The strength of twenty divisions, and it is an extremely powerful lightning division in Winter, and the soldiers of Winter, who were handpicked by Ai Qiwen to the battlefield, are all proud and proud.

I'm going to fuck those Freljord's turtle sons again.

Although the Ancient Porcupine Knights did not participate in the battle, the pony legion wearing the rough hilt and the elite infantry sitting on skateboards and being dragged by snow wolves created a majestic picture under the ice and snow.

The next four days will see unusually heavy snowfall.

The snowflakes are constantly swept up by the howling hurricane, and the vast land seems to sweep up the boundless snow waves.

The black and oppressive Winter Legion completely crushed the tranquility of the snowfield, and the terrible slaughter mixed with the unparalleled shock was quietly staged in front of the Mator defense line.

"Suddenly, suddenly!"

Just as the snow was being clamor for the fury of winter, green heads with flat heads and pointed mouths emerged from the shallow snow near the Martol swamp.

"The earth is trembling."

A lizardman plucked out his ears with a determined look.

"Many, many enemies ......"

More lizardfolk emerge from the snow.

"Inform Lord Chenison!"

The snow made more and more sudden noises, and the commander had said that the delicate body of the lizardmen could not compete with the winter cavalry in the snow, and only in the Marthol swamp was the natural killing place of the lizardmen.

The more than 5,000 lizardmen who were lying in ambush on the front line, like green snakes in the snow, retreated to the Mator defense line in a hurry.

Because of the heavy snow, Ai Qiwen's march speed has become sluggish.

Originally, with the speed of the Lightning Division, it would be able to reach the Mator defense line in three hours, but it was forcibly delayed for at least two hours, which left plenty of time for the Matoll defense line to prepare!

The military information from the Matoer defense line was fiercely held in the palm of Wu Wenxu's hand.

"Brother-in-law, you're right, the Winter Army is indeed attacking today."

Rommel Linglong smiled and dropped the last chess piece, but crossed his hands and said calmly: "Clean up, the first game is the home of the lizardmen, and we can't be idle." ”

"Aha!"

Seeing the lord stand up, the Bearren Commander behind him, Bo Sidton, suddenly beat his chest twice violently.

"An army of 50,000 bears is on standby."

"The army of 100,000 Ice Sects is ready to go."

The big fat man Grand, who had already broken through the cultivation of the tenth-order magus, curled a sinister smile at the corner of his lips.

"The 20,000 assassination light brigade has been arranged to disperse near the Mator defense line, and not a single fish will be spared."

Ruiwen's former right-hand man 'Charm Fox' Hu Qing'er has now become the leader of the assassination legion carefully cultivated by Wu Wenxu.

"Good!"

This time, the lord personally put on the Hell Flame Armor forged for him by Xiao Ai.

Using thirty rune source forging, even with Xiao Ai, it took a hundred craftsmen to forge the crimson armor that took two years to create, even if it was a peak blow from the super magic master, it might not be able to penetrate it directly.

Cursed Ice Field's unparalleled mineral resources, destined to shock the world!

"The Marshes of Matol are guarded by Yasuo, Ahri, and Chenison, and I am relieved that the two of you will follow me around the rear of Camp Winter, and snipe at the 300,000 enemy reinforcements that are coming from the direction of Stone Town."

"Although Emperor Yoo and the Thirteen White Knights are still cultivating on the Valoran Continent, you are also the top figures of the Cursed Ice Field, so we must win this battle, and we will win this battle!"

"I, Wu Wenxu, will definitely lead you to reign over Valoran, and let the name of the cursed ice field resound throughout this world!"

At this moment, the terrifying power of Wu Wenxu's thirteenth-order peak cultivation made the thick snow in the fortress melt because of this majestic roar.

"Our lord will win, and the ice field will win!"

"Our Lord Will Prevail, Ice Fields Will Prevail"

……

What could be more exciting than the Demon King going out on his own expedition?

Those A-class fugitives who admired Wu Wenxu's name and flocked from all over the world, at this time, listening to the words of the lord, they felt that their blood was burning, and they couldn't wait to help their filthy bodies now and dedicate themselves to the battlefield of fighting for the Demon King!

One-Eyed Grand Commander Chenison stood at the end of the Mator Line, his cane-like palm wet.

It sweated a lot, a lot, a lot of sweat.

As far as the eye can see, the stenching and deathly Marshes hides an army of 300,000 lizards.

Each lizardman is a warrior carefully selected from tens of millions of lizardmen, and they represent the supreme combat power of the lizardmen, and represent their dignity that has been discriminated against for thousands of years!

Yes, Chenison has a lot of self-esteem.

It is precisely this strong self-esteem that drives this weak lizardman to follow Wu Wenxu from beginning to end, and become the commander of the lizard people who leads millions of people to gallop through the ice field today.

Chenison deeply understands how heavy the burden is on his shoulders at this moment.

In this battle, the lord and the dragon marshal can be said to have bet all the defense lines of Mator on themselves, and it has been prepared to die, even if it fights to the last moment, even if it is buried in the Martol swamp, it will never let the miscellaneous people of winter survive!

Because, it's Chenison, the most loyal Chenison next to the lord!

……

Straddling the natural line of defense between the capital of King Freljord and the snowfields, the Marsh of Matol had appeared in Ai Qiwen's eyes.

The filthy swamps made her brown eyes shine even hotter.

It's finally here.

As long as she walked through this damn swamp one more, the last fortress in the Western Highlands would be in her pocket, and at that moment, her name would be rightfully resounding through the winter.

At that time, she believed that she would no longer be sarcastically called a celebrity next to the patriarch.

She hated this title so much, she Ai Qiwen also had an excellent talent for war, and she even planned that if she took the Western Highlands before dawn, she would take advantage of the situation to remove all the obstacles before the royal capital, and give the patriarch a big surprise.

"Commander, the brothers have traveled for five hours, and it has snowed heavily, and their bodies are slightly tired, should we arrange a rest for half an hour?"

"Refresh?"

Ai Qiwen laughed and said, "I didn't expect you, as the commander of the 15th Division, to say such stupid things. ”

"What is the meaning of Blitzkrieg?"

"I'm afraid that Freljord's gang of wastes are sleeping at the moment, we are resting at this moment, not obviously giving Freljord's soldiers time to prepare, fighting in the swamp, our cavalry advantage is gone!"

"Commander, the brothers are indeed tired, and I think that the Matoll Line Freljord will not give up easily, maybe a heavy ambush has been arranged in the swamp, and fighting with a tired body like ours will greatly reduce the combat strength."

"Commander of the 11th Division, even you don't listen to the orders of the commander?!"

Ai Qiwen's face was already gloomy to the extreme.

These guys, if they are facing the patriarch at this moment, do they dare to be so arrogant? They make it clear that they look down on themselves!

"Humph!"

Ai Qiwen snorted angrily: "This commander has made up his mind, Rinwinter doesn't need you grinding and chirping waste, if anyone dares to oppose it, it will be decided!" ”

"This ......"

The two division commanders looked at each other, but they didn't dare to say more, so they could only shake their heads with lamentation.

They looked at the swamp, at the turbid darkness that made their hearts rise with foreboding, and an inexplicable fear jumped in the depths of their eyes.