The first wave of the Snow Mountain Alliance's tentative assault began before dawn, and the faint glimmer of dawn only pierced some of the darkness, revealing a small horn.

The sky was full of snow. As if to prepare for this impending war, the snow is getting heavier day by day.

When Chen Senran yawned and rushed to the high ground of the dining table, Galen was looking at the snow-capped wolf cavalry running wildly in the boundless snow curtain below the high ground through the faint light of the sky.

The wolf cavalry, no more than a hundred men and horses, did not form a group, but scattered from all angles like a race towards the high ground. Although their speed is fast and the wind and snow are majestic, with the geographical advantage of the table and the presence of those marksmen of the Alvarosa tribe, they can be used as targets.

But Galen just watched, and didn't have the slightest intention of ordering those Avarosa archers to move, firstly, because after repeated battles, bows and arrows were actually a little scarce, and there was no need to waste them at this time, on the other hand, the person in charge of the Snow Mountain Alliance was not a fool, and the other party would not send dozens of people under his command to run to death early in the morning for no reason.

They're going to demonstrate. Galen watched as the wolf cavalry that ran the fastest had sat down and the forefoot of the giant wolf had stepped on the corner of the high ground, and the thin man in tattered fur had nothing but madness in his eyes.

He must feel that he is honored, as long as he can rush to this high ground. This belief must also be distributed in the hearts of every wild man who follows him. They are going to give their lives to the first shock to the Avarosa tribe, to tell them that we are coming, that we have set foot on your last piece of land, and that you have little time to survive.

Death is doomed, so it's up to you to see who is the first to rush to that ridiculous high ground.

Inferior psychological tactics, if Galen is with 20,000 Demacians, this tactic is meaningless to him, but who told him that there are tens of thousands of Avarosa people behind him, so this tactic is absolutely useful, if the Avarosa people are defeated without a fight, then the meaning of staying in the north will be lost.

So no one should be allowed to set foot on the high ground an inch.

Not an inch. Galen took a deep breath, sucked the fine snow flakes into his chest, stabilized his nerves, he still didn't open his mouth to let people shoot arrows, but instead took a huge dragon lance from the hands of several Demacian stormtroopers beside him, and then raised it with one hand, slowly aiming at the wolf cavalry who was already galloping halfway at the moment.

Galen aimed at the thin man's eyebrows, and said softly, "Asdara Bista." "This is what he learned recently, and the other party is a warrior no matter what. It's a sign of respect for the warriors.

Before he set out on the expedition, he must have drunk strong wine. Galen thought to himself as he watched the fiery breath that melted the cold air around him from the man's mouth.

The dragon spear shot. The vast spear swept up an even more violent storm in the fierce cold wind, piercing through all the wind and snow that stood in its way, piercing through the dark canopy of the sky, and sending a series of piercing roars in the air.

In the end, it was accurately stabbed, no, it should be said that it was smashed.

The emaciated man's head was completely unable to withstand the stabbing of the huge dragon lance, and the moment it touched his eyebrows, the air sounded like a rotten watermelon being smashed.

"Bang-" There were white brains mixed with blood spraying into the air, and they were instantly frozen solid.

The spear continued to move forward, and with terrible inertia, it directly penetrated the giant wolf of the snow-capped mountain where the thin man was sitting, and before the wolf could struggle, he nailed a man and a wolf to the back of the road to the highlands, and the fierce wind and snow quickly froze them over, and from a distance they looked like an ancient statue that had stood here for thousands of years, hideous and terrifying.

In the wind, only the unknown bundle of animal hair at the end of the huge dragon lance was hunting.

The wolf cavalry who followed behind had a hint of hesitation, if they were just pierced by random arrows or long knives, they would have died heroically, but now this way of death ...... It can be said that Galen's terrible blow left a deep shadow on them, and even the most brave soldiers would be afraid of the unstoppable power of the spirits.

Gradually, the fastest soldier drank the giant wolf of the snow-capped mountain that sat down, and stayed in the place where his comrades' corpses were displayed, not daring to take half a step beyond the thunder pool, as if he was afraid that the moment he stepped out, his head would be split into countless petals like the unlucky ghost next to him.

More wolf cavalry stopped, and everyone at the end of the group stopped here, silently looking at Galen on the high ground, a little unsure of what to do.

If Galen had ordered the arrows to be released at that time, he would definitely have been able to wipe them out, but Galen didn't do that, he knew that only greater horror could give the other party an absolute shock.

Another five minutes passed, and the wildness in the hearts of the soldiers who began to accumulate snow began to swim restlessly again, and the boundless fear of that short moment began to dissipate, and someone whispered: "What are you afraid of, he is so powerful alone, let's run separately, he can't kill us, rush." ”

"That's right, come on, it's all about dying anyway, for the sake of the Great Snow Mountain Alliance."

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More and more voices rang out among the wolf cavalry, the crowd became restless, and the giant wolf of the snowy mountain under them began to roar incessantly, as if it smelled the death of their companions.

"Bang-" The first sound of stepping on the snow, the first person finally couldn't help but urge the snow wolf under the seat.

No dragon lance, no death. His face, which had been somewhat stunted due to years of lack of food, had an ugly smile. He began to sprint.

The end seems to be in sight. Five hundred yards......

I'm going to be synonymous with greatness......

Then he saw Galen. The devilish man was walking towards him step by step, and he wanted to turn around, but it was too late.

The next moment, Galen sank down and exerted his strength, and with a punch, the snow wolf under his seat blasted out of the air and flew more than ten yards, the sound of bones shattering in the air as crisp as fried beans.

And he, who was supposed to be a legend right away, was lightly pinched by Galen's neck at the moment of flying, as easily as a chick.

"Kara—" was the last voice he ever heard. It turns out that this is the sound of a broken neck...... He thought so at the end.

Galen did not rush to throw the corpse away, but carried it step by step to the men who were about to sprint, and then threw the corpse in front of them like garbage.

"Smack-" It wasn't until this moment that a little blood dripped out of the poor bastard's mouth.

The nerves of all the wolf cavalry jumped, and the original restless moment was lowered, and they were fiercely afraid to beat the giant wolf of the snowy mountain sitting down in order to suppress the restlessness and mania of those beasts.

Galen didn't look at them, but walked over to the hapless man nailed to the snow, and slowly began to draw the huge dragon lance.

"Puth hiss-" The spear was drawn out, inevitably making an unpleasant grinding sound against the recently dead body. Every sound of the voice struck the nerves of the wolf cavalry, and some of the less mentally armed men could no longer hold the knife in their hands.

"Kill him......" someone shouted, shouting very softly, and the color was fierce.

"Right...... Kill...... Kill him. "More people should be reconciled.

The people who were originally terrified were like people before drowning who had grasped the most sinister straw, and they breathed heavily, trembling and raised the rugged long knives in their hands.

Those snow-capped giant wolves finally couldn't help but let out a long howl looking up to the sky.

Galen was still drawing his gun.

"Kill !!" The first man rushed out of the jap, and the man leaped high with the wolf and pressed down on the top of Galen's head, as if intending to tear the terrible man to pieces.

"Zheng-" The dragon spear was finally pulled out, and at the moment before the wolf was about to tear Galen's skin, Galen indifferently glanced at the wolf cavalry who was pressing down, and stepped forward to take out the gun.

"Shhhh

The sudden splatters of blood stained Galen's body, and the blood froze rapidly, as if Galen had put on a layer of scarlet armor again.

Dead. The men with the knives froze there again, looking coldly at Galen, at the rising bird he had lifted alof.

The wind is as strong as the roar of the devil. Everyone's blood vessels seem to be frozen.

I don't know who was the first to flee in fear, and then collapsed, and those wolf cavalry began to flee all over the mountains.

"Invincible !!" Chen Senran looked at the man standing proudly under the high ground, and was the first to shout the horn of victory.

"Invincible !!" A roar greater than the wind echoed throughout the table.

The first course, it was delicious.

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The first update. Nearly 3,000 words of chapter.

Take a break and see if you can write the second update.