Seeing off Prince Schmidt and his entourage, the time of Alpine Fort passed like a river in a calm wave.

The people are still reeling from the recent victory, because news of the dead is currently only circulating among the top leaders of various countries. In reality, however, a series of military cooperation meetings have already begun to be held in secret.

However, Prince Schmidt was frustrated that there was little more to achieve than any breakthrough at the moment.

Perhaps humans are one such animal, and when the catastrophe really comes, they can show the most heroic and sacrificial spirit that is enough to make the gods look sideways. But as long as the situation is not serious to that point, he will always stick to his own one-third of an acre, selfish and short-sighted to the point of being disgusting.

It is said that there is still a popular argument that once well prepared, with the power and magic that humanity has developed to this day, it is absolutely impossible to deal with the undead.

That being the case, countries under threat should not seek too much assistance, otherwise what is the difference between blackmail and blackmail?

This theory is very marketable among small countries, because judging from the location distribution of known spatial rifts, the three brothers Pompeii, San Jose, and the Mage Free State are the unlucky ones who should not be called the earth and the earth.

Anyway, when the sky falls, there are tall people on top, and this is the idea hidden in the hearts of many small countries.

Prince Schmidt, who was in charge of foreign affairs, was so angry that he and the lord of Alpine Fort vomited bitterness in the communication magic stone, and he almost scolded like a ruffian.

"If Pompey didn't have to worry about suffering at all, would Pompey take the initiative to help?" Richard couldn't help but wonder.

"San Jose is so good that Fu Minfeng still needs our support, why doesn't he dream?" The former cavalry officer snorted coldly, vividly interpreting what a double standard is.

“......”

But all this has nothing to do with the Alpine Fort, training new soldiers, stockpiling jerky, forging armaments, all in an orderly manner.

Time passed, and the climate became hotter and hotter, but it made the god stick frost giant named Barry show his hand.

His talent Frost Spell is at a very low level, but it's more than enough to make a cold drink. This product is also very good at this, mixed with cream and egg yolk with a little sugar and refrigerated, the finished product has a dense and rich taste, and it is quickly sought after and popular throughout the mountain castle.

The lord looked at Anne, who was wearing sunglasses with milk tea in one hand and ice cream in the other, and was almost unable to tell where she was in a trance.

As for the crying bag next to her, who was wearing a bohemian dress and permed her big wavy curly hair, it was even more feminine and eye-catching.

"You're going to enjoy it. Richard put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked cool.

The two of them set up a reed shed in a secluded part of the river beach, and one of them occupied a chaise longue and roamed leisurely, eating snacks in the breeze to cool off.

"Fortunately, Vera is a clergy who adheres to the rules and does not mix with you and is willing to fall. He stared at the ** exposed between Elizabeth's skirt without a trace, white and slender, and swallowed saliva with a "grunt".

"Ah, Richard, you call me?" A delicate goose-egg face peeked out from the innermost part of the hut, it was Vera.

“......”

"Do you want to blow the river breeze together? It's cool and comfortable. Anne hooked her sunglasses to the tip of her nose, and her eyes curled into crescents with a smile.

"Troops, the ground is shaking. Elizabeth suddenly sprang to her feet.

"Hmm. Richard also saw ripples on the calm water.

............

The tranquility of the Alpine Fort was shattered suddenly.

The tremors of the ground were becoming more pronounced with the passage of time, as if the hammer was beating for its life. The same is true of the large-scale wilderness migration of antelope herds each autumn, but at the moment the season is clearly not right.

The sentry quickly noticed the anomaly and shouted a hoarse warning cry.

The Shire warriors who were on duty quickly assembled, brandishing axes and guns.

Richard flew into the air and immediately locked onto his target—it was too conspicuous.

"It's Chief Setos. Easily disarming the alarm, he took the initiative to fly over, "Good day, my good chief, what is the wind that blew you here?"

I said...... Big... Something is wrong!" The giant man held his knees and panted, his big bald scoop wet and covered with sweat, leaving a series of huge footprints behind him.

When Richard first saw him, Setos was running wildly, like an ordinary person being chased by a tiger.

But with the size of the giant, even if all his magical abilities were sealed by the Titans, there would be no creature in the wilderness that could pose a threat to him.

"Just as elephants fear mice, what unknown predators does the Iron Lord have?" he asked, smiling, standing at eye level with Setos.

"Suddenly a few Titan messengers have come to the Great Twilight Forest!"

With Setos's words, the lord's relaxed mind vanished, and his blood instantly cooled into ice slag. His eyes froze suddenly, and he couldn't help but shout, "What!"

From the first time he passed through the spatial rift, as the exchanges between the military, the economy and even the people's livelihood became more and more deep, the mountain fort also used the twilight forest as its own back garden, and it was easy to enter and exit.

Usually there will be trained warriors, salted meat lords, and coachmen. What's more, in order to ensure traffic, Chiqiu, a little who can't be discovered by the Titans, is also stationed!

Of course, Richard knew that the Great Forest of Twilight was within the Evil Titan's sphere of influence, but it was not for nothing that he was defenseless.

According to Chief Setos, the Titans have been too lazy to take care of the Iron Giants for thousands of years since they went into self-exile!

And the Sand Spider and the Source Blood Pool are completely an inexhaustible treasure trove for the High Mountain Castle. For anyone, it is impossible for him to give up the huge benefits at his fingertips in order to prevent a small probability event that has not happened for thousands of years.

"It's all over. Richard sighed.

As the saying goes, if you walk too much at night, you will always encounter the undead, and if you always have a fluke mentality, it is really only a matter of time before something happens.

Now the point is to see how serious the consequences will be, and perhaps the entire Great Twilight Forest has been reduced to ruins, leaving only Chief Setos himself to flee to the Alpine Castle alone.

Lord Lord now only hopes that Qiqiu Ke will be clever and not fall into the hands of the Titans, otherwise he will be the number one sinner in the Pan Continent through the ages.

"It's not over... Don't scare yourself. The Iron King finally straightened his breath, waved his hand and said, "There are no flaws at all, I'm here to give you a heads-up." ”

"I said, can you finish all at once?" Richard's heart fell from his throat back into his stomach.

"But it shouldn't. His face was full of suspicion, "There are so many people in the Great Forest of Twilight, all of whom are of different races, how can they not be discovered?