Visitors in the snow, I don't know where to go.

In the dark night of heavy snowfall, the dense winter soldiers held back their slightly tired bodies, regained their fighting spirit, and began to approach the Marthol swamp.

The Matoll line was very close.

The filthy, stinking swamp sludge is disgusting to the ponies, and the Lightning Legion will be greatly slowed down from the moment they step into the Martor Line.

As far as Freljord's position is concerned, Ai Qiwen has indeed considered it well.

Her original and only purpose was to avoid unnecessary casualties, and they had to quickly cross the swamp before the Freljord soldiers could react, and fight to the death against the last defenders of the western highlands on the snowy fields.

"Commander, from the moment you step into the swamp, please do not leave our side."

In order to ensure Ai Qiwen's safety, Sejuani specially transferred the two ancestor-level figures of the Winter Tribe to Ai Qiwen's side, and the actual magic power of these two people may have reached the thirteenth-order super demon master cultivation, and they are almost invincible in the battlefield!

"Don't worry, the two ancestors, the shrimp soldiers and crab generals of Freljord, don't need to take action from the two of you."

Ai Qiwen in the dark showed extraordinary self-confidence.

This self-confidence seems to have reduced the stench of decay due to the ice tundra by a few points, but it is just a remnant soldier in the west, how can he compete with her Ai Qiwen?!

200,000 male soldiers were displayed on the periphery of the swamp.

The terrifying murderous aura and battle intent shocked the silent swamp.

"The Winter Army, invincible, lightning journey, invincible in the world!"

Ai Qiwen's clear but majestic command made this silent darkness completely boil.

"Long live the Winter Clan, long live the Claws of Winter!"

It's like bursting fireworks into the night sky, like the howl of wolves in the night.

The Winter Iron Horse, all of them broke off the reins, the shaking earth and the mud flying high because of trampling, representing that the Winter Legion finally stepped into the last defense of the western highlands, and they completely advanced into the Mator defense line!

The ground was shaking, and the swamp was getting more and more embarrassed.

The crowded Winter Lightning Legion made the Marsh Marsh, which had been quiet for an unknown number of years, seem to go back to thirty years ago, back to the Second Rune War.

Deep in the Martol swamp, a half-asleep man leaning on the top of a dead tree suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were like falcons, piercing the darkness deeply, as if taking in the distant movements and epic shocks.

Immediately after, a smile picked up on his lips, a sek, cold, cold smile.

A slender magic sword that was darker than the night quickly obscured his eyes, and he jumped from the dead tree, his fluffy brown hair completely loosened, and he looked light and breezy, holding his straight waist, and quietly greeted the Winter Legion.

Isn't he afraid of death?

At the same time, a bewitching peerless beauty, which is no longer enough to describe in any words, licked her pink lips.

This gesture should have dumped all the men in the world, but at this moment, in this swamp of death, her movements were like the tranquility before the killing, and the nine white tails outlined her bewitching figure, and she stepped into the night at the same time.

One-Eyed Grand Commander Chenison stared silently into the distance.

Even at the end of the Mator Line, the lizardman's talent can make it feel the earth tremble.

It clutched its heart, wondering if the tremor was due to the enemy's iron horseman, or from the boiling pulse of the heart.

It smiled, but felt that everything was less important.

Winter has come, the thieves have come, it is the one-eyed commander Chenison, it is the most loyal dog under the lord, so it must be loyal, it will definitely hold the army of winter, it will not disappoint Wu Wenxu!

"Little ones!"

Chenison's shrill voice easily pierced the night sky and traveled far away.

"Our 300,000 lizardmen represent the highest combat power of our lizardmen nation, after this battle, you will all be heroes among the lizardmen, and today's battle will make you immortal!"

"Kill, let those stupid guys know that lizardmen are not easy to mess with!"

"Oooo

The calm Marshes suddenly tumbled in all directions with huge foam.

Countless long flat heads emerged from the swamp, their bodies mixed with the mud, and they couldn't be distinguished in the dark night, however, they hung their arms, and the secret scimitars of the Chalk Mountain that continued to hide under the swamp couldn't wait to release their killing intent!

"Ahead, is there some movement?"

On Ai Qiwen's right, the ancestor wearing a wooden grimace mask stared vigilantly into the distance, and he clearly heard some sharp shouts in the distance just now.

At this moment, Ai Qiwen's 200,000 lightning legions had penetrated deep into the Marthol Marsh, breaking through three-quarters of the distance, and at most half an hour, they would be able to break out of the swamp and land on the western highlands.

"I heard that, too."

The other ancestor had a solemn face, and he shouted to Ai Qiwen: "Commander, there is an ambush ahead!" ”

Ai Qiwen laughed: "It's not normal if there is no ambush, our 200,000 troops in winter, will we be afraid of those vulnerable Freljord soldiers?" ”

"Warriors, rush! Victory is at hand! ”

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Ahh

In the Winter Legion, whose morale had reached its peak, there was a discordant howl of pain.

This howl was extremely piercing, and suddenly it came, and it seemed as if Ai Qiwen's heart stopped for a few seconds.

"Ahhh

That wail, as if it would be contagious, in an instant, more screams sounded in the Winter Legion, and the originally orderly pony was also confused for some reason, obviously, the Winter Legion was ambushed!

"What's the situation?"

Ai Qiwen's expression was unfazed, after all, she was the famous commander of the Winter Clan, and she would not panic because of the death of a few people.

"Commander, we've been ambushed!"

A division commander shouted heartbreakingly.

"Hmph."

Ai Qiwen said disdainfully: "Since you dare to ambush us, let them pay the price of blood, O warrior of winter, don't let go of an enemy, just die, don't live!" ”

The commander's calm and resolute encouragement did not seem to be able to stop the riots of the Winter Legion.

"Ahhhh......h They are not people! ”

"Brush!"

The sword flickered, and the corpse of another Winter Warrior separated, and blood flowed down in the swamp.

"Commander, they're not people, our opponents, they're not Freljord's soldiers!"

At this moment, a ronin with a black sword on his shoulder also stepped into the battlefield.

His appearance made the two ancestors of Rin Winter frown.