Two thousand miles north of the border of the Cursed Ice Field, there was a fortress called Bitmund, the peaks and rocks of the sea-sinking chalk, not very high, or like a book on the shelf, or like a spearhead in the sky, with a strange shape, and the old snow cliffs lined with the occasional flat snow, which formed Bitmund.

The natural fortress Bitmond is one of the natural dangers of the Ice Descendant as a defense clan, but for one of them, its status is negligible, the terrain of the cursed ice field is complex, and a Bitmund cannot effectively resist the crazy attack of the clan, its biggest role is the strategy of preventing the gradual gradual improvement proposed by the Ice Descendant military experts, and the resistance of the inexplicably rising forces on the remote border.

In the first ten years of this hypothesis, the military strategist has been ridiculed and ridiculed more than once, dispatching 5,000 Iceborn warriors to the border where birds don't, and needing an Iceborn Ranger to take charge, despite the strong Iceborn powerhouse, the Ranger is still full of resentment towards the military strategist.

Until a hundred years ago, a third whirlwind suddenly broke out on the ice field, that force was a combination of free tribes on the border, preaching atheism, overthrowing the rule of the Ice Descendants and the clans, that force merged almost all the warriors in the border who did not want to submit, they swept the border, and defeated the clan forces, but when they came to Bitmund, they were blocked by the natural fortress!

Fifty thousand aliens, but how can they not beat the five thousand guarded Bitmund, the disgusting terrain makes it difficult for the warriors to move an inch, there are traps and arrows everywhere, they suffer heavy casualties, until the arrival of the Iceborn reinforcements, there is no doubt that these brave aliens who challenge the divine power are wiped out, the women break their limbs and are rewarded to the lizardmen and trolls as playthings, the men are skinned and hung on the flagpole until the blood runs dry, frozen into hard ice cubes by the cold wind.

Bitmund was only a tiny pass to the true territory of the Iceborn and the Clan, and even if it was truly lost, it would not cause too much turmoil, but in that battle of the alien race, the Iceborn completely despised the Clan, like a beam of light pouring out of the stalemate, slapping the Clan's face fiercely.

After that, the Iceborn higher-ups decided to send a heavy army to Bitmund, and the generations of Iceborn rangers were replaced, and by now, Bitmund has a full 10,000 handlers! With the advantage of Bitmund's heavenly moat, I am afraid that even 50,000 elite clans will not be able to easily defeat it.

Inside the tent's tent, Beatmond on the huge map was heavily circled in red, and inside the lord's tent, Wu Wenxu, Grande, Jodi, and the Thirteen White Knights stared intently at this interesting natural fortress.

When Brother Bosheton was turned out from under the corpse, his body was stabbed into countless blood holes, if it weren't for Bosheton's fingers still trembling, the grief-stricken Wu Wenxu even thought he was dead.

The dragon was blown up miserably by Edward, but fortunately, its self-healing ability is amazing, and if it is not broken in two on the spot, it will be difficult to die.

Four of the five Snow Maidens were hacked to death by the Lizardmen, and the remaining one had two broken legs and was dying, but fortunately she didn't need to move on her legs in the first place, and the poor Snow Maiden lost her companions and wandered the territory like a lonely ghost all day long, and the lizardmen and trolls who realized what a stupid mistake they had made that day did not dare to look at the Snow Maiden at all, and whenever they saw her, they would feel a deep sense of guilt.

Sofitel, the shield swordsman of the Thirteen White Knights, was still lying on the bed, and he blocked the troll with one person that day, relying on the giant shield to block a way out for his brothers, although his thighs and arms were pierced by ice picks, and after falling, he was beaten by the trolls through the shield, he still survived tenaciously.

At the time of Edmartyr's First World War, if the belief of the lizardmen was still wandering and wavering in the past, then now, Wu Wenxu asked them to commit suicide, they would not hesitate to carry it out, the holy light of the territory lord is shining, I don't know tens of millions of ways, they feel that their souls have been purified!

What's more, feeling Lord Diablo, his kindness and forgiveness, even the most unintelligent beast will weep bitterly, Wu Wenxu's back in the hearts of the lizards has become as tall as a mountain, as hard as a rock and indestructible, this heartfelt word of mouth has caused a strong wind to roll up in the border, and more and more wandering or tired of hiding from the Ice Descendants and clans have joined the territory.

In just eight days, the number of lizardmen in Wu Wenxu's territory has exploded to eight thousand! There were also more than 2,000 trolls who brought their families into the territory, followed by scattered bearmen, snow maidens, and beast spirit walkers who joined the territory, as well as the berserkers who were scattered to the ice fields on the Lofa Peninsula thousands of years ago, and the tribal barbarians of Freljord who admired war.

This is still only a small wind in the border, and many free tribes are still in a wait-and-see mode, although it has surpassed the hurricane of a hundred years ago, burning countless Ice-Born and Dynasty territories, even if the Ice-Descend and the Clan know that there is a flame demon surging on the border.

His name is Diablo!

What made the Iceborn and the clan feel helpless was that they watched that power grow, but they couldn't do anything about it! Because in eight days, Monkey King, the Monkey King, had already smashed two ice-born rangers to death with the golden hoop stick given by Dolan, and even brought a tenth-order demon master from the clan who was clamoring for Wu Wenxu to lead his subordinates to submit.

The most powerful legions of the Ice Descendants and the Clan are all on the coast close to the Ice Sea of the Conquerors, and in recent years, their wars have reached a white-hot stage, for the main route of the Ice Sea, the ice there is almost melted by blood, and the battle for every inch of land requires a great mage or even a tenth-order mage to pave the way!

In such a fierce battle, it is naturally impossible to draw out valuable resources and deploy them to the ice field border tens of thousands of miles away.

"There are two thousand captives of the Iceborn and the Clan, and maybe they can be the vanguard of Bitmund?" Jodi Maple Messe stared at the red-circled logo, a contemplative light shining under his eyelashes.

Grande, who escaped by pretending to be dead eight days ago, shook his head and said: "It's useless, I know a little bit about Bitmund, there are natural ice caves and scouts everywhere, even if there are four thousand people, if they break into it rashly, none of them will survive." ”

"Ho ho ho, what bullshit Bitmond, my grandson will go down with a few sticks, and promise to send them to the west!"

As the Monkey King, he was born to fight!

After not fighting for several days, Sun Wukong felt uncomfortable with itchy bones, the monkey is an impatient animal, and Wukong, who has been studying the Tao of Wuji all day long, has been sleepy and tired.

With the support of the Monkey King, Wu Wenxu's waist is naturally not straight.

However, war is not child's play, although the Magister can dominate the battlefield, it is impossible to defeat thousands of troops, Bitmond's magic traps are endless, Wu Wenxu does not want his only powerful aid to make any mistakes.

"Bitmund, as a breakthrough into the territory of the Iceborn and the Clan, must be occupied, and the most important thing is that the capture of Bitmund is equivalent to turning it into a natural fortress on the edge to defend the Iceborn and the Clan."

Speaking of this, Wu Wenxu's sonorous and powerful voice loosened, and the pitch-black lord's robe unfolded, not angry and arrogant, but heard the man laugh and say: "At that moment, the boundary of the cursed ice field will be completely in our hands, and it will stand with the Ice Descendant clan!" ”

(End of chapter)