had a few points in the qualification to become cannon fodder. The players in the East Continent were obviously not good men and women. Since you want to get benefits from this battle, you naturally have to face the malice caused by your own **. In this battlefield where players hurt each other, isn't living just to send the guys on the other side to die or die again?

For Marceau, he doesn't want to go back to the support point now. The place with a slap is a little bigger, and he will be left to everyone to hurt each other. Marceau feels that he should run over to complete the previous task and find the portal location. Of course, the next thing has nothing to do with the cat. There is no situation with the explosive [fish] props on hand. Think about it, does a kitten like Marceau still have to use his hands to slim that thing? Stop making trouble, the cat is not a golden steel wolf.

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The support point was indeed as Marceau thought. When everyone of the Black Death discovered that the first wave of reinforcements running over the East Continent was actually the "Pillar of Eternity" that loved and killed each other four times, and in the next fifth opening era, the scene was a little uncontrollable. Both sides directly fired true fire. In the sewer, the halfling warrior held a slightly damaged small wooden shield in one hand and a small round-headed hammer in the other, and was walking on the route to the south of the city with the little druid Migaga.

"Can we really find a portal when we go like this?" Migaga carried a supply medicine bag, stuffed with various potions. Several of them were mixed together, and the power generated was enough to turn the two people, together with the soil layer on the top of their heads, the bricks on the surface of the street and the ones who were hurting each other on the bricks, into the scenery in the sky.

"Even if you go south, you may not be able to find it, but we have done it...at least it is better than if we did nothing. The kitten man named Marceau is afraid that he will not even be able to protect himself at this time. Don't think that anyone will save him this time. If you want to come out and get out, don't pay it back. Do you think he is the winner of life." After the halfling said that, he turned his head to look at the little guy in front of him: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken you out to play."

"Strength cannot stop ambition. Only a hand with the same strength can stop all this. Migaga is the partner of justice!" Migaga said this inexplicably, and at this half-hearted person shook his head. He knew that this little guy didn't know the meaning of this sentence at all, because those who know these things... are now addicted to the vortex of mutual harm. You can put any tasks and copies aside, and then talk about it first.

"Migaga, do you know what ambition is?" He asked this question,

"I don't know, but Mr. Marceau said that whether it is the innocent natives who want to live in this world safely or the madman who fear nothing like us, we must understand that everyone in this world has their own destiny since birth, and our fate today has long guided us... the way forward."

Speaking of this, the halfling snorted, what the hell is this *******, it’s just a game, and it’s already philosophical.

But as a child, Migaga seemed to be very helpful to this statement, so he nodded vigorously: "Mr. Marceau is right, finding a portal is our destiny."
Chapter completed!