The middle section of the Ansol Mountains, a natural passage.

There is little sunshine and it is in a low-lying area, plus it is already in the White Land and Winter Castle. Therefore, the year-round snow in the passage has dropped the temperature quite a bit. I already felt the cold when I entered the white ground, but when I drilled into the valley passage, I instantly felt the cold air pouring in through the collar. Luckily, the entire skyrim is bitterly cold in winter. In addition, the bloodline passed down by the Gunods gave these soldiers of the Rift Valley a certain resistance to the cold, and there would be no casualties or anything like that because of the cold.

"Lord Harald, there's no problem with the road ahead!" Taniguchi, the scout team sent out has returned. Skyrim's horses are also hardy, not as good as the goats that can survive blizzards, but they can withstand the climate in this valley.

"Is there no problem?" Listening to the scout's report, Harald's brow furrowed even deeper.

"That's true, my subordinates led people all the way to the Dongcastle Territory on the other side of the valley without encountering any danger." So said the scout. "And we also explored a few places along the road, and there were no ambushes in the valley in a few places that were easy to ambush."

"No ambush?" Listening to the scout's debriefing, Harald muttered softly. "Since there is no ambush, let's go......"

As he spoke, Harald waved his hand lightly, motioning for the herald to give the order. The Rift Army, which had been waiting in place, finally slowly began to march towards the valley in front of them. Harald didn't have too many doubts about the scout's report, after all, they had been tested for potions when they returned, and nothing had happened that they had been controlled.

The sound ......of 5,000 people stepping on the snow was very chaotic, but fortunately, the snow on this section of the road was relatively solid, so it didn't have much impact on the speed of the whole team.

I don't know how long I walked, but no one made a sound along the way, maybe the whispered conversations were filtered out by the snow, but the silence in the air made it difficult for Harald to calm down, he always felt that he had overlooked something. "Uncle Ammid, don't you think there's something strange here?"

"Strange?" Ammid squinted his eyes and looked around, and as soon as Harald reminded him, he suddenly felt that something was wrong here, but it was difficult to say for a moment.

"I always feel like something......" Harald said helplessly as he looked into Ammid's eyes.

"Is there something missing? I feel that way too...... Maybe it's because it's so silent, we're halfway there, and we're almost there......" Ammid said, but his hand was still resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist out of unease. "We didn't slow down too much and should be able to get out soon, but thankfully the snow here is solid......"

At this point, Ammid suddenly paused, and he looked at Harald on the side in horror, and at the same time, he happened to see the look of understanding on Harald's face.

"Alert!" The silence around was a good way for Ammid's rough voice to come out, but since the snow was already silent, his voice didn't travel too far. Fortunately, there were special heralds at intervals, and when they heard the shout, they all shouted loudly.

Originally, it was not neat, but it was still orderly, and there was a little commotion for a while under this loud shout, but this commotion was quickly eliminated by the captains of each team. The whole marching procession finally came to a halt at this moment.

Why is the snow so solid? It stands to reason that this road is basically not going to be walked, and even if there is, it should be one or two occasionally, and there will be so many people there to compact the snow here?

Ambush! There must be an ambush! Harald and Ammid read the word in each other's eyes. But where is the ambush?!

Just as the team stopped, on the top of a cliff on one side of the valley, an undead warrior was silently watching what was happening below......

Blue Palace.

"My lord! Reinforcements from the Rift Valley had stopped before they reached our expected ambush site. They seem to have discovered something......" The necromancer Sataka suddenly opened his eyes and said to Ephris beside him.

"So why are you still stunned? Attack! Learn more from our mage, Lord Victor! Efcisis didn't look at the necromancer, but concentrated on trimming his nails. It's as if the five thousand people in front of her are nothing to worry about.

"Yes!" Sataka glanced at the crystal ball, just in time to see that the group of undead warriors that Victor was in charge of controlling had already turned over the snow covering their bodies and rushed towards the soldiers guarding in front......

"Made! These guys are hiding under the snow! I forgot that they didn't need to breathe and that they weren't afraid of the cold of the snow! Ammid looked at the undead warriors rushing in front of him, and then looked at the soldiers who had just suppressed the riot on his side, and couldn't help but curse for a while. None of the generals had ever fought with such organized undead, and they were all at the level of fighting against people or simply against the undead, without taking into account the strange ambushes that could be made with the undead. This is the habitual thinking that kills people.

But fortunately, Harald did not come to a dead end, looking at the nearly two thousand undead warriors, Harald also had a palpitation, if he hadn't just discussed this problem with Ammid, then it is estimated that he would have walked into the encirclement of these undead warriors now.

"Fire oil! Throwing! The absence of the encirclement gave Harald a lot of room to maneuver, and he raised his hand high and shouted loudly. After hearing the herald's order, the soldiers in the front row subconsciously threw down the half-moon collar fierce fire oil that had just been distributed in their hands.

Fortunately, the snow was compacted, and the oil tank shattered when it hit the ground, and the red oil with a hint of blue and purple immediately splashed on the surrounding snow and penetrated downward at a very slow speed. One can, two cans, and finally, after dozens of cans of fire oil were thrown out, the liquid joined together, dividing the valley into north and south.

"Ammid!" Harald saw that the oil had spread, and the ghouls rushing towards him in front of him did not have the slightest intention of stopping, and turned to Ammid, who had already prepared the rocket, and shouted a word.

"In!" As if he had a heart, after hearing Harald call out to himself, Ammid shot the arrow in his hand very decisively...... 10