Half a month has passed since the selection of the Ancient Pig Guard.

The claws of winter, but quietly facing a catastrophe.

Because of the war against Freljord, countless farmers fell in pools of blood, and those surviving farmers were escorted to inexplicable places.

It was winter, and even the prey hibernated, with only dry, hard corn and slices of black bread in the cauldron like a slurry, and most of the soldiers could only eat half-full, and they were hungry and cried out outside the siege of Freljord.

The people of the Winter tribe were not afraid of the cold and hunger, but when they watched the Ash soldiers in the city eat oatmeal bread and drink white porridge mixed with milk, their hearts were very uncomfortable.

"Gollum."

A Winter Tribesman soldier screamed in his stomach.

"Hmm, don't let Lao Tzu get a chance, I swear, when I enter the city, I must let those damn little cubs lick my chrysanthemum!"

He cursed and swore violently, not noticing that the soldiers in the city were gradually disappearing, and behind the pile of rocks, the huge city gate slowly opened.

The Claws of Winter are worth a hundred, and this city is only a pass into Freljord's belly, and even if they are not clothed, they will never take Freljord's army in their eyes.

The opening of the gate caused the dust on the boulder to fly, and in the midst of the chaos, a thin and lonely shadow gradually appeared.

The soldiers of Winterclaw have finally discovered the movement of the city gate!

"Ahh

The swearing soldier was overjoyed.

Great, stupid Ash soldiers, if they were only shrunken turtles, there was really no way to take them before the siege troops came, but these idiots actually opened the door by themselves, haha, aren't they looking for death?

"Brothers, the door is open!"

He shouted with joy in a shrill voice, for fear that others would not know about his great achievements.

"Ah, Ash's cowards actually dare to fight?"

The soldiers of Winterclaw came alive, they were beasts that came out of the harsh environment, and they were so well-trained that the lazy troops burst into the strongest combat power in an instant, and the troops of more than 2,000 people, all holding their weapons, rushed out frantically from behind the piles of stones.

Across the dancing dust, the howls of the Winter's ghosts and wolves echoed everywhere.

The Freljord soldiers, who were hiding in the city and holding their weapons, only felt their cold hairs explode, and their feet trembled.

Can it really work?

The warrior who claims to be from the Cursed Icefield, the Flame Lord Archdemon Diablo.

He, he actually wants to single-handedly take on a group of monsters who drink blood, even if he is a tenth-order demon master, he can't be so arrogant.

In the dust of the Man Dance, the figure that gradually walked out became clear.

He faced thousands of horses, his head held high proudly, his long fluffy hair made him look extremely lonely, and in the infinite noise and roar, he never even opened his eyes.

"A ronin?"

The soldiers of Winterclaw laughed menacingly.

It seems that Freljord's lesson has not been enough, and he really thinks that the reinforcements he has brought in from abroad can defeat them...... Proud Winter's Claws?!

"Die!"

Suddenly, dozens of heavy long knives swung at the lonely man, each knife was enough to cut people into flesh, not to mention the full anger of the siege.

The man suddenly moved.

He pressed his thumb against the hilt of his sword, a subtle movement that no one noticed in the chaotic battlefield.

However, when his thumb retracted the hilt of his sword, the dozens of soldiers surrounding him strangely stopped moving, as if petrified.

"Death is like the wind, always with me."

He took a step, and a soldier's head flew bizarrely!

"Tubu!"

More blood-drenched heads flew into the air, the splattered blood stained the man's cheeks red, and he walked with his heart like water, instead sticking out his tongue and gently licking the blood from his lips.

"The momentum of this sword is getting more and more intense."

The moment he said this, his calmly closed eyes suddenly opened!

Two thousand Winter Claw soldiers, for some reason, suddenly surged from the bottom of their hearts with a strong throbbing, an intuition they had honed in nature since childhood, a strong intuition about threats to life.

But it was too late!

The body of the brown-haired man had turned into a distorted shadow in place.

The long-lost blood made the maple leaf hidden in his heart shake, he wanted blood, he wanted to kill, he wanted to surpass himself, slaughter and race!

Stepping forward, a black light fiercely swept through the crowd, and in an instant, hundreds of human bodies burst, and even the bones were torn apart by the violent wind, it was simply the ultimate meat grinder.

No one could see his speed, and a ninth-level great magician was even more miserable that he didn't even blink an eye, and his body became miserable minced meat.

The fierce wind carried the cold of the harvest, and the Ash soldiers who were peeking at the city gate were already frightened and their legs were weak.

"What kind of person is he, this kind of magic, is it the eleventh order, no, the twelfth order!"

"My God, there has never been a twelfth-order magister in that cursed ice field."

The vanguard army of the claws of winter, which could not be beaten, turned into papier-mâché people under the man's magic sword, and in an instant, the blood flowed outside the city gates, and more than 2,000 enemy troops did not survive.

This place has been turned into a purgatory on earth......

The soldiers of the city were wide-eyed, and they did not even have the courage to shout.

His sword was so fast that the men didn't have time to let out a wailing sound.

His body was covered in blood, and he stood among the shredded flesh on the ground, his face still calm, but if you looked closely into his eyes, you would find that he was calm and dripping with madness.

"Freljord is a great place."

He coldly wiped the blood foam on the black sword, and in the blade of the sword, his eyes were suddenly reflected, a pair of indifferent and cruel, and extremely playful eyes.

"Woo......"

The man stood quietly in the middle of the river of blood, and the white, ethereal bodies swelled up inside the dead corpses that had been reduced to minced flesh.

They floated into the man's body as if they had found their final destination, and the whole process was extremely strange and creepy.

"He's horrible."

"Who the hell is he?"

Many of Freljord's soldiers were so frightened that their legs went limp.

A few days ago, they had seen with their own eyes that the guys outside the city had killed more than five times as many enemies, and now, more than 2,000 people had died in the blink of an eye, and the cruelty of their deaths was beyond their quality.

"Long brown hair, tattered scabbard, big sword ......"

A soldier muttered to himself, followed by a sudden change in his complexion!

"I, I know who he is."

In an irrepressible tone of horror, he said tremblingly: "Where is there any Flame Lord, he is clearly the right-hand man of the Demon King Wu Wenxu, the Wind Sword Hao Yasuo!" ”