"Ibek, dwarven despicable! Today, you and your clan will be wiped out of this world by the righteous Dwarven Order! ”

When the Hammer Patriarch Ovge had a fever in his head, he rose to his feet even after being wounded and continued to fight feverishly.

On the other hand, Thorin of the Stone Fist Clan had no impulsiveness, and the team he led was always dense, close to each other, and close to each other.

By now, the Hammer Clan Ofg has only left the Commander of the Light Pole Ofg.

The two hundred dwarven warriors around Thorin seemed to have turned into a monster, and had only one heart. The entire detachment was winding and stretching, like a coelenterate link, and the casualties were the least.

At this point, it only takes a glance for Yang Jiangong to tell who the final victory belongs to.

Sure enough, at the end of the battle, as a roar of rage rang out, the Cold Iron Dwarven warriors fell to the battlefield one by one, their screams endless.

In the end, Thorin's powerful sword directly pierced the head of the Cold Iron Patriarch Ibek. It collapsed on the blood-soaked steps, and the Stormhammer in its hand finally changed hands......

Seeing that the head of the Cold Iron Patriarch Ibek was pierced, those rabble formed the Ice Werewolf and began to flee in all directions. Yang Jiangong did not order the pursuit.

The two-hour time limit is coming to an end.

In order not to return to Loel Cardin on foot, Yang Jiangong immediately resigned. What will happen next, he was already able to foresee.

The dwarves are a jealous and stubborn race, and if the first half of the war is a contest of courage and glory. Then the second half of the war was a tragic massacre.

The other male dwarves of the Cold Iron Clan, including young children and old men, could not escape a large net of hunting.

"Kill - kill all the despicable Coldiron Clan!"

The hatred in the heart of the Hammer Patriarch Ovge could not be vented. His angry roar was tantamount to pronouncing the death sentence of the Cold Iron Clan. Even if Thorin tried to stop it, he couldn't get rid of this grudge. Thorin finally agreed, sparing only all the female dwarves of the Cold Iron Clan.

Meanwhile.

The Elven Forest in the immediate vicinity of the Cross Mountain War Zone.

The climate of the Fairy Forest is strange, and in other places it is still autumn and has begun to enter the winter first, only to see the white expanse between the sky and the earth, and the snowflakes falling from the sky one after another. It was as if white tents had been pulled up all around, and the earth immediately became covered in silver.

When Cicero woke up again, he was lying on a large warm bed. The room is crystal clear, and you can see the snow outside, as if you are inside a transparent glass. The room is decorated with ice sculptures in different postures, like works of art. It's as big as a table. As small as a piece of jewelry, all of them are a shiny color.

With so many ice sculptures placed in the room, Cicero didn't feel the cold, he reached out and touched the 'cup' at the head of the bed, only to realize that they were not the ice sculptures he thought they were, these seemed to be a kind of crystal.

"You're awake!"

An old voice rang in Cicero's ear.

Cicero turned his head and saw a fair face and wise eyes. On the pointed chin, a wisp of goat's beard floats. The most amazing thing is. Behind the old man, there was a pair of crystal wings, and the shape of the wings was like a large butterfly.

"Who are you? Where am I? ”

Realizing that his greatsword was missing, and thinking of the last scene before losing consciousness, Cicero immediately became a little wary, especially against non-human creatures with wings.

And the old man with wings seemed to see through Cicero's thoughts. Those small, but very attentive eyes, revealed a cold and sharp look. "If the elves want to do your best, let you freeze to death in the snow below the Cross Mountain."

"Human, if you don't want to be thrown out, then please answer my question now, don't say what didn't ask you."

"Now, I ask you, who are you?"

At first glance, this can be said to be a kind old man, whose hair is combed very carefully without a trace of messiness. The silver strands of white hair were clearly visible in the black hair. In the slightly sunken eye sockets, a pair of dark brown eyes reveal the vicissitudes of time.

Cicero knew from just looking at his eyes that this old man with wings and elves was anything to fool around. Including what he just said, he definitely didn't just want to scare himself.

It's just that although goblins hate humans, they hate orcs even more. So Cicero didn't expect to be in any danger.

As for the thoughts in the elf's old head, he had long wanted to throw Cicero out and let him freeze to death in the ice and snow. The reason why he hadn't done so yet was because of his granddaughter, Elena, who had picked up the human from the Cross Mountain.

"I am an officer of His Majesty King Lolcadin and commander of the First Warrior Brigade of the Glorious Legion - Cicero!"

Cicero's high-profile reply obviously aroused a trace of surprise from the old man. He looked Cicero up and down again, "Your Majesty King Lolcadin?" Well, it's the glorious deity. Guardian of the thousand-year-old empire? ”

A pair of sharp, indifferent eyes continued to stare at Cicero, waiting for his next answer.

"Not bad. But who are you? ”

Seeing that the elven old man was still kind, Cicero quietly reached the side of the bed with one hand, trying to retrieve his sword.

"I advise you not to move, for no one in this room who is dishonest or wants to be rude will continue to live in this world. In the time you want to raise your right hand, I can kill you three times! ”

The sudden warning made Cicero sluggish.

And the cross sword leaning on the side of the bed reached the palm of the fairy old man's hand in the blink of an eye, and in the next breath, the sharp tip of the sword had already pressed against Cicero's throat. Now the fairy old man only needs to gently send his sword upwards again to deprive him of his life.

The elven old man glanced at Cicero with disdain and said, "You can beg for mercy." ”

Although still naked, Cicero did not allow such insults. He got up from his bed and stared at the old goblin without fear. "I'm so grateful to that beautiful fairy lady for saving my life from the snow. I'll be happy to answer your questions as well. But one thing, don't think of me like a coward or a prisoner. I am an officer, a warrior. If necessary, I will redeem my glory with blood! ”

Staring into Cicero's fearless eyes, the elf old man finally withdrew the sword in his hand. But the wooden staff in his other hand lightly touched Cicero's forehead, a faint halo. The human warrior with his stomach wrapped in bandages quickly fell asleep.

The fairy old man played with the sword in his hand and said to himself, "A broad-bladed version of the long sword." It can be used with one hand or as a two-handed weapon. No less than 300 catties, the third-order profession is considered a powerful swordsman among humans. ”

When Cicero woke up again, it was already the next day.

The room was empty, and he took off his ** robe from the crystal shelf next to him. Cover the body. Buttoned up his clothes, and then walked outside the house in a hurry.

At this time, the sky was still covered with goose feathers and heavy snow. Stand in a beautiful elven manor, in Cicero's view, a leprechaun city nestled in the forest. All kinds of towering pine-like trees stand around this city with natural beauty, like a sun umbrella, making the whole fairy habitat a good hide.

"Roar!"

After the mournful warning sound. The first to surround Cicero were three burly white apes with long forelimbs. It can be nearly twice the body length. Stand up with your hands hanging down almost to the ground.

The three white apes moved quickly, encircling Cicero in place.

Through the gap between the white apes, Cicero also saw many small objects with transparent wings, the size of a fist. Legend has it that the little goblins under the age of 12 are all of this size, and they are really good.

Cicero was bare-handed, secretly putting on a defensive posture. He could tell from the height of the three white apes that they were close to three meters tall and their rugged and burly physiques that these creatures were not characters to be messed with.

However, the elf old man stood not far away, staring at Cicero's every movement with a pair of indifferent eyes, and he was about to try Cicero through the white ape.

Suddenly, a crisp girlish voice came from behind him, stopping him from thinking.

"Stop!" The girl who fell into Cicero's eyes was about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a pointed melon seed face, crystal eyes, and a dazzling aura around her body. She looks more radiant than snow, and she is actually a snow elf girl with a beautiful face. He is about the same height as a dwarf, only half the size of a normal human.

"Grandpa, what are you doing? And you, all stand down! ”

The girl with a pair of transparent wings behind her was angry at the fairy old man, and the three white apes seemed to be able to understand human language, and seemed to respect the girl very much. Without waiting for the old man to give the order, they dispersed.

Cicero then learns from the old fairy man's mouth that this is a teenage fairy named Elena, and it is she who saved herself.

"Elena, the origin of this human you brought back is unknown, we can't let him run around." The fairy old man wanted to be serious about his granddaughter, but looking at the smiling face that always hung on his face, he knew that the old man loved his granddaughter very much.

"He is the human I rescued, a human warrior against the orc invasion. We, the elves, why should we embarrass a human ally in distress. Besides, he's just alone. Grandpa, you often tell me that the enemy of our enemy is our friend! ”

Elena had big black eyes flashing, waist-length hair like a waterfall, and simply bunned her hair. Two pieces and crystal headdresses are casually embellished in the hair, making the waist-length hair like a waterfall look more soft and moisturized.

"Beautiful young lady, thank you for saving my life."

In the middle of the conversation between the old and the young, Cicero stepped forward and expressed his gratitude to the snow elf girl Elena very politely.

Seeing Cicero approaching, the three white apes who had scattered behind were vigilant, and they wanted to surround them again, but they saw Elena's feigned angry eyes.

"Pretty polite human kid."

A gleam flashed in the elven old man's eyes, and he stood beside Elena with a wary expression. It seemed that Cicerodo looked at his granddaughter and he was nervous.

"Human, what's your name? Where are your companions? ”

As Elena spoke, six more white apes were added around Cicero, and all nine white apes in total surrounded him. It's all the work of the elf old man, intent on intimidating Cicero.

This scene, in Cicero's eyes, is also very interesting.

Elena is such a beautiful fairy girl, she is her own savior. When he knew that this little old man was her grandfather, Cicero really didn't mean to blame it in the slightest. After all, Cicero was not a despicable person who did not know gratitude.

Elena looked at Cicero, and it was clear from her big curious eyes that she was curious about Cicero.

You know, in normal times, it's good for aliens to come in, let alone find it.

Cicero simply replied, "I am an officer of His Majesty King Lolcadin and commander of the First Warrior Brigade of the Glorious Legion - Cicero!" As for my companions......" said Cicero's eyes, a little dim, "they were all killed in battle. ”

They were all killed in battle!??

Cicero's words made Elena's eyes hazy. The look in his eyes towards Cicero also became more admiring and sympathetic.

But no one expected that at this time, Cicero's mind heard the voice of King Lolcadan, the god of radiance.

“…… Great, Cicero, you're alive. Your gods and your majesty the king are watching you, and if you say the incantation, I will come to you with me. ”

The fairy old man saw that Cicero's eyes suddenly only had the whites of his eyes, and he directly pulled away Elena beside him. And loudly instructed a few white apes to stop this human.

"Elena, I told you a long time ago not to bring aliens into our habitat. The master behind this human has a crystal ball of knowledge, and at this moment, he is watching us. Now for the safety of the Fairy Forest, this human must be destroyed. ”

The old goblin with a flushed face hugged his granddaughter tightly. But at the end of Cicero's words, "My sword shines with silver light." By the time of this sentence, it was already too late.

The figures at the scene flickered, and then they heard a short 'bang bang......' and the white apes flew out upside down on the spot.

Titan's Grip.

Crit!

"White-haired monster, get out of here!"

After drinking hard, the huge white ape fell to the ground, and even spit out mouthfuls of crimson blood.

Silver boots stepped on the soft snow, and a heavily armed figure appeared in the eyes of the goblin.

Radiant Emperor, King of Lol Cardan, Guardian of Humanity, Yang Jiangong was dressed in heavy Radiant Armor and held the Sword of Maia, and sent it to the elf old man, "He is a warrior under the Banner of Radiance, and I am the King of Lol Cardan, the Lord of Radiance!" (To be continued......)