The loess gravel hanging in the air on both sides of the river fell into the deep valley because of the mecha rushing back and forth.

The span of the Heishui River Valley is very wide, the shortest distance between the two banks of this estuary is also a span of 300 meters, and the depth is nearly 100 meters high because of the rain in the upper reaches of the river all year round, and the mountain wall is as straight as an axe and a knife, which can be said to be a natural danger.

However, with the current manpower and material resources of the expeditionary force, it is not difficult to build a simple and strong bridge on top of it for their army to cross the river. Those perverted zombies have a variety of skills, and under a unified command, the efficiency of their workmanship is also very high.

If this bridge is built, the orcs who occupy the geographical advantage will lose a great advantage. So it is necessary to spoil this situation.

"Boss, what are we going to do? Do you want to withdraw first?"

Xiong Li anxiously asked, this is not this funny and brave panda warrior cowardice, but the position they are in now, once the opponent's army crosses the river, then they will face each other head-on, and when the time comes, there is no other choice.

"Wait!"

The biting cold wind of late autumn seemed to take away all the heat in Sun Dashuai's head, and his thoughts were calm and terrifying, he slowly glanced around, and a smug smile suddenly appeared on his face, and a better idea flashed in his mind.

Although the surrounding warriors did not understand Sun Dashuai's decision, they had a long-term habit that they would not oppose any decision made by the chieftain.

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The cold wind gradually rose and whistled by, and only the sound of the bridge construction seemed to be in full swing in the cold valley, and the ordinary zombie soldiers in the cold wind sweated to their heart's content.

Although there is only a thin layer of space in the gorgeous foam tent, the warm and spacious tent is very different from the ice and snow outside, and in the round tent with a length of dozens of meters and a width of tens of meters, there are three rows of bone carvings and a luxurious long table with gold edges.

On each table were more than a dozen sets of splendid and delicate glittering jade tableware, bone flasks with golden veins and rubies, and all kinds of jade, horn, gold, silver, and crystal-colored fine wine glasses, which shimmered with red lustre, like flowing ruby-like blood and wine.

At the foot of the tent is a fine blanket woven from the hair of a selected animal, covered with golden silk threads with totems such as thorn flowers, bats, and wolves representing the dark family.

The stools of the guests were painted with gold lacquer and topped with soft velvet cushions, while the Most Honorable Angel sat a chair in lacquered gold encrusted with precious stones and large pearls.

The four chair legs are replaced by bony fighting beasts, and on the backrest is a hydra with its wings outstretched and ready to fly. Although he is not very accustomed to this kind of dark culture, Morishima still feels a deep sense of satisfaction when he sees these murderers at least show that he is bowing to himself.

In the center of the tent was a large square oak table, with sturdy oak legs sunk deep into the soft and delicate blanket.

On the table, there are all kinds of gold and silver bone utensils, melons, fruits, vegetables, roasted mutant beasts, bacon, and all kinds of luxurious delicacies that are rare in the wasteland.

The steaming heat was filled with the aroma of wine, meat, melon and fruit, and even the spice smell of the woman, all kinds of smells mixed together, making this luxurious tent full of dark and extravagant atmosphere.

The richly dressed nobles and pale faces sat proudly behind the lavish long tables, enjoying the rare food of ordinary zombies, while whispering about the simplicity of the party and the roughness of the food and drink.

His Excellency the Most Venerable Angel sat in his own splendid position at the top, and even the mountains of wine and delicacies in front of him did not make his gloomy face look any better.

If he can't complete the family's explanation, I'm afraid his good life will come to an end, so how can he be in the mood to enjoy it.

The only people in the hall who were qualified to sit beside the angels were a few other noble nobles and mysterious and mysterious oracles of light.

The oracle wore a scarlet robe and wore a hood on his head, hiding his entire face in deep shadow. Sometimes it's as if there is no body there, just a cloud of air, or a ball of light.

Even when he enjoyed food and wine, he was sent into the shadow of his hat with his palm, which was pale and parched, and could even see the veins and bones.

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"Your Excellency, in fact, you don't need to worry, at the current speed, by this time tomorrow, we will be able to truly walk on the land of the Warcraft Forest!"

A richly dressed nobleman with a black silk tunic inlaid with gold and precious stones held up his crystal cup filled with red glass to His Excellency Motojima Morishima, and smiled in a loud voice that didn't care.

"Your Excellency Dimon, on the front line of the expeditionary force, when the soldiers are busy building bridges in the cold wind, do you think it is a suitable time for a banquet?"

Morishima Genangel's tone was dissatisfied, if such a banquet was placed after their victory, it would be ten times more luxurious, a hundred times, he would give a smile to every hero, but now is really not the time.

Now, on the banks of this damn Blackwater Valley, these depraved bastards who only know how to accumulate money, pleasures, and old women must take advantage of the time to have a banquet, not to mention the possible enemy attack at any time, once the scene here spreads, the sergeants outside must complain in their hearts, and they have no heart to fight.

Although it is impossible for the low-level zombies to say anything, those zombie generals with a certain amount of intelligence and the officers and soldiers they brought from the Federation will definitely be dissatisfied.

To be precise, the Federation sergeants who are now braving the cold wind have begun to complain, especially the light infantry who are forced to supervise the zombie labor.

"Oh, dear sir, you see it too! it's not a decent banquet, is it?"

Lord Dimont pursed his lips and glanced at the wine and delicacies piled up around him: "This is just an ordinary dinner party, all of you are dark nobles with noble blood, knights from long-established families, you can't let these noble warriors fight with inferior wheat flour and smoked meat!"

Saying that, Dimon apologized apologetically to the Hammer Head in the corner: "By the way, of course, there is also the powerful Baron Hammer!"

The tone full of mockery made Tan Hammer's thick brows jump: "Damn, this kind of noble banquet is not the place where I, a big boss, should stay!"

He sneered disdainfully, got up angrily and looked around at everyone, and his burly body shook off the curtain viciously and walked out.

"Hmph... Little cub who doesn't know how to count!" Dimon scoffed, but the voice was loud enough to make Hammer's face flush with anger as he walked out of the tent.