Bitmund, who had kept the Wanderers out of the gates and robbed them of their homeland, finally let out the most miserable wails in the midst of ice and fire.

The hundred-year-old wish is about to come to an end.

Wu Wenxu did not stop the followers who used almost brutal methods to slaughter the Ice Descendants of the Cretaceous Mountain, in fact, they needed a killing too much to release the depression in their hearts.

Wu Wenxu sat on a pile of scattered tents, his hands were stained with blood, he looked into the distance, his eyes were a little wandering, and the blood of the white cloth dripped into his fingers, which quickly mixed with the viscosity of the ground, and an even bloodier breath wafted in the air.

Just now, Joti Maple Missay and others were carried on a stretcher, all of them were seriously injured and could not wake up, and the one-eyed commander Chenison was the most unlucky, his body turned pink and purple, and the scales were all stripped naked.

Wu Wenxu couldn't imagine the pain, so he let the two guys who fell inside and outside the tent feel the most extreme nightmare in the world.

Two or three more iceborns who were scurrying around were smashed and deformed by the trolls, and then the iron rod swung hard, like a twisted lime, and large pieces of plasma burst up, clouding Wu Wenxu's clear and distant eyes.

Wu Wenxu blinked, and then stepped on the head of the ice descendant who had been skinned by himself, and walked to the other end of the road.

Many of these slaughtered Ice Breeders were still the ones who betrayed them at the beginning, and Wu Wenxu didn't know where they were, because they were incorporated into Bitmund, and their clothes were uniform.

Since it is unified......

In the mouth of the living, there is no need for the mouth of the Iceborn.

The campaign is coming to an end.

The ferocious exiles became more and more courageous, Wu Wenxu was unwilling to be lonely, and casually burned a few trembling ice descendants to ashes, stepping over the corpse pile of severed limbs, and there was no pity in his cold eyes.

From today on, Bitmund's boss will be called Wu Wenxu.

The lord of the Cursed Icefield Frontier is called Diablo!

A little over a month ago, everyone thought it was a joke for a man with only sixteen followers to proclaim himself a lord.

Indeed, Wu Wenxu also thinks it's funny.

Later, he tamed the lizardmen, causing the weak and lowly lizardmen to burst out with super combat power comparable to that of the Iceborn; Boldly demolished the Ice Descent camp in order to plunder and live; Rub the troll tribe with a hundred or so manpower and subdue the most unruly ice warriors.

The incredible legend walked step by step, until the demonic fire ignited the border of the ice field, so that within a radius of thousands of miles, no one knew about this demon lord who burned the plains like a spark!

In fact, Wu Wenxu really respects every one of his enemies.

I also pity them.

You say that they are idiots, they don't enjoy a good life, why do they have to fight against themselves when they are full?

All right.

Ruling the frontier for thousands of years, the Ice Descendant Law Enforcement Team, a symbol of absolute death, was killed by Lord Diablo at the hands of Lord Diablo.

Immediately after, the two supergiants of the Cursed Ice Field, the Ice Descendant, the Clan, and three more Tenth-Order Magi died.

To this day, even the lingering nightmare of the exiles on the border, the fortress of Bitmond has been shattered in the hands of men.

No one knows exactly how strong he is anymore, the only thing that is certain is that.

This man named Wu Wenxu is so outrageous!

"It's a sin to be strong."

Wu Wenxu watched in horror as the Snowman Knight swallowed the two Ice Descendants into his stomach with their heads and feet, and then Sun Dasheng's killing rod set off a large area of bloody rain, Bitmond Ice Clan's combat power is really good, and it can still support itself in the case of a sudden attack.

It's a pity that the weakness of the core strength is destined to be buried in the Chalk Mountain.

"You should be Lord Diablo, right?"

Wu Wenxu's jumping eyes suddenly erased a sparkling figure.

Wu Wenxu didn't speak, just quietly looked at this small and delicate girl who was born charming.

I don't know if it's because of illusion, Wu Wenxu always feels that the girl's body exhales a warm breath, that breath disturbs his spirit, staring at the girl for a long time, he will only feel that her beautiful face is becoming more and more pure, and the faint charm in the purity will almost make people crazy.

"What an interesting man."

The girl smiled sweetly, laughing so hard that her bones were soft.

As her bare hands rose lightly, her thin clothes suddenly revealed her white and jade-like wrists, and in her Su Hong brocade sleeves, there was a soft pink and sweet taste.

A mere sixth-level great magician, Hu Qing'er doesn't believe that he can resist the charm of his ninth-level great magician, if he controls this lord, I don't know how the lord will reward him?

Thinking of this, the girl smiled more and more sweetly, and saw that the man's deep eyes gradually revealed a look of intoxication and confusion, Hu Qing'er knew that he had fallen into the Tao, and couldn't help but hide his sleeves and pull the man to the Asaph tent.

Wu Wenxu seemed to be really delirious.

He was stiff as a stone, but his eyes were glazed and wide-glazed, and he looked at the girl's bare shoulders in a daze.

Seeing the man's obsessive eyes in his sluggishness, Hu Qing'er secretly felt funny, and deliberately pulled down the clothes that covered her shoulders, and then turned around, and Bai Xue'er lit the brocade clothes like a fire of enthusiasm, and Hu Qing'er clearly felt that the man's breathing intensified.

Men in the world are really the same.

She shook her head pitifully.

For seduction, Hu Qing'er is very confident, since his debut, no man has been able to wake up from his charm, not even Asaph, the lord of Bitmund.

Speaking of which, Hu Qing'er was very curious about the man in front of him, and in just four days, he won Bitmund with less than 10,000 troops!

The most important thing is that his vanguard is still weak, and even the lizardmen who are looked down upon by the Beast Spirit Walkers, if this is not a miracle, Hu Qing'er doesn't know how to call it a miracle.

Once a woman's curiosity rises, it really can't be stopped.

Fox Qing'er pulled the man down on the bed, and Asaph's body was lying in the corner by her, even though she had just killed her partner who had been with her for more than a year on this bed, she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Hu Qing'er looked at the man's face, and gradually frowned, he was not handsome, his beard was unkempt, and he didn't look very attractive, although Hu Qing'er was very dissatisfied with this man, he still frowned and faded the man's armor.

It took a lot of trouble to take off the blood-stained crimson heavy armor, because some of the blood was coagulated, and some of the blood was still sticky and swirling, Hu Qing'er became more and more disgusted with this man, and he hurt half of his little hands sticky.

Some cleanliness fox Qing'er smeared blood on the man's crumpled underwear, and two snow-white fox tails came out from under her buttocks, and fox Qing'er touched the fox tail with a complicated expression.

Eh, is there any way to sleep him for the sake of the task that the Lord has given him.

"Being able to sleep with my sister is a blessing that you have cultivated for three lifetimes."

Hu Qing'er sighed and took off the hairpin, the long black hair poured down like a waterfall, rolling on half of the picturesque side face, and a few strands of flexible hair naughtily drilled into Wu Wenxu's ears, itchy and indescribably comfortable.

"Yo-yo, even Lao Tzu dares to sleep, little ****, the courage is not small!"

"Ahh

Hu Qing'er suddenly exclaimed, her face was as red as the sunset, it turned out that a big hand grabbed her tail, and that hand grabbed it so hard that she even softened her body.

The man who was obviously fascinated by himself and fascinated by his lust, his eyes were indescribably clear, Wu Wenxu angrily grabbed the girl's two fox tails, like holding the two ears of a rabbit, and despite her violent protests and struggles, he pressed her down on the bed in half a second.

Wu Wenxu secretly pinched a cold sweat in his heart.

Damn, it's so dangerous, if it weren't for the snow maple tree desperately catalyzing that charm technique, Lao Tzu would really have followed her way.

"It turns out that Lord Lord likes to play forcible games, slave family...... The slave family is also very fond of it. ”

Hu Qing'er sneered all over her face, trying her best to show a flattering and pandering attitude.

A huge wave was set off in her heart!

How could it be possible, a sixth-level great magician, how could he break free from his shackles!

"Who the hell is going to play a forced game with you?"

Wu Wenxu's black lines crawled all over his cheeks, and he stepped on the girl's ass with one foot, showing no pity for the jade.

Looking at the girl's appearance, it is clear that she is a beast spirit walker, Wu Wenxu is a little speechless, is he so popular now? One by one, they rushed to push them down, and they seemed to have to stay away from these female perverts in the future.

"Tell me honestly, who you are and why you want to put... Ahem, you want to push Lao Tzu down?! ”

A beautiful girl who doesn't know her, Wu Wenxu is not narcissistic enough to think that she was fascinated at first sight.

"I ......"

Hu Qing'er cried in a sobbing voice: "The little woman has always admired the prestige of the lord, since she was captured by Asaph's beast, more than a year, like hell, he has been bullied and insulted all day long, I heard that you attacked Bitmond four days ago, the little woman has been waiting for you to break through the fortress day and night, and now she has finally waited for ......"

"Stop!"

Wu Wenxu was speechless and stopped this sad story.

Tsk, the tears flowed, the quilt was wet, and it looked like it, what a fox girl with a 'miserable background', do you really think that Lao Tzu is an idiot who has weak legs and a bloodshot brain when he sees a beautiful woman?

"Looks like you're not going to tell the truth."

Wu Wenxu sneered and withdrew his foot, the little fox's ass is so soft, but compared with Katerina's ****, it is still a little worse.

"Since you admire me very much, you should have heard that my name is the King of Demons, and you should understand what the consequences of lying in front of a demon will be."

"What the slave said is true." The two soft and fluffy fox tails were pinched tighter by Wu Wenxu, and Hu Qing'er really cried in pain.

"Since you like to sleep, I'm sure the trolls will be more than happy to keep you company."

"Whew!"

The clothes were torn and the girl's screams were screaming, Wu Wenxu stared at her pink and smooth jade spine with innocent thoughts, but grabbed her tail with one hand, pinched the girl's beautiful neck with the other, and pushed her half-naked delicate body effortlessly out of the door.

"Hehe, hundreds of trolls and a fox girl staged a spring palace drama, it's worth seeing."

Hu Qing'er's beautiful eyes were terrified, she never thought that this man named Lord Diablo was so ruthless and cold-blooded.

No kidding, you want me to sleep with those dirty, stinking trolls!

"Let it go! You let go! I said, please let me go......"

Wu Wenxu's means directly made the girl's last psychological defense collapse, she hid her face and cried bitterly, when she approached the door of the tent, Wu Wenxu held her in his arms, but stopped and continued to push her out of the door.

"You only have one chance."

A declaration of indifference, with the smell of death despair.

The girl lay in the man's arms as if she had collapsed, only to feel that her strength was exhausted, her chest rose and fell violently, and she gasped slightly: "I am from the Cursed Ice Fields, the 'bone-eater' organization of the Wandering People Leader Army, and my mission is to assassinate General Asaph, the Lord of Bitmond, and then open the gate of the Chalk Mountain, so that the Wanderers on the Ice Plains border will submit to the leader army. ”

"What about the leader's name?" Wu Wenxu asked subconsciously.

Hu Qing'er said in despair, "Our leader is called Banishing Blade Raven. ”

(End of chapter)