It was dawn and dark, and night fell again. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The nights in the Northland are especially cold, and a mouthful of spit can condense when it falls on the ground.

The night in the Northland was even more deadly, and all that could be heard was the howling cold wind.

Tonight, though, in the North is different.

With the buzzing sound of the ground coming first, columns of rushing hoplites appeared on the horizon, followed by phalanx after phalanx of infantry.

A full 50,000 soldiers marching in the wind and snow, the fierce and vigorous heroic posture, the scorching and surging fighting spirit, and the strength and blood that burst out, even the wind and snow had to bow down, and even fear.

There is no doubt that this is a brave and fearless iron-blooded army, and it is also an invincible army.

The one who can train such a group of battlefield butchers will naturally only be a more murderous madman.

And such a madman, there is only one person in the whole world, and that is the woman named Estes who is galloping at the forefront of the army at this moment.

"It's finally here......"

Blast spat out the smoke, flicked his fingers away from the cigarette butts, and slowly stood up.

Then, he stretched out the exquisite black umbrella in his hand, which looked like a handicraft, and walked slowly along the majestic mountain road to meet the attacking army......

Stillness and movement.

Slow and fast.

A single shadow with an army of 50,000.

Such a palpitating and strange scene, combined with the cold background of 'under the vast night, the cold wind blows and the snow falls', instantly renders a breathtaking majesty and tragedy.

800 meters -

600 meters -

300 meters -

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer, and each other is clearly reflected in each other's eyes.

Against the backdrop of the ice and snow, the night is not a black light, and as an absolute powerhouse, whether it is Hurricane or Estes, the breadth of vision and the sensitivity of perception are far beyond what people can imagine.

Gorgeous silver-blue long hair, deep ice blue eyes, delicate and perfect facial features, queen-shaped melon seed face, crystal white skin, proud figure, domineering side exposed powerful aura, cold and awe-inspiring fanatical battle intent.

This is Estes, this is the strongest in the empire, the whole person inside and out, all the time, exudes a piercing supreme beauty, conveying the infinite charm that seduces people's souls.

When the wind stared at the other party, the other party naturally stared at him as well.

The courage of the comer, who was not good, and who dared to face her alone and with a smile on his face, Estes and his army of 50,000 unequaled, was worthy of praise.

As a compliment to these fearless, Estes was determined to use a torrent of iron and blood to completely trample the bones of the other party.

Because of this, Estes obviously had no intention of stopping, and still led the army to crush in a straight line.

"What a fierce army, then your blood and lives are here to sacrifice the debut of 'Eternal Doom', at least not to dishonor my magic spear."

In front of him, thousands of troops and horses rushed wildly, rolling up the unparalleled scene of destroying the withering and decaying killing intent, stimulating the wind of being a vampire, and the originally cool qi and blood in the body began to heat up.

The next second, he let go of the umbrella in his hand.

The cold wind whistled by, and the umbrella was swept into the air in an instant, and the umbrella handle, umbrella bone, umbrella surface, umbrella cover, etc. were all raging.

And the whole person of the wind also changed suddenly, and his feet slammed on the ground, like a salmon jumping over the dragon gate, and suddenly jumped backwards, more than 100 meters above the ground.

At the same time, the parts of the umbrella that had been destroyed by the cold wind suddenly fused together on their own, and they were about to become a blood-colored spear of more than three meters, which was the "Spear of Deaththorn" inherited by the Shadow Country.

Like a match made in heaven, the Spear of Deaththorn landed steadily in his hand as the wind leaped to its highest point.

With the magic spear in hand, Blizzle's entire body was twisted into a hemp rope and began to charge frantically.

The power of the body, the power of the spirit, the power of the will, the power of magic...... All of them were condensed on the magic spear between the breaths, making the magic spear seem to be burning, surrounded by a rich and almost condensed black ** flame.

“Gae――Bolg！”

With a roar, the wind finally freed the terrifying and ominous force, and threw it towards the oncoming peerless army with all his might.

The "Spear of Deaththorn" is originally a spear for throwing, and this move is the correct way to use, and when combined with the unique salmon jump, it is an attack on the ground from a high place.

Aside from the master craftsman, the guy who played this trick the most was the Irish hero "Child of Light" Cú Chulainn, and even became the strongest blow he relied on to become famous, and thus sublimated into the [Piercing Death Lance] of the Noble Phantasm.

Unlike the Enemy Treasure [Piercing Death Thorn Spear], it is not the same as reversing cause and effect to achieve the hit rate of piercing the opponent's heart; [Piercing Death Shot] focuses more on destructive power, directly causing a wide-area strike like carpet bombing, and its power is like a burst bomb, which can bombard an army in one fell swoop.

Moreover, as long as Cúchulainn locks on and performs this move, even if the opponent has a strong wall, or dodges briskly, or even blocks or dodges, the shot will still fly towards the target again until it penetrates the target.

The only way to defend against this gun is to create a wall with a higher mana than this gun, or not to allow Cú Chulainn to use it, otherwise it will be impossible to dodge.

Hurricane doesn't have the concept bonus of "no matter how the opponent dodges, he can penetrate the opponent", but the magic spear he throws is definitely far superior to Cúchulainn in the state of being a servant in terms of pure lethality.

"—Herod!"

At the moment when the wind threw the magic spear, Estes suddenly changed color, immediately raised his left hand to signal the whole army to stop, and directly restrained the galloping war horse.

The army behind them, although they did not know why, but the prohibition of the order was an iron law engraved in their bones, so after hearing the herald blow the horn to stand by on the spot, all of them stopped their steps and horses at the first time.

From a glimpse of the whole leopard, the quality of the entire army was also revealed at this moment.

At this moment, Estes had already focused all his attention on the wind in the air in the distance.

She keenly sensed the huge and ominous power contained in the magic spear in the other party's hand, and a familiar but unfamiliar feeling suddenly arose in her heart.

Familiar, because once upon a time there were.

It's strange because it hasn't been for many years.

Because the last time I felt this way seemed to have been when she was eight years old.

Yes, this feeling is the inspiration of danger.

The young man in front of her made her feel the threat and danger she hadn't seen for a long time.

Interesting, so funny.

Estes resolutely followed his instincts, and waved his hand directly forward while raising his hand to order the whole army to stop.

Then, a huge wall made entirely of ice condensed rose straight in front of the army, blocking the path of the magic spear......

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