The only mountain road leading to Bitmund is also the only road in the Cretaceous Mountains to the border of the ice fields, and there is no other way out than to cross the mountains and cross the clan territory.

Two years ago, Asaph insisted on going his own way, ignoring the obstacles of the Iceborn's upper echelons, and destroyed the Central Path with ancient magic.

The destruction of the central path of the shortcut is naturally to prevent future troubles, but the destruction of the central path, and the plans of some ice descendants who plan to get involved in the cursed ice field will also be weakly blocked, that is not something that Asaph is willing to consider, in fact, thousands of years ago, the ancestors of the ice descendants were playing the idea of the Valoran continent, but the clan is not destroyed, how can there be a chance to take half a step out of the cursed ice field?

Asaph changed into a black armor suit, the corners of his indifferent eyebrows were slightly upturned, and between the slightly frowning black eyebrows, there was a restless haste, and the two Ice Descendants retinue looked at it in their hearts and felt very puzzled.

Drunken beauty knees are the mantra of the general! The general was uncomfortable staying in Gentle Township, how could he change his normal state and examine that deserted area on a whim?

Thinking of the tortured half-dead captives in the territory, the two ice descendants who were shivering from the magic barrier and shivering from the cold, the general was really too cautious.

A hundred years ago, none of the 50,000 alien races that had many talents had ever cracked the trap of Chalk Mountain, just with that kind of goods, that kind of little lord who was not in the climate, hehehe... If they could make it to Fortress Bitmund, the lizards that cursed the ice fields would really be human.

Taking a step back, even if that guy who doesn't want to die **** is unlucky and really finds out the main road of Cretaceous Mountain, it is impossible to pass through the central road destroyed by General Asaph!

The white-stained general rode around the thick fence, and the wind-eroded column seemed to sense the long-lost guest, dancing with a lot of sawdust, and then blew away the eyes of General Asaph, whose eyes sank like water, and at the moment when the writing was scattered through his pupils, he suddenly stood up.

The cold wind struck the sawdust on General Asaph's face, cutting his skin, and there were two pieces of scattered and overly enthusiastic ones, actually trying to get into Asaph's golden pupils, Asaph's deep eyes stared southeast, and when the sharp and small sawdust was about to pierce his pupils, he blinked silently, and the wind swept across Asaph's brows, swirling the frozen soil, and there were countless powders in the wind, blowing withered yellow, and sprinkled into the desolate and dead southeast road.

The southeast road was sprinkled with yellow and dark colors, and the pupils as sharp as knives were outlined in the depths, and through the cold wind like sand and dust, I could vaguely see that the winding road was full of holes, leading to the port of the fortress, and there were dense ice blue thorn cones of different heights.

These ice spikes were harder than iron, and even refined swords would be difficult to cut through, and the ice spikes were formed by his own great ancient magic, and Asaph did not believe that anyone could step on an ice pick, unless he was a magus.

Behind the crecy cone road that circled around the Cretaceous Mountain, there was an unfathomable crack, the pitch-black crack was more than four feet long, it cut off the link alive, forming a hollow, recalling the shock of annihilating the mountain road with a wave of his hand, Asaph's serious, rigid handsome cheeks, and finally couldn't help but smile, seeing General Yasuo's inexplicable smile, the two Ice Descendants secretly rejoiced.

The appearance of the corners of General Asaph's lips is usually a sign that the pimple in his heart has been eliminated, and once the strategizing General Asaph removes the shadow in his heart, he will return to his lustful nature, which means that he can return to the fortress, but the Ice Born soldiers have an obsession with absolutely garrisoning the territory, and the safety of Bettemond is much more important than their shivering bodies returning to warm embrace.

Diablo's life is not worth mentioning, but it is definitely not good news to curse the Magus outside the ice field to step into the ice field, the Ice Descendants are intoxicated with their own world, and they have not stepped out of the territory for thousands of years, and they do not understand the current situation of the Valoran continent.

Asaph breathed the last sigh of relief in his heart, but he was worried about the future of the Ice Clan, and in turn, he felt self-deprecating for his thoughts, the Ice Descendants are the most loyal believers of the Ice Guardians, no matter how strong the other forces in the Valoran Continent are, can they be stronger than the Ice God?

The magic barrier opened, and the cold wind suddenly became isolated from the world, and the warmth melted the ice and snow on Asaph's black armor, and when he took off his armor and passed by the captive tent, Asaph stopped, but when he heard the weak screams inside the tent, Asaph felt disappointed.

The spirit has recovered a lot, Asaph's light smile has gradually become lewd, the dullness of breathing cold wind and pressing stones on his chest has finally disappeared, and now, the two little goblins in the tent should still be asleep, right?

Thinking of this, General Asaph walked towards the main tent again with his handsome and upright figure......

Six thousand troops marched forward.

Wu Wenxu led everyone unhurriedly, or rather, they deliberately lowered their pace.

A hundred years ago, 50,000 warriors buried the shame of Chalk Mountain, and they have been enslaved and oppressed by the Ice Clan for thousands of years!

Everyone, despite their poor equipment, will feel cold when stepping barefoot on the road, and the steady soles of the warriors on the ice frontier can still feel the blazing temperature, so every foot that steps out is not a nightmare about to step on the head of the Ice Born!

However, after about an hour of marching forward in this army that had suppressed the monstrous morale, the ranks suddenly stopped, as if the clouds were flowing and the orderly order collapsed, and the front row was like a stagnant sculpture silent and stiff, and the trolls in the back row did not understand what was happening.

The trolls touched their stuffed heads and waited for a long time, they felt as if the morale that had been exuding in Fang Cai's life seemed to be gone, and a kind of silent suppressive and spreading anger eager to crush the Iceborn made the trolls start to become irritable.

I don't know how long it took, but the door of the room, which seemed to be protected from the storm, was suddenly blown open! There was a ferocious, monstrous ice storm surging out like a flood!

The wind was bitterly cold, and it blew into the trolls' hair, blowing their bloody heads trembling, red, yellow, blue, and green, and their ghost-like hair was messy and covered their eyes, and the trolls grabbed their hair, and the iron rods slammed into the rocks with a loud bang, and the gravel was blown back by the wind, and hit many of the trolls' faces, and more and more trolls began to roar.

The lord is on top, and he must have been ambushed in front of him! Could it be that the Iceborn Ranger is doing the trick? Oh my God, my lord, you must hold on!

Fierce allegiance to Lord Diablo, some of the trolls squeezed through the line and began to walk forward, despite the pain of their eyes being smashed by the cold wind and stones, in their opinion, those vulnerable lizardmen could not protect the lord at all!

However, the trolls had barely taken a few steps past the lizardmen, and the hurricane stopped abruptly, and the chaotic team moved forward again.

Except for the thirteen white knights who were shaking their thighs at the front and were terrified, more people were dizzy by the magic ice wind, and then they didn't know what to do, and they staggered and got drunk.

"I'm the Yeti Rider, Nunu~"

The one who slowed down the six thousand people was naturally the giggling little Nunu!

Nunu squinted his eyes in satisfaction, and kept rubbing Willamp's head, and Willamp shook his head as if he was enjoying it, until his big feet slammed on the ground and made a dull thunderous sound, and the dazed guys suddenly came to their senses!

At the front of the road is an ice road, a bottomless ice road frozen in chalk!

The ice surface happens to be connected to a fault four feet away, you can't imagine how strong it is, the density and thickness seem to be ice expanding, but the blue ice layer that expands does not lose its elegance and smoothness, and even perfectly seamless with the chalk soil.

Yes, a small sip, the abyss of innocence that General Asaph was proud of and painstakingly created, in Nunu's well-rounded eyes of contempt, in the rough and grinning cry of Willamp, it was not worth mentioning at all!

This is the power of League of Legends, a terrifying force that can be condensed enough to sweep Valoran......

"Nunu-sama, you, you really are my idol."

Grande swallowed hard, as an ice-descended clan who is proficient in ancient magic, Grande knows better than anyone the magic power needed to create this shock in front of him, an ordinary tenth-order magister can't even touch half of the magic power of that snowman, because his strength is definitely at the peak of the tenth-order!

Grande silently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, he glanced at the triumphant lord with palpitations, Grande felt that he couldn't see through this man more and more, so young, but he was able to make two tenth-order top magisters loyal, and what was even more terrifying was that he heard that there would be two more tenth-order arrivals in the future.

Grande couldn't imagine.

This super power that can be called a stormy sea, there are four of them, four top tenth-order mages! How big of a wave do they want to make on the Cursed Ice Field?

Grande was a very intelligent man, and he was used to people who sought good fortune and avoided evil, so he was very sure of his beliefs.

The man's family-like remarks at the beginning are becoming facts step by step, and it is absolutely possible to capture Bitmond and then rely on the clan to clamp down and become a hegemon!

As for killing the enemy in blood, killing his own compatriots?

The fat man's trembling fat suddenly became tight, he spread his hands indifferently, and the cold in his eyes could not be written, like a cold-blooded and ruthless crocodile, only the madness of quietly dormant but cruelly biting its prey.

The moment Edrich decides to execute himself, he Grande is no longer a corrupt Iceborn, and Grande sees through Iceborn's corruption and complacency, so Grande understands that Cursed IcePlains needs a fresher vitality.

And Wu Wenxu can turn the lowliests into warriors who are more powerful than the ice soldiers, and can convince the exiled people on the ice border.

Grande rarely admires one person but that man.

The last trace of disdain in his pupils annihilated nothingness, and Grande stepped unusually firmly across the ice path.

Wu Wenxu, use your courage to smash Bitmund!

(Bitmond is finally coming to an end, so excited, because there will be unexpected characters next, well, thank you all for your continued support, and the moon will work harder!) ）

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