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Snow-based, winter-cold? Fuhang's memory is a little fuzzy. But Fuhang still vaguely recognized the lich in front of him. In fact, most of the lichs are really no different, except for their different bodies and clothes. It is extremely difficult for Fuhang to get to know Yuki-Winter.

However, as a game enthusiast, Fuhang, it makes sense to know Snowbase Winter. In the game, Snowbase Winter, he is a bento leader, and there are not many scenes, and even many players don't know this lich.

However, in this real world. Fu Hang clearly saw the strength of this lich, the third order of the epic. It is two levels higher than Fuhang. Fuhang hesitated, if Fuhang detonated these goblin earth mines, it would definitely be exposed to the eyes of this lich, and with his strength, the entire team members would become cannon fodder because of themselves.

Epic third order, just think about Sal's strength is clear.

Fu Hang muttered in his heart, and the fierce ideological struggle made a layer of cold sweat ooze down his spine.

Talma was not wrong, the strength of Snowy Winter did make them fearful.

However, it's hard to come and go back so-so? Fuhang was also a little unwilling.

The magic energy artillery group slowly drove over under the control of Ge Erlei. These scientists of the Burning Legion cherish these mechanical objects, and they are inseparable from these magical cannons.

When the magic energy artillery group really drove in front of the Fuhang team, Fuhang was a little suffocated with nervousness. Whether to press or not to press. Pressed, all these magic cannons were blown up into the sky, and if you don't press it, you will return empty-handed, and the lives of yourself and your team members can be saved for the time being.

Thatch couldn't bear it anymore, he crawled over and asked eagerly: "Captain, if it can't be blown up, my hands are itchy." ”

Fu Hang calmed down, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his long sleeves, and asked in a low voice, "Are you afraid of death?" ”

The team members were silent for a while, and none of them made a sound, and indeed no one wanted to joke with their lives.

Ten seconds later, though, Bane Bloodhoof spoke, "Captain, whatever happens, I'll follow you." ”

Bane is not afraid of death, because, among the members of the squad, he carries a responsibility that no one can match. He was the only son of Chief Kane, and he told Sù that he should not be cowardly, because one day he would stand on the Thunder Bluff and command his people.

Thunder Cliff did not want a minotaur with no merit and merit to be the chief. Bane Bloodhoof knows this.

"There's one person, what about the rest of the squad?" Fu Hang asked again, asking for the opinions of the team members.

Fuhang didn't want to joke about the lives of other people, this mission was extraordinary.

"Don't be afraid, captain, I'll follow you." Thatch, Cartier, and Talma said in unison.

"Since everyone is not afraid, then blow up the fucking Burning Legion. Phew, you have a special delivery! Fu Hang screamed, and the lever in his hand fell in response.

Boom！ Dust from stone chips filled the sky.

The entire section of the road was blown up into the sky by these five goblin earth mines, and countless mechanical parts and Grayley's flesh and blood flew in the air.

With the blurred vision, Fuhang didn't have time to see the team's masterpiece. Hurriedly shouted: "Retreat, run." ”

Fu Hang estimated that the entire magic energy artillery group had been blown up by half. There's no regret anymore, the only thing to do now is to run, to run with my life.

Snowy Winter was still floating in the air, and the explosion didn't hurt him much. The lich's body may seem weak, but it is not, and powerful magic binds their bodies and imprisons them with magic. As a result, their bodies appear extremely tough.

A faint sneer floated on Snowki's face. Although everyone can't see it, (skull face, it's not too much to see it). "Why are the visitors of the tribe in such a hurry?"

With a flick of the long sleeves of the long-sleeved mage of Snowbase Winter, the icy frost magic lingered around the lich's body. A giant magic matrix of more than 50 meters instantly appeared under Xueji Winter.

Frost Nova! The awe-inspiring cold air greeted a hoarse chant of magic as it swept through the magical jungle where the Fuhang team had fled.

The overwhelming cold did not lose face for the epic third-order lich. A series of bursts of frost swept the roadside jungle into flames. The devastating froststorm swept all the members of the Navigation Team into the sky.

The biting chill made Fuhang unable to say a word. Fuhang is not wrong, if he blows up the magic energy artillery, his team will be annoyed. This is an epic third-order lich. Gianna, Grom, Woking, the Queen, and Thrall are not around, these heroes are not on this battlefield, and it is completely impossible for Fuhang's squad to escape.

Snowy Winter seems to be deliberately saving the members of the Fuhang team. The violent frost blast didn't touch their bodies, but only froze them.

As soon as Xueji Winter's snow-white bone fingers were raised, all the members of the Fuhang team were pulled over. The people imprisoned by the frost have no power to resist, and can only be at the mercy of Yuki-Winter.

"I didn't expect that the heroes of the tribe would dare to take the initiative to attack, I didn't expect it at all, but what you have done must be repaid with your own lives." Snowbase Winter's ability to save them was not because they were soft-hearted, but because they wanted to strengthen the Scourge Legion.

"What do you want to do?" Fuhang's body was sealed, but his mouth was well kept.

"There's no denying that you're all elite warriors, so why don't you serve my Scourge Legion. With a holy light physique like you, you will definitely be a powerful death knight after death. Not even Tyrone Bloodseeker can match your potential. Tsk, the Holy Light Physique, the purest and purest Holy Light power, the soul after death will definitely be sublimated. Yuki-Handong looked at Fuhang appreciatively.

This greedy look made Fuhang feel a little frightened. "Damn, if you want to kill or chop, the system respects, don't look at Lao Tzu with that kind of eyes."

"?" Yuki: Winter's voice was at a loss for a moment, apparently not understanding what Fuhang was thinking.

Yuki-Winter's interest in the support of the Holy Light System is extremely high, and he has only seen one of them like this. He was not a lich at the time, but a human, and when he was immersed in cultivating necromancy with Kel'thugad, he met Uther, the leader of the Silver Hand at the time. When he first saw Uther, the necromancy in his body seemed to be terrifying, and the wordless power of the Holy Light made him tremble.

This time, he saw such a human with a holy light physique again, although he lost half of his magic cannon, he could get such a captive. In his heart, even if the entire group of magical energy artillery was blown up into the sky, Xueji Coldwinter felt that it was an equivalent deal.

The Death Knight with the Holy Light physique will surely become a sharp blade for the Scourge Legion.

However, this can only be done if Fu Hang personally dedicates his soul.

"We can make a deal, young human."