In just two minutes of offensive and defensive battles, the frost insect body and the proto-insect body had already done their best.

Chen Feng stood up from the ground and gasped, he had just experienced the battlefield from death to life again. The palpitating protozoan body breathed its chaotic breath. He knew that the power and speed of the adrenal instinct had just been aroused, and that if he stopped, he might immediately lose his strength and fall. This state of affairs did not last long. He must defeat the mad Frost Worm in no time.

The condition of the frost insect body is not much better than him, and the stubborn Mocara is actually very seriously injured, and when he rushed into the cavalry formation just now, he was stabbed into a bloody hole by the cavalry's spear and the momentum of the war horse. Fortunately, the Frost Worm has a strong recovery ability and a tenacious will, so on the surface, it is not obvious how badly he is injured. However, with that level of attack, even if the Burning Giant Worm was hit, it wouldn't be much better.

The simple bandage was completely soaked with blood, and the blood oozing from the wound consumed the physical strength of the frost insect body every second, coupled with the newly inflicted sword wound on his left arm just now, making the face that should have been blood-red extremely pale. The hand holding the war hammer was shocked by the ground due to the force of the force, and he lost consciousness for a while.

With both of them seeking a quick battle, the proto-insect body that raised the long sword on the ground re-faced the swift attack of the frost insect body battle axe. The sound of war howls echoed throughout the Frost Plains and the frozen forests around them.

The winds in the Northland are dry and cold, which seems to indicate that the living conditions here are cruel and cold.

Mocara looked at the tip of the sword, which was only a finger away from his Adam's apple, and swallowed involuntarily. The blood-colored warhammer fell to the snow. It seems that the heart is unwilling to emit a gloomy green light. The simple bandage was stained red, and the blood of the frost worm was running down the edge of the shattered armor. Drop by drop fell on the snow in the north. His breathing became heavy and cloudy with a strong smell of blood. The hand that was supposed to hold the warhammer was now pressed in vain against the wound, and the tomahawk in his left hand stopped five finger widths away from the arm where the sword was held by the native insect body.

They just stood there, as if time had stood still at this moment. Cold sweat ran down the forehead of the protozoa, forming a smear of ice crystals on the chin.

"You've won!" The frost insect body put away the battle axe, and the three short words were like a thousand heavy burdens. Word by word, he spat out the mouth of the frost worm.

"The Warhammer is yours, and I want you to cherish it." Mocera's personality has always been so bold, and she is willing to gamble and lose. Although he doesn't often bet with people.

"It's a lose-lose situation." The protozoa throws away the sword in its hand. Picked up the hammer. Reaching out to wipe the snow from above, the Warhammer immediately responded with a burst of dazzling green light.

"If I kill you, I'll lose my right hand forever to wield the hammer." He handed the hammer over. Chen Feng didn't think he had the weapon to win the Frost Worm Body in the true sense of the word. As a good fighter, he has a strong sense of honor, and if he thinks he hasn't gotten the hammer in the open, he won't accept it anyway. However, he ignored the stubborn temper of the Frostworm.

"Humph! Don't think I'm hurt. It's not a fair duel. You know, it's not just someone with that bad weapon who can outwhelm even a wounded frost worm. ”

The words of the frost insect body were three parts cold and three parts angry.

"If you kill me, you'll get the hammer today. But it's not just your right hand that costs it. Now it's fair that you keep my life and I keep your hand. Protozoa, you deserve it. Take it! The Frost Worm said as he turned to leave.

"Remember my name, Venerable Frost Worm. I'm Chen Feng, if you need help in the future, I will be your friend forever. ”

The protozoa held the hammer high above their heads, and the sun shone down from this angle. The artifact's blood-colored light flowed through his body. It blended perfectly with his blood-colored skin, as if this divine light was emanating from him.

The frost insect body looked at the sight. A little dazed. Could it be the legendary Blessing of Derensa? The scarlet warhammer emitted a glow that he hadn't seen since he made it.

He began to wonder if the god wanted him to give the warhammer to the proto-insect body in the first place, and the frost insect body shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Remember the name of this warhammer -- Kuroskai, and its maker is Mocera. "The sound of frost insects drifting from the distance of the snow.

The dry and cold wind quickly took away the bloodshed of the battlefield talents, and the Northland buried all the losers in his own way. Here, failure and death are forever linked.

Memories took Chen Feng out of the tent, stretching his scarred body and basking in the winter sun. In the distance, several young infantrymen looked at the newly appointed chieftain from afar, talking with admiration about the scars on his body. It is a testament to his experience in a hundred battles, and it is the most naturally beautiful medal behind countless honors.

"Chief, there's news from the South. The Obsidian King Chief of the Black Mountain Insect Body Tribe rescued the Great Chief of the Wind King Demon and left the Crouching Insect Mountain. The native insects of the north are free! A signal soldier excitedly carried this exciting news and rushed to Chen Feng all the way shouting. Wherever he passed, the thunderous laughter of the proto-insect body erupted.

Chen Feng, who was immersed in happy memories, couldn't help but roar with deep infected: "Let's go south and go to Woworm Mountain to meet our people." ”

In the life of the Frost Worm, the only thing he did that didn't resemble the Frost Worm was to use the Kuroskai Warhammer to make a bet with the Native Worm.

In the eyes of all frost insects, as well as non-frost insects, this is undoubtedly the craziest and most unlikely thing. However, whenever he was asked, he always said, "That was the will of Drenza, and it was God who blessed the warhammer in the hands of the protozoa." Besides, I lost the best warhammer of my life, but I won my best friend for life. ”

Finding the lost hammer had always been Mocera's dream, and now he held the artifact and gently stroked the forbidden inscription on it. It is the pride of all frost insects, and is the work of the first king of snowworms.

Legend has it that it possesses the power to bring the true god of Delensa to its users.

But no one has ever really seen the gods descend on the user, and this is just an old legend. Mocara also believed that it was just a legend, believing that no one could withstand the power of the gods.

The sun shone on the pale blue hammer, sending out a slight vibration, and all the forbidden inscriptions glowed with pale blue light, responding to the power of the morning light.

The Frost Worm's thoughts went back in time again, and he looked into the distance, and lay down in a more comfortable position. Immerse yourself in the memories......

"Be careful, boy! You're going to hurt yourself like that. Mocara pulled down a fireworm that rushed ahead, a blacksmith with no experience, and due to the proliferation of undead insects, even the frost insects could not hide in their pits.

The entire Lying Worm Mountain has fallen and has become a paradise for the undead worms. The unarmed Worms were forced to leave their homes and advance further north, and the ancient mountains of the Frost Worms were no longer safe.

The frost insects of the Iron Mountain Worm Lair were the first to step up, organizing a limited army to help the humanoids retreat, while relentlessly fighting the undead worm legions that roamed the Northlands. A large number of blacksmiths took up arms and were assigned to the front line, and the young King of Snowworms led a large number of newly arrived warriors to the front line to rescue the humanoid refugees besieged by the undead insect army. But now they themselves were besieged, and the number of enemies far exceeded their expectations.

"There are so many enemies that I can't kill them all!" As he spoke, he cut in half an insectivore that flew up. The rotting flesh and the malevolent tone of the frost insect body can be said to be shocking.

However, the undead insects had no fear, and more insectivores crowded around, forcing the improvised positions of the frost insects with axle weights to the water. Countless gray figures, spitting out long red tongues and emitting a foul smell, attacked from every angle imaginable by the frost worms, and many even flew down from the air. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m.qidian to read. )9