The gray clouds pressed against the sky, and the cold wind poured down from the clouds, and thousands of horses galloped, blowing up ice and snow, and drifting on the borders of the bare ice fields, as if migrating to this endless desolation and lonely wilderness, and at the end of the snow, there were many heads hiding under the heavy snow, and they curled their necks, their eyes wide, cautious, and full of hope to peek at the dark figures who were more dignified than the sky.

The strange chalk that surrounded the figures was the most painful lesson they had learned a hundred years ago, and it was completely terrifying, and even dreamed of fear!

If you look down from the gray clouds, you will definitely see that the thousands of miles of ice fields around Bitmund are full of black holes of different sizes, the holes are not as beautiful as the snow caves of Bitmunde, but they are full of the most majestic vitality, and at the moment when the lord waved his army to kill Bitmund, all the inhabitants of the ice field were shaken.

Lord Diablo, that man, is finally about to burn the flames into the Land of Nightmares? To Bitmond, who gave the edge of the ice field a haunting nightmare.

The black snow caverns were so quiet that even the sound of wheezing was negligible, and they held their breath and stared at each other, the enemy dissolved their blades, the enemy became friends, and now, no one could resist the temptation to regain their freedom, because on the other side of Bitmond was the home of a thousand years ago!

"Grand, Stegroner, Stephen, Gkaias, count the fifty Snow Maidens, the fifty Beast Spirit Walkers, and join the ranks of the Joti Maple Messiah."

Wu Wenxu's eyes seemed to be condensed with a materialized edge, and the sword light was so fierce that he cracked towards the chalk, taking in every ice cave and every piece of chalk in the place he saw, and then condensed it in his heart.

There was some change behind the man in crimson armor like a god, and the change was so orderly that there was not even a shadow of disorder in the ranks, and soon, fifty floating snow maidens and fifty aura majestic beast spirit walkers were included in the ranks of the Maple Messer.

"Elzac, Sauron, Cassger, you are in the Chenison queue."

Without hesitation, the three handsome and upright figures rode their horses behind the one-eyed commander.

The thirteen white knights, Luo Luo, the vine snake, and Zhang Bolun, the three brothers, still keep the camp, they are Wu Wenxu's most powerful eyeliner, and they are not suitable for sending into battle, and the shield swordsman Sofitel can't afford to be seriously injured, so following Wu Wenxu is the gloomy face and the loss of his beloved brother, the sharpshooter Murphya Doran, Shadow, Jesca, and the Monkey King.

Wu Wenxu basically dispatched the great magic above the fifth level to the Maple Luo Messiah and Chenison teams, there are a total of thirty sixth-level great magicians of the Ice Descendant and the clan, twenty seventh-level great magicians, and a captured seventh-level magician, of course, this ninth-level great magician is arranged by Wukong's side, if he rebels in the war, I believe that the Monkey King will let him taste the taste of the flame stick.

Wu Wenxu restrained the spirit in his eyes, and said awe-inspiringly: "Remember, you don't need to find a passage immediately, if you are not defeated, retreat immediately." ”

Wu Wenxu's motives were so clear that at the moment when the lord began to advance against Bitmund, the armies of Jodi and Chenison were close together on the left and right flanks, and when Wu Wenxu's horse's hooves stepped on the chalk, the other two aggressive teams had already entered in different directions.

After thousands of years of precipitation, the chalk soil is hard, and it will never be inferior to ordinary mountain stones, in view of the special geology of chalk, Hualong was arranged in the territory by Wu Wenxu, and Uncle Long's wounds have not healed, and he enjoys the treatment of the emperor with Lei Li and Zhen all day long, and he is not happy at all.

Just stepped into Bitmund, the road was quite flat, because those dense deadly caves were all halfway up the mountain, the distance between the three teams on the flat mountain road slowly widened, and after about six hundred meters, the dense army of lizardmen completely disappeared on the left side of the mountain road, crossing a steep slope, and Jodi's team also disappeared on the other side.

Two thousand trolls are eyeing ahead, all kinds of aliens are following behind the lord's ass, the forbidden place of the legendary banishes, Bitmund, who almost wiped out the ice frontier a hundred years ago, has climbed it himself in his lifetime! What's even more exciting is the identity of a conqueror!

The thousand-year-old rage burned in the blood of every frontier warrior, the troll's hammer was more powerful, the barbarian's beard trembled with excitement, and the muscles of the berserker's body were agitated in every piece, reviving the sense of honor and epicness of the nation, and the thrill of conquering Nabitmund!

"Stop!"

The resolute and scorching back of the lord pulled down a twisted and slender shadow on the chalk, Wu Wenxu's face was not good, and he suddenly waved his right arm vigorously, signaling the warriors to stop.

The progress of exploring Bitmond is probably a quarter of the height of the Chalk Mountain, and the smell of moss is fishy like the bad breath of a cat eating fish into Wu Wenxu's nose, this area is mostly flat chalky soil, with occasional strange stone protrusions of dark gray, but it pierces straight into the sky.

The source of the stench is naturally the remains of marine organisms deposited in the flat ground for thousands of years, and this smell will not melt much in a few hundred years if it is placed on the plains with a suitable climate, but ......

Wu Wenxu got off the horse vigilantly, stared carefully at the pale mountain surface, the small granular pothole ground stepped on an abnormal feeling, extraordinary touch, Wu Wenxu's face became more and more solemn, but rubbed his boots against the chalk a few times, and a thick white liquid suddenly appeared under the soles of his shoes.

In an instant, Wu Wenxu's solemn eyes turned into stagnant!

Wu Wenxu suddenly raised his foot and roared loudly: "Retreat!" Fall back! ”

"Whoosh!"

An orange light emerged on the peak of the hovering gray mist, and in the blink of an eye, the orange light tore through the mist, Wu Wenxu suddenly raised his hand, and the Demon Drinking Knife quickly slashed towards the orange mang, the blade collided with the sinking wood, and there was a cracking sound in the air. It's clearly a blazing rocket!

At the same time that the rocket was destroyed and fell into the chalk, in the gray mist, countless orange rays continued to burst out, as if it was a chain reaction, making people's hearts beat violently, and everyone's pupils were filled with flames, and the speed of those arrows was so fast that people were caught off guard.

"Eat my grandson!"

Wukong was in charge, his arm rose and fell, and the stick that roared out easily swept hundreds of rockets, and the rockets were burned and fell down, and their movements, like a rewind in Wu Wenxu, slowed down, became slower, "Click! The first rocket fell to the ground gently, and Wu Wenxu's pupils dilated, but his whole face turned white.

It's all a trap from beginning to end!

The first rocket pierced through the chalk like an evil wind in Bitmund, and on the other side of the mountain, there was a scream echoing at the same time, the cry of the lizardman, and then the sound of human wailing and screaming was incessant, and the thrumble of the stone rolling down made the trolls almost unable to stand on their feet.

However, everyone no longer had the energy to care about the lives of others, because their eyes were completely filled with flames, and the hot temperature that suddenly surged around them was enough to melt the fossil blocks, Wu Wenxu's horse neighed, and its four hooves actually became soft and melted at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

The rocket ignited the sediment on the surface, making the mountain surface like ripe asphalt wriggling, and more and more flames made the melting rate of the chalk surface gradually intensify, and then a raging fire, in a few blinks of an eye, Wu Wenxu was completely surrounded by a sea of fire in all directions!

The snow maple tree with the soul elegy regulates the body, and Wu Wenxu is not very passive, but the trolls and berserkers and others do not have the perverted defense of the lord, and the flames in the thick melt are bursting straight up, and the unimaginable high temperature makes many trolls fall into the melt in pain.

As they got up, the condensed melt cracked their skin through cracks in the ground, and as they struggled hard, the flesh and bones rolled out of their bodies and crashed into the melt, splashing larger pieces of magma-like thick liquid in the screams of pain.

The chalky flats had been reduced to purgatory, and I don't know how much life had been planted in the solution, which had corroded the trolls' thick fur, and the ground was even scattered with pale bones that were gradually melting, and half of the body had vanished, revealing peristaltic veins, staring at the still melting head with eyes.

"Withdraw it for me!"

In the chaotic and screaming crowd, Wu Wenxu's angry roar was minimal.

The pupils reflected the flames, the blood streaks climbed into the eyeballs, Wu Wenxu's eyes were red, there was a scalding magma-like thick liquid on the ground, and there were swishing rockets in the sky, many rockets shot through the troll skull, tearing the brain, and kept inserting it out of the eye socket, I couldn't bear to see it!

This vast slope of chalk like a plain, the deadly viscosity of the ground is the work of the Iceborn alchemists, who use some kind of magic to make it dissolve with the chalk and adhere to the surface, but when it encounters high temperatures, it will form a qualitative transformation, completely releasing the magic particles contained in it, forming a natural trap that deprives the enemy of his life.

Wu Wenxu's army of wolves and tigers, the trolls were overwhelmed, but the berserkers and barbarians finally maintained the last trace of clarity, seeing the Monkey King wielding a flame stick to protect the lord and retreating, they no longer chose to struggle, but gritted their teeth and stepped on the corpses of their dead companions, desperately trying to escape from this flaming hell.

The arrows rained down, the flames raged, passing through the arms and chests of the soldiers, and there were tears that burst through the flesh everywhere, and the thick liquid melted the flesh and made a death sound of blood bubbles bursting, the tragedy of the war made Wu Wenxu and others suffer a bloody lesson!

With Wukong's tiger and tiger's powerful stick to resist the rain of arrows, Wu Wenxu fled down the mountain in embarrassment, he expected to be ambushed, but he didn't expect it to come so fast and so fierce!

The defeat in the battle for freedom a hundred years ago was not unreasonable.

Because Bitmund, the whole chalk mountain, is one of the biggest traps!

(End of chapter)