The Bitmund turmoil has finally ended with the common goal of 'Death'.

In order to prevent friction between the two sides, the two teams arranged by Rengar began to part ways quite tacitly, and it is worth noting that the nine-tailed demon fox Ahri also joined the team of the City of Faith, and her location was naturally in the same column as Wu Wenxu.

Ahri also seemed to accept the fact, the most noble bloodline of the fox clan was a sixth-level, casually pinched man to death, and she strongly convinced herself that it was because of the face of the lord of the demon host, and following Wu Wenxu was her last bargaining chip.

As the closest person to the Lord of the Demon Mansion, Ahri felt that it was necessary for him to endure the humiliation and burden, and to please the villain's will, which made him disgusted and disgusted, as the only lifeline for the revival of the fox clan.

At the foot of the Chalk Mountain.

A pot of wine, a sword, a white coat, and a ride to the end of the world.

Ahem, please ignore Wu Wenxu's pretending behavior, he has really been bored in Bitmund for a long time.

"Bitmond's magic hub has been repaired, but I'm not used to going down the mountain."

Wu Wenxu's hands were red, and he rubbed it hard a few times, with the adjustment of the snow maple tree, the cold current in the north still continued to invade his body, seeing Rengar's slightly pitying eyes, Wu Wenxu gritted his teeth and decided to put on gloves.

Damn, it's rare for Lao Tzu to pretend to compare, so can't you not demolish me?

The hot breath exhaled by Wu Wenxu was ruthlessly swallowed by the wind in the blink of an eye, turning into a heavy whisper of the cold wind in mid-air, feeling that the palm of his hand gradually became warmer, Wu Wenxu couldn't help but clench the saddle and look at the front.

The icefield steed sent by Raven walked steadily and quickly, each hoof sinking into the snow, and before it had fully stepped into the depths of the snow, the next hoof had already stepped farther ahead, setting off a melancholy and confused snow.

The ancient land is vast and wild, and the thick snow is a little dignified, but it has a cheerful meaning when you look at it carefully.

For example, the Iron Ridge Mountains, which are endless, seem to be close in front of you, but in fact are far away in the sky, the ice and snow covering its body cannot hide the dense green pines, making the dignified snow field dotted with green and lush colors, and engraved with hope as if it were an ink painting.

What kind of secrets are hidden beneath the earth buried by the ice sheets?

With Tyrone and Rengar by his side, Wu Wenxu's trip is not lonely.

Blade Shadow is the first assassin of Noxus, and under Wu Wenxu's impermeable sycophants and surging rivers, he is naturally happy to share his experience and observations.

It turns out that the fortress of Xuege is just a comprehensive city of Noxus to defend against the north, and the real Noxian cities are mostly built on the granite mountains with dangerous terrain, and the towering and precipitous granite mountains are full of slums and criminals, and those who are qualified to enter the mountain city are all people with prominent Noxus status.

The lowly untouchables could only survive at the foot of the mountain, perhaps they were lucky, for they would never have had the opportunity to see the extreme evils and horrific deeds of the main city, of which Tyrone had been a part of a few years ago.

Not only that, Noxus also has the largest underground world in the world, those deep labyrinthine underground passages, the best place for countries to see people trade, but also a holy place for killing and throwing corpses.

Under the deliberate support of Noxus, the scale of the dark underground world is prosperous, even far exceeding some of Valoran's famous capitals, casinos, arenas, exchanges, except for the trustworthy 'wall', the underground world, there is no opportunity to be trusted.

Luckily, Tyrone won his permanent residency in the Underworld, where he was an out-and-out villain, and Tyrone fell under the tutelage of many Assassins, learning the art of assassination while plunging the blade into his teacher's heart.

Until, at the height of his fame, he was defeated by General Du Kekao.

Every kingdom has legends and myths, and General Du Kekao, the disciple of General Burnham Darkwell, the eternal supreme commander who ruled Noxon for countless years, was a hell for the kings and generals until General Du Kekao's unprovoked disappearance.

Tyrone wants to find General Du Quekao, his last loyalty from the soul.

The Proud Stalker Reingar is an interesting guy, he looks hideous, but his personality is mature and steady, he is a chatterbox, and he has shared many interesting stories about hunting strange monsters with Wu Wenxu and others.

The most feared clown of everyone, out of Bitmund has changed his normal behavior, except for the occasional dry meat, most of them doze off on horseback, and even a huge transparent foam gushes out of his white nostrils, God knows how he did it.

In fact, there is one thing Wu Wenxu is extremely puzzled about, how can the nine-tailed demon fox fall in love with Monkey King?

Alas, a good flower is stuck in cow dung.

But after in-depth reverie, Wu Wenxu couldn't help but admire Ahri, in this era of looking at faces, it is really rare to be able to seek inner beauty without paying attention to appearance, although Wu Wenxu did not find where the inner beauty of the monkey is.

The sky was still snowing, unhurried, soft and weak, wrapped in silver all over the ground.

From the initial surprise of seeing the trees, until the infestation of herds of snow deer and rabbits, Wu Wenxu was convinced that he had completely entered the territory of the Ice Descendant and the clan.

The Ice Descendants and the clan love to take resources for themselves, and they can't see that they think that any force has a favorable living environment, and Wu Wenxu doesn't comment on their selfish and rotten way of survival.

But one day they will perish in flames!

After three days of walking, they did not see the shadow of the Ice Clan, not even a single lizardman, and Reengar saw it in his eyes, and his heart gradually became vigilant, the footprints of the snow rabbit were more frequent than the ruler, it was really a strange thing.

"Look, there's a village up ahead!"

"It's a village indeed."

Hearing Wu Wenxu's cry of delight, Rengar looked at it, and there was a black shadow in the gray snow in the distance.

If the itinerary is correct, there will be at most two days to enter the Forest of Innocence.

However, the snowfield was endless, and in the absence of a reference, even Rengar was not sure whether he had deviated from the road, and the appearance of a village was very conducive to the correction of the orientation.

Before Rengar could speak, Wu Wenxu had already spread out the map, the Ice Descendant and the clan had been at war for thousands of years, and the maps of the two sides were almost the same.

The proud hunter took the old map, his superb eyes scanned back and forth a few times, and muttered: "It's the territory of the clan, to avoid trouble, I think it's better to bypass the village and go north for two days, and it's the Forest of Innocence." ”

"That being said, our horses need a break."

Wu Wenxu turned over and dismounted, and patted the white horse's head dotingly, the snow field horse was hardy to the cold, and it was unbearable to walk for three days without sleep, and it was not easy for them to recuperate, and there were two days left, and they almost had to walk over.

Rengar raised his eyebrows and said regretfully: "I forgot about this stubble." ”

With his Rengar's speed, he was several times faster than the snowy horse, and only after taking Wu Wenxu and the others into account did he deliberately get on the horse and slow down.

Considering that he couldn't afford to lose something big, Rengar agreed to go to the village, and he thought about it, and if there was an emergency, he would stun those guys.

"Wait......"

"What?" Wu Wenxu turned his head and glanced at Ahri, this was the first word that the nine-tailed demon fox spit out after being silent for three days.

Ahri glared at the man coldly, and became silent for a long time, but she shook her head and said, "It's nothing, let's go." ”

Mysterious, are all beautiful women weird tempers?

Wu Wenxu immediately shook his head to reject the strange thoughts in his mind, at least Ling Hanyue and Suona were good-tempered.

"Bang!"

A loud explosion came from the silent snowfield, Wu Wenxu followed the sound, it turned out to be Sacco Clown's huge foamy snot bursting, Sacco suddenly opened his eyes, and two swaying miserable green lights were like life-seeking souls screaming miserably.

"How about a magic trick? ......"

"Purr!"

Sacco's two purple high boots clamped the gray horse's abdomen, and its thin body flew backwards with inertia, its head hung on the horse's buttocks, and the horse's tail was lifted upside down, as if it would fall to the ground at any moment, and then be trampled into flesh by the mad gray horse.

"Catch up with him, don't let him play any tricks!"

Raingal's talons clutched the reins, and the horses under his crotch seemed to understand his words, his brown eyes froze suddenly, and then he tore open the sturdy hooves and ran wildly ahead.

"Let's keep up with each other."

Sacco is an extremely dangerous figure, and if he were the first to enter the village, he would probably kill the people in the village.

Wu Wenxu hurriedly climbed on the horse, his equestrian skills were far worse than everyone else, far behind, fortunately, the white horse felt the eagerness of the master's heart, and also galloped hard, Wu Wenxu choked a few mouthfuls of snow that was shaken by the hooves of the Ahri horse, half a sound, and suddenly saw the people in the distance stopped.

"Ahem, ahem!"

The snow was hard and very cold, which stimulated Wu Wenxu enough, and it was not easy to stabilize his pig's liver-like face, and the white horse had slowed down, like a cautious teenager, and cautiously walked among the crowd.

The atmosphere was quiet and scary.

Wu Wenxu rubbed his eyes twice, and then opened his eyes, his palm suddenly stiffened in mid-air, and even the brown reins slid down the horse's back from his taut palm.

Wu Wenxu swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, sobbed his lips that had become pale, and said dryly: "This is!" ”

(End of chapter)