"As you can see, my king, these damned undead will not be able to climb the precipitous storm cliffs, and the power of the Wrathful Lord will be the hammer of life, smashing the shelves that try to overtake the skeletons."

Standing at the front of the Frost Fortress, the towering figure ignored the storm swept by the gale, and its eyes were like frost that had not changed for thousands of years, seeing through the darkness and facing the army of the undead who were still tirelessly charging downward.

The low temperature can freeze the skin and joints of the skeleton's movement, weakening the combat effectiveness of the undead army as much as possible, but the undead will not give up their plans to attack because of this factor.

Zombies and skeletons pulled out their bone knives and struggled into the ice to climb up against the wind, they dodged the penetration of ice spears one by one, and they were about to reach the top, but they didn't expect to be followed by a huge ice ball, free falling against the cliff.

A large number of undead spirits were smashed to pieces, and the continuous sound of bone cracking could not completely hide even the howling wind and snow.

Winter's cold gaze looked at the location of the shadow mist, which had a special magical power that blocked his vision.

The mist is equivalent to the cradle of the birth of the undead, and he knows that only by killing the rulers of the undead legion and clearing the fog can he prevent the undead from being continuously created, and at that time can he turn the passive into the active and start to fight back!

……

In the shadow fog behind, the phosphorus fire is faint, and the light in the field is bright and dark, occasionally reflecting the hideous faces of skeletons and strange soul fires, which can't help but be creepy, and the air is filled with a calm atmosphere.

Where dark magic is abundant, the necromancer Marzaha stares at the crystal ball in his hand, and the situation on the frontline battlefield is unobstructed.

(Note: Marzaha is the necromancer sent to the ice fields by Icares, and the one who captured Samoyed, Chapter 412)

The shriveled and emaciated body was hidden beneath the red robes, and the black magic around it surged rapidly, resounding like a ghost.

Obviously, he was in a bad mood at the moment.

With an attack like this, it is estimated that even if all the undead are emptied, they will not be able to attack the Storm Cliffs.

However, before leaving Kazarin, Marzaha issued a military order to the Undead Lord, which would include the endless ice fields west of the Winter Mountains into the realm of the undead.

Right now, the frost giants are desperately resisting, and the attacks of the low-level undead have little effect. If this continues, we will not be able to see the dawn of victory in the war.

Beside Malzaha lay a huge corpse dragon, with only a faint cluster of soul fire beating slowly in its huge eye sockets.

A cold and obscure voice sounded from under the red robe, and the content of the words made the soul fire of countless undead creatures beat violently.

"I feel the breath of the Grand Duke, and He is coming."

Marzaha looked at all the high-ranking undead who had gathered.

"What I didn't expect is that a cliff alone will stop you, and in any case, we must take this high ground before the Grand Duke arrives! Unless, you want to disgrace the Grand Duke! ”

A death knight riding a tall skeletal war horse, looking at the cliff not far away, his body burning with black soul fire, and the blizzard that was wantonly set off was melted before it could get close.

The armor full of age rubbed against each other and made a sound, and he said, "Inspector, the frost giants have pressed the entire Winter Legion here, and it may be difficult to blindly attack ......"

The leaky jaw suddenly stopped making a sound, because it found that the red-robed wizard was turning his head to look at him, and the surging necromantic magic around it made the soul fire in its skull sense the danger and subconsciously shut its mouth.

Besides, he may be annihilated by the Inspector on the spot with powerful black magic to extinguish the soul fire, which has not happened before.

"Nicholas, you know very well that the way to advance the undead is not easy, you started as an unintelligent skeleton, it took a whole thousand years to get to your current status, and the next step is legendary, do you want to go through this process again?"

Marzaha said sadly, "As long as you nod your head, I don't mind sending you back to the necropolis right now!" ”

Death Knight Rin, although the undead are not afraid of death, but that is only for low-level undead, with his current strength, he has already opened his own independent consciousness, in other words, they are already special lifeforms that are different from flesh and blood life.

Death will also dissipate their soul fire, and even if they are resurrected in the Necropolis, the new consciousness will not be him.

"Inspector, give the order, I will lead the charge, drink the blood, and let the shadows and fog fill every corner of the glacier!" The red eyes flowed with bloodthirsty longing.

The red-robed wizard snorted coldly and stopped looking at him, turned his head to look at the dragon beside him and made a sound:

"Dunaville, wake up those dead frost giants and pile up all the high-level undead in one go, even if these frost giants have obtained the gift of the gods, the cannon fodder will make their strength almost exhausted."

"If you can't beat it like this, you don't need the Grand Duke to take action, all the garbage will simply die!"

As the words fell, it was like a giant dragon opening its vertical pupils and waking up, and the crimson soul fire quickly expanded and filled the entire eye socket.

The corpse dragon trembled, trampled on countless bones, and slowly spread its tattered dragon wings, exuding a power no less than the legendary ancient dragon.

It glanced back at the red-robed wizard, and a dragon roar rang out, and the power of black magic spread out from its body! The ice cracked, and hundreds of frost giants collectively opened their eyes with a terrifying aura, crawling out of the cracks, their eyes filled with soul fire, staring at the frost giants on the top of the mountain, and a low roar like a beast echoed in their throats.

The corpse dragon raised his head, and the red-robed wizard soared into the air and fell to the dragon's head to stand, he held the white bone scepter high and let out a scream, the soul ripples generated by the black magic spread out, and the entire sea of skeletons and bones rioted in an instant!

"We have been trapped in the realm of the undead for tens of thousands of years, and now the time has come, the glacier is just the first stop, occupy this cliff, and the Grand Duke will lead us to conquer the whole world!"

The white bone scepter in Mahazaha's hand emitted a cold light: "For His Majesty Ikales, the undead legion will win!" ”

In the mist of shadows, countless crimson soul fires roared in response.

"For the Grand Duke of the Dead—"

"The Legion of the Undead will win—"

"Attack!"

The red-robed wizard harnessed the bone dragon to rise from the darkness with a roar, wrapped in a rich necromantic magic, and swept across the sky and charged the frost fortress ahead.

"After this battle, the Endless Ice Plain will belong to the undead!"