Half of the vast forest area is frozen at this time. From a distance, a lonely snow-white and a vivid emerald green form a stark contrast.

The defenses of the Wind Ridge Empire were not built at the forefront like the Junyan Empire, and they believed that this vast forest could be used as a natural barrier, so they built their first facility only a hundred miles away from Storm City.

This facility is similar to the Dragon Wall, isolating the northwestern frontier of the Windling Empire from the Empire. And this first defense facility in this vast forest is like a scar that stretches for thousands of miles, not only isolating the demons, but also completely abandoning a large part of the forest area.

No matter how powerful they are, the combat effectiveness of the soldiers in Storm City without the forest area can be said to be halved, and even some fierce beasts cannot play a role in the battle at all.

At this time, a man on the first line of defense of the Wind Ridge Empire was wearing a cloak and staring at the forest in the northwest direction with a pair of serious eyes. In the distance, the snow-white forest slowly bubbled white, and from this huge structure, the snow-white forest was full of psychedelia and mystery.

"Has the Flame Lord arrived!?" the middle-aged man asked.

"It's almost there... I heard that he went to the Ten Thousand Flames Wasteland, and his current strength should not be underestimated, the matter of the princess last time..."

The middle-aged man waved his hand and motioned not to continue. The attendant on the side hurriedly lowered his head and didn't say a word.

"Ten Thousand Flames Wasteland?" the middle-aged man clenched his fists and repeated in a cold voice.

This man is the former city lord of Ling City, Chizhou, and the Yan Lord in his mouth is the one who escaped his daughter's marriage that day, making him have nowhere to put his face. But now that he is under the fence, he can't say anything more.

Governor Chi let out a long breath and turned his head to look northeast, the building under his feet stretched in the northeast direction, and there was no edge in sight.

"This construction cost me all of the ... I have also fulfilled my responsibility, Emperor Yan Bing, I hope you can fulfill your promise..."Chizhou sighed silently.

This building was copied by him with reference to the dragon wall of the Junyan Empire, which can also be said to be the dragon wall, and this dragon wall has been extending infinitely to the northeast, and together with the dragon wall of the Junyan Empire, the entire northern territory is blocked.

"Chi City Lord... Lord Yan has arrived..."The attendants on the side saw someone coming over on the side, and they knew each other when they looked at it, after all, the person who came was the son of Emperor Yan.

Chi Zhou turned around, and it was the Yan Lord who was walking towards him. He seemed to be a different person, his eyes were hollow, and his body exuded an extremely cold aura, which actually made Chizhou feel a trace of danger.

"I've seen Uncle Chi!" Lord Yan greeted in a cold voice.

Chizhou also smiled awkwardly and replied, "It's worthy of going to the Ten Thousand Flames Wasteland... The whole breath is different..."

This sentence seemed to poke at the pain of the Yan Lord, and his empty eyes were suddenly filled with fear. After a long time, the Yan Lord closed his eyes and let out a long breath before relieving himself.

"I have already selected the people, plus the cultivators of the four major sects, a total of one hundred cultivators, four hundred soldiers!"

...

Near the Dragon Wall...

At this time, the blizzard had already swept more than a hundred miles of territory in front of the original dragon wall, and this blizzard could now be said to be close at hand, only a hundred meters away from the dragon wall.

The soldiers on the front line looked at the blizzard and the casualties returning from the investigation army every day, and their psychology has been greatly challenged, and now that the blizzard is at the door of their homes, the faces of those soldiers are nothing but fear and despair.

"The situation is grim, hurry up and report it!" a bloodied cultivator yelled at the soldiers behind him. The roar was very loud here, but in this blizzard, it was as insignificant as the sound of mosquitoes, and it was instantly buried in the blizzard.

Whew!

Before the cultivator's words fell, an iron arrow had already pierced his head, and then he was nailed to the dragon wall along with the others.

The soldiers panicked, their eyes wide, bloodshot and hateful.

"Third child, get the corpse up, and the rest of the people will come over to me and kill these beasts!!"

The soldier who was stunned looked at the cold corpse at his feet, and then at the other soldiers who had rushed forward, his eyes were dull except fear, because he had been in this situation all this way, and it was his eldest brother who had rescued him alive.

These soldiers who rushed forward were undoubtedly going to die, to buy time for the soldier behind them.

Whew!ahh

There was another miserable scream, and there was a violent crash as a corpse carried by an iron arrow flew and slammed into the wall.

Boom!

The soldier, who was called the third soldier, jerked as he felt a puddle of warm liquid flowing from his face. He slowly touched his hand in despair, and the liquid became cold in an instant.

At this moment, a pool of blood was on his hand, and he still stayed where he was. The blood on his hands was the same as the crucified soldier on the wall, and in this cold temperature, the warmth only lasted for a few seconds.

"The third... Fast... Fast... Put the corpse... Get it... Intelligence... Important..."The soldier who had been nailed to the wall by an iron arrow through his stomach still had the strength to breathe, and he shouted with difficulty to the third child in a daze.

At this moment, his internal organs fell frantically from the gap, and the sound of this falling sound was like a terrible melody, and it slammed into the mind of the soldier in a daze.

"Old... Old... Three..."

Finally, the soldier who was nailed to the wall gave his breath, and before he died, he wanted to finish the sentence, but at this point he could no longer say it...

"Ah!!h

Even this kind of screaming is just something that is covered up in an instant in this blizzard. The wind was strong enough to drown out all the sound here, and unless the soldiers on the wall could see him, there was no way to save him.

Let's go...

The soldier nailed to the wall shed the last drop of blood, and for some reason, the last drop of blood fell on the snow, and there was a sound that was extremely heavy and painful. Presumably, this soldier couldn't complete the task at his last moment, so he was unwilling to drain his own blood!

The frantic soldier did not continue to shout, and fell to his knees and collapsed as he looked at the corpse that had been buried in the snow, and his ears seemed to hear the shouts of his teammates who were fighting with him.

At this time, his hands shifted, and he slammed the corpse buried in the heavy snow on his back, rushed towards the dragon wall, took out the prepared hedrons, and then slammed them against the wall.

Airplanes!

The hedron shattered, and the light that emanated in a split second illuminated the piece. Obviously, this is something that has been prepared, and whenever this light appears, the soldiers above will notice it, and then pick up the soldiers below.

And when the light emitted by this hedron shone on the figures nailed to the wall, the soldier froze.

It's a miserable portrait of a few people, because it's not the scenery that's decorating, it's the corpses, not paint, it's blood...