Gary fell to his knees and wept silently.

He leaned over, his cheek against the barren and hard frozen soil, and kissed the withered grass on the tundra inch by inch, like a farmer kissing the most fertile land, with great reverence.

Tears flowed down his face and chin like a spring, and Gary pressed one hand to the bulging bag under his chest clothes, his lips trembling and sobbing, as if he were talking to someone.

Lin An frowned deeply at the noisy but calm military camp in the distance.

Located in the middle of the Rhone River, the main trunk of the Sana'a River, this military camp is a natural obstacle to the army of ice and snow undead.

Only a few people know that the presidential headquarters of the Northern Front, which has been erratic and constantly changing since the evacuation of Gaunt, is currently located here.

……

Lin An and Titi came out of the Tower of Babel half a month ago.

As soon as she came out, she contacted everyone through the Ring of Artemis.

If he hadn't personally crossed the ice field, Lin An couldn't imagine how far the current ice field undead army had developed.

Since the place of entry and exit is the same, it can be said that Lin An and Titi were surrounded by an army of the undead as soon as they left the Tower of Babel.

That location is also within the range of the Battle of Legends before Hades the Great.

Although with the intensity of that legendary battle, it has been unprecedented in the past thousand years, even the Mapei Fortress has been completely razed to the ground, and even the original foundation has completely disappeared, regardless of whether there were living demons nearby at that time, but there will never be a living mouth left afterwards to inform the demons of what happened.

The desperate battle between the legends has changed the landscape for hundreds of miles, and even the laws of nature have been distorted.

These changes are difficult to undo, just like a land that has been bombed by nuclear weapons, which can only be smoothed out little by little by nature and time.

Even after Lin An entered the Tower of Babel and came out after more than half a month, he could still see a lot of demon-free areas and elemental disorder areas.

These areas of distortion of elements and laws have caused a strange scene of ice and fire, wind and thunder coexisting on the ice field.

As for the huge glacial rifts and volcanoes left behind by the destructive power of the fierce battle, it is even more predictable that they will not disappear from the surface of the ice sheet at least in a hundred or even a thousand years.

Even more terrifying are some extremely rare demon-free zones.

All the places where the demon-free zone appears should be the place where the legendary battle was most intense.

Lin An speculated that the huge amount of energy released in the battle was too concentrated, creating a concave singularity in the elemental realm that coincided with the main matter plane.

This singularity, which is not common in the elemental world, resembles an elemental white hole, spewing out elements almost endlessly.

Due to the strong repulsion of the white hole, the area near this singularity has formed a demon-free area due to the excessive speed of the elements, while outside the demon-free area, due to the concentration of elements, a terrifying elemental disorder area has been formed.

These invisible singularities in the elemental realm, which coincide with the main plane of matter, can be said to be rare, or they are not rare.

Rare because these singularities are man-made;

It is not uncommon, because the essence of all demon sources is the manifestation of the Elemental Realm White Hole of similar nature in the main material plane.

It can be said that the battle between Hades the Great and several demon legends has created multiple demon sources, artificially increasing the speed of elemental tidal return.

Of course, compared with the number of natural demon sources, these demon sources are not stable, and the increase in proportion is less than 1/10,000 of the total amount.

However, the total amount is relative to the entire Krell plane, but within a radius of hundreds of miles from the ice field, it is conceivable that it will take a hundred years for the elemental disorder and the distortion of the law to subside.

Before that, the Demon-Free Zone was an invisible killer on the ice field.

Lin An once saw from afar a huge ice and snow undead like an iceberg walking to the edge of a demon-free area, without warning, shattering his bones with a bang, and disappearing in an instant!

From then on, Lin An hid from the area where no undead entered, even if following the path infested by the undead would increase the chance of being discovered, it was better than encountering a demon-free area.

Due to some predictions in advance, there was no strong movement and sound and light effects in the process of leaving the Tower of Babel, although Lin An and the others appeared in the area searched by the undead army as soon as they landed, but Lin An directly submerged into the ground and was not discovered.

As long as it's deep enough, it's certainly safer underground than it is on the surface.

However, Lin An intended to listen to the movements of the demon clan and the undead army, unless necessary, most of them walked on the surface, trying to avoid the demon powerhouses and the undead of the large army.

Although none of the demons could see the legendary battle with their own eyes—or that all those who saw it were dead—the desolation and vicissitudes of the ice field were enough to tell the demons what kind of fierce battles had taken place here.

Presumably, the Ice Plains Demon Clan had also discovered that their ancestors had all disappeared, but whether they had all fallen, Lin An couldn't be sure.

But Lin An found that there were one or two volcanoes and the bottom of the largest glacial rift, and there were an exceptionally large number of undead searching for them, which was simply all over the mountains, and there was one ice and snow undead distributed in almost ten steps, so dense that Lin An couldn't get close to investigate there unless he alarmed the entire army of undead.

Lin An deduced from this:

Some of those legends of the Icefield Demon Clan have fallen, and there is more than one.

The most optimistic estimate is that all of them may have fallen;

Even if not all of them fell, they were seriously injured, and it was difficult to fight again in a short period of time.

This is Terran's chance!

For two thousand years, keeping the last spark of the Ice Plains Demon Race, making it impossible for the human race to cross a single step north of the Holy Mountain, and even prompting the Demon Undead Army to dare to wave their troops south to step out of the ice field, is at its weakest time-

Even, it's gone!

When Lin An was sure of this, she looked at the tens of thousands of ice and snow undead who were searching all over the mountains, and for the first time her heart rose not heaviness, but excitement!

She immediately reported the news to Sù Lanster.

The Terran counterattack is here!

Thinking of the advice that Ye Si and the five guards told her before leaving the Tower of Babel, Lin An knew that this would also be the most critical and final chance for the Terran to decide the fate of the Terran!

Driving the Icefield demons back to the Icefield is only the first step.

The dilemma that the Muse Continent is about to face is far deeper than this matter, and it cannot be delayed.

It is not enough for the army on the northern front to move, this news must be told to the people who can really decide the future fate of the human race.

For this reason, she even put aside the matter of seeking a place to retreat and advance immediately after leaving the Tower of Babel, went underground, and headed south at full speed, leaving the ice field as fast as possible.

Time waits for no man!

But what does Lin An see now!

There are no elite soldiers waiting to recuperate, no howls of wolf riders ready to go into battle, no servants busy transporting and preparing logistics, no banners that represent the imminent unraveling......

The huge 10,000-strong barracks were as calm as the river flowing outside the barracks.

Dozens of gray smoke rose over the barracks.

On the hills, Lin An frowned deeply.

……

Lancet lifted the curtain and walked out.

The shoddy curtains rattled and rattled, and the sound of arguing and slapping tables came from the camp behind them.

Outside the tent, a shirtless middle-aged swordsman glanced in this direction and withdrew his gaze.

"Majesty!"

Except for the middle-aged sword master, no one could get close to the big tent, which seemed to be indistinguishable from the surrounding tents, and even Randster's attendant, Jiham, could only stand far away, waiting for Randster to come over, bow down, and present a small gold box with gold and cigars.

Cigars are a type of tobacco that has only recently come from the south, and somehow it has gradually become popular among high society. Since his accession to the throne, Lancet has never liked luxury, but he has also unwittingly developed the habit of smoking cigars.

In the barracks of the Northern Front, more than ninety percent of the aristocratic officers had the habit of smoking.

In the barracks, the noble officers could eat light meals and live in criminate tents, but the days without cigars were unbearable for a day.

If someone lifts the curtain of the tent behind him and walks in, it is likely that he will be immediately driven out by the smoke inside, or fainted by the smell of the smoke.

Lancet just came out to breathe.

There are no formalities and clichés in lengthy meetings.

In order to save time, all unnecessary formal steps are reduced and removed.

Even so, the military intelligence, tactical reports, and sand table exercises that were gathered from all over the place made the military meetings of the high command run from morning to night, day and night.

Except for the secret migration of the High Command, any time you walk in, you can see that the military meeting is still going on in smoke and fog.

The participants rotated batch after batch.

From time to time, tired and sleepy or fainting officers were carried out, and energetic or tired officers entered, and the tent consumed half a case of luxury cigarettes, including cigars, every day.

Order after order was issued from this tent and sent to all parts of the tundra in Sana'a, deciding the fate of millions of troops on the northern front, and the number of soldiers and civilians who were much larger.

Almost a year has passed since Ranster had spent such days.

From hope to disappointment, from being expected indefinitely to being burdened with infamy, the northern front is silent, brewing, and waiting from top to bottom.

The cigar slowly shortened in half in the pale white smoke, and there was movement behind him, and the footsteps gradually came to the side.

Ranster looked sideways and saw that it was Crown Prince Meryl.

The front buttons of his military uniform were opened three times, revealing the shirt collar stained with yellow tea stains inside, and from the appearance alone, outsiders could not tell that this man in an ordinary officer's uniform, with bloodshot eyes and stubble on his face was actually the crown prince of a country.

The crown prince picked a cigar in the box and cut off his head with his own hands.

Igniting the fire, he took a deep breath, the smoke ran down his throat, lingered in his lungs, erupted from his nose, dissipated into the air, and the crown prince sighed comfortably.

"On a day like this, I don't know when it's a head."

"It's coming." Lancet said.

"So confident?"

"Hmm."

The conversation is brief.

But some exchanges do not require long words, only a tacit understanding.

The attendants had long since retreated far to the side, and in their line of sight, the rulers of the two countries stood side by side, smoking cigars with expressionless faces, without making eye contact.

In the smoke, they squinted, as if they were thinking, as if they were simply enjoying their free time.

After a long silence, probably after the cigarette was finished, the crown prince nodded:

"I see."

It seemed a little cold, he dropped the small half of the cigarette tail, straightened his neckline, and turned to leave.

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