The wind and snow could not hide the sad sound mixed with it, and at the end of the snowfield, in the direction of the weeping abyss, there was a miserable cry.

"Red Dragon, what's that sound?"

On the back of the ancient black dragon lich, Icales asked in a voice, with his knowledge, he could naturally hear that this was the dragon's groan, but the subtleties could not distinguish the specific meaning.

Izawa glanced back at the white dragon that fell half of his body behind, this guy has been very happy along the way since he activated the true dragon bloodline and awakened to become a true dragon, but since he stepped into the ice field, he suddenly became silent.

"Master, in the true dragon inheritance, this is the unique dragon groan of the white dragon, it is the dragon's wail, one after another, just now, I don't know how many white dragons died, and the remnants of the dragon's souls have nowhere to go, enduring the pain, wandering in this ice field."

Samoyed said miserably, she could feel the oppression and dullness in the air, and the constant death of her compatriots made her extremely sad.

"It's a sacrifice."

The golden soul fire in Icales' eye sockets suddenly shone as brightly as the scorching sun, and he felt unusual fluctuations in the flying snowstorm.

"At this juncture, it is impossible for a large-scale dragon slaying event to occur except for sacrifice."

Izawa's red-gold vertical pupils gradually contracted, and his voice was like the cold of the abyss, with a strong killing intent.

"It seems that the god feels threatened and wants to communicate with the god of frost giants by sacrificing a large number of white dragons, obtain divine power, and then win this war."

Just as Ize's words fell, an inexplicable divine power converged, and a huge projection of divine power occupied almost the entire sky in front of him.

Icares looked up and stared at the vague outlines of the sky, surrounded by extremely cold realms that seemed to be frozen space, and the chaos and ominousness that belonged to the bottomless abyss.

The Undead Grand Duke couldn't help but sneer: "What kind of frost giant god, it turns out to be nothing more than a demon lord!" ”

Izawa squinted his red golden vertical pupils, found the relevant person from the memory of the True Dragon Inheritance, and asked angrily: "Is it the Demon Lord Koschage who lives on the 23rd floor of the Bottomless Abyss?" ”

"That's right."

Icares nodded: "So, that so-called god is nothing more than a fallen frost giant!" Sacrifice souls in exchange for power to demon lords. ”

"In that case, let's slaughter it. Demon Lord? I don't know how to compare it to the true God? ”

Izawa grinned, revealing his breathtaking fangs, now that he knew the details of the other party, even the last trace of jealousy disappeared without a trace.

He wasn't even afraid of several True Gods joining forces, how could he be afraid of a Frost Giant believer who was willing to fall now?!

The manifestation time of the projection of divine power was not long, and at the moment when the blurred outline was about to dissipate, Izawa keenly felt the inclination of his inexplicable gaze.

Izawa's pupils were filled with coldness.

"Samoyed, continue to lead the way!"

……

Storm Cliffs, nestled between the peaks, are covered in snow and ice all year round, with fierce winds and treacherous terrain, and a fissured ice field below.

Obviously, this is already the hinterland of the endless ice field, and if you continue to climb the cliff composed of a stretch of snow-capped peaks in front of you, you can reach the extreme west of southern Xinjiang, where the legendary Wailing Abyss is located.

And now, the roaring wind and snow have long been replaced by the sound of earth-shattering fighting.

Earlier, Icares had ordered the undead army to move out from the Kazarin nest to sweep across the entire southern frontier, and some of the undead army crossed the Winter Mountains to invade the ice field, intending to include all the ferocious ice and snow creatures in the undead formation.

The harsh climate of the ice fields could not stop the undead in their tracks, and the shadow fog spread uncontrollably.

The ice creatures, led by the Frost Giants, were defeated by the undead who were not afraid of death, and lost a large number of corpses and strongholds, before finally gaining a foothold in the Storm Cliffs.

The ice edges are smooth and torn by storms, and there are not only frost fortresses but also glacial crevasses between the snowy peaks, and the slightest mistake will lead you to an abyss from which you will never recover, and you must always face the frost magic of ice creatures as you climb.

However, this treacherous terrain does not make the undead legions fearful.

Don't say it's broken bones, even if they are completely annihilated, it will not make this group of undead creatures have the slightest hesitation and hesitation, sealed in the realm of the undead for countless years, their thirst for blood and life, like the most greedy vampires, can never be satisfied.

And so, the war broke out completely!

Under the command of the necromancer, in the face of the almost insurmountable snowy peaks, the undead legion relied on its endless numerical superiority and had no tactics to speak of, and charged straight up, simple and rude.

If there is a glacial cressure in front of them, they fill it with corpses, and in the face of a cliff where there is nowhere to focus, they step on a mountain of dry bones and climb upward. However, they must always face the ice spear condensed by frost magic, which is enough to penetrate the ice!

It's huge, but it's not deadly!

Unless a single blow extinguishes the soul fire in the undead's eye sockets, the scattered bones will reunite and continue to charge higher.

The undead army charges 24 hours a day, and necromantic magic blooms in every corner of the Storm Cliffs.

In the gray and dim shadow mist, the abandoned bones regain their faint soul fire here, becoming the new undead, feeding the roaring army of the undead.

On other battlefields, the Undead Knights control bone dragons, bone griffins, undead eagles, etc., overcoming the effects of blizzard winds and launching attacks from the sky.

However, the enemies are all large ice creatures that do not have any advantage, and at any moment you can see the Frost Giants leap high, smash through the flying classes in the air with a single punch, and then crash into the sea of skeletons below, crushing countless undead.

The Frost Giants were not all useless pustules and fools who were able to rule over the icefield, and they knew that if the Storm Cliffs were lost, they would directly threaten the camp in the rear, and they would have no way out, and they would all be reduced to the blood of the undead army.

Only fight to the death!

As a result, with the Storm Cliff as a moat, it seems that despite the undead army's 24-hour non-stop attacks, it seems that it will not be able to capture this high ground in a short period of time as before.

The battle situation fell into a stalemate for a while.

……

ps1: Recently, I was angry by the "Regulations on Permanent Residence of Foreigners", MGLB's, it's 0202, and there is still a talk of marriage, and people who don't know the situation can go to Weibo or Zhihu to see the "Regulations on Permanent Residence of Foreigners".

PS2: EMMMMM, it is said that if you don't update it today, you will have to wait another four years next time?