"Mr. Long, what about my people?" Bai He put Sifu on top of a high snow-capped mountain, and as soon as the elf girl landed, she saw that the town had become a small one, and asked a little anxiously.

"Your people, aren't your enemies just these coarse, stupid-looking whiteskins?" Shirakawa snorted disdainfully as he looked at the group of armies that appeared on the other side of the snowfield, "What's so great about them?"

His body glowed and he began to transform into a prototype.

"Huh?" Sifu froze for a moment, watching Bai He gradually turn into a dragon form, and the exaggerated set of armor on his body, and shouted in surprise: "Mr. Long, you have become bigger." ”

Bai He snorted, flapped his wings and flew up: "Stay honest." ”

On the stone wall of Snow Swamp Town, Chasarine looked at the snowfield in the distance, and the farsighted spell looked at the snowfield in the distance, and the trembling sensation hit her mind one after another.

The White Orcs are fierce and warlike, and although their culture may seem vulgar and barbaric, once they form an army, they become well-trained and disciplined.

They wore different styles of crude armor, and the weapons they held in their hands were of different sizes, and their mounts were even more diverse, from winter wolves to snow bears, and all kinds of hardy species that could be ridden in the Northland, making the whole team seem to be scattered and very unordered.

But that's just a layman's opinion.

Chasaline has ruled Snow Marsh Town for more than 500 years, and has dealt with many white orc safari groups, so she naturally knows that these natural warriors, hunters, and snatchers actually hide the war instinct that has been tempered for thousands of years under the seemingly disorderly formation, and if an army rashly attacks, it will find that the white orc formation it faces can exert the full power of their equipment and mounts, and there will be no situation where the system is not uniform and gets in the way of each other.

This vanguard will not be weaker in hand-to-hand combat than any elite army of the same number in the Antas countries.

Chasaline exhaled softly, turning to the two envoys who were under the guard of a dozen Alliance guards in the distant watchtower, Alliance Commander Fatalin and his Guard Captain Langoff.

When they first met, she said that she sent her daughter to the rear, and this matter was temporarily fooled.

The Fatalin commander also brought the news that Chasaline had dreamed of - reinforcements would arrive half a day earlier, and before that, they would last at least two hours.

Two hours.

Patriarch Chasalyn gritted her teeth, it was only two hours.

"They're coming!

She stood at the top of the city and shouted, the orc vanguard on the ice field showing its full view on the horizon, and they continued to advance, their mounts and steps at different paces, but in an almost orderly rhythm.

"Lord Fatalin, don't you want reinforcements to be launched in advance?" Above the tower, the captain of the guard, Langev, asked Fatalin, "I suspect that this place will only last for an hour at most, and by that time, even if reinforcements come, the guards here may be dead and wounded." ”

"Don't worry, how can we show the value of our strength until the mountains and rivers are exhausted, not to mention wouldn't it be nice to weaken their strength?" Fatalin smiled, he was tall and handsome, half a head taller than most snow elf males, his long silver-white hair was neatly combed, a pair of slender eyelids looked shrewd, his nose line was clear, his face was full of heroism, and the long clothes on his body made him look even more noble: "Langoff, look there, what is that?"

He pointed to the towering trees in the middle of Snow Swamp.

"This?" Langoff had a reverent expression on his face, "This is the Ancestral Tree, Lord Fatalin, this may be the last Ancestral Tree in the Elven Clans of the North." ”

"Yes, just with this last ancestral tree, no matter how decaying and weak the Snow Swamp tribe is, all the elven tribes must regard this ancestral tree as spiritual sustenance, you see Chasaline, this poor old woman, every time I put forward a reform proposal over the years, when she raised objections, how many tribes echoed her?"

Fatalin smiled contemptuously, "These 'traditions' have become an obstacle for the snow elves, Langoff. ”

Langoff was silent, Fatalin patted him on the shoulder, and continued: "Langoff, press your sympathy, think about the situation of our Northland Elves, the human pioneer group in the south of the Dragonspine Mountains is advancing north every year under the protection of the nomads, and even the dwarves are gradually falling towards them, our beginning to let go of the pride of the higher races and begin to intermarry with humans, I often think about a question, so that in a few generations, will there be real elves in the Northland?"

"But Fatalin, you're breaking the elven traditions right now. Langoff frowned.

"Some traditions should always die, and the elves don't need the ancestral tree as a legacy tool anymore, so what is the difference between it and an ordinary tree now? It's just a little bigger. "The declining snow elves need a ruler who will bring them out of decay, not to bind their traditions and ideas, I want to unify the snow elves, Langoff, it may take a little less honorable means, I don't want to hide it from you." ”

Langoff took a deep breath, he looked at Fatalin's face, and lowered his head deeply: "Lord Fatalin, I believe you, but we really want to destroy the ancestral tree?"

"Of course not, the best way to control him, Siv, that girl, hehe, she is the 'pureblood' of the snow elves who were conceived in Chasarin's body by the Ancestral Tree Essence. Fatalin laughed, "She has become my wife, and my position among the snow elves will be indestructible." ”

He smiled, looked at the orc infantry in the distance, and instructed Langoff: "Go and summon the news, let the reinforcements in ambush attack an hour in advance, and by the way, send a group of people to find the whereabouts of that girl and send it to the rear?" ”

At the last sentence, a hint of anger appeared on Fatalin's handsome face.

"Yes. Langoff breathed a sigh of relief, although his commander was a little scheming, he finally had no intention of causing a large-scale tragedy.

Fatalin watched Langoff go away, and a feeling of confidence appeared in his heart, and he looked at the soldiers of Snow Marsh who barely occupied the city wall and their morale was a little low, and his mood gradually increased.

The Snow Swamp Clan, the last pure-blood elves, the elven tribe that unified the Northlands, the king......

You're in control.

These orc tribes came at the right time to unite the scattered elven tribes in advance, and of course, I had to be the leader.

Fatalin smiled, staring intently at the orcs lined up in the middle of the snowfield. They lined up and sent messengers riding white wolves, saluting first and then soldiers.

The guards of Snow Swamp Town watched this envoy under the city wall and did not make any moves, and it was common practice in this world for the two armies not to kill the envoys in front of the formation.

The orc on the white wolf took out two flags, one red and one white, and spread them in the air, and then threw the flag on the city wall with all his strength, turned around and patted the wolf away.

Chasaline took a breath, dropped the white flag from the city, and raised it with the red flag, and under the night sky, a large number of torches illuminated the flag bright red.

The white orc's trumpeter blew his horn, and a feverish howl erupted from among the orcs, and a bloodthirsty smell immediately dispersed through the air.

The enemy chose blood!

Oh!~

A loud groan suddenly crossed the sky, and the attention of the audience was suddenly attracted.

Fatalin looked up and saw a dragon hovering in the sky overhead for some unknown time.

He was instantly stunned, because after he had gone through all the dragon information in his mind, he still couldn't recognize what kind of dragon it was!

He couldn't make out the power armor of Shirakawa, of course, he couldn't figure out what kind of dragon had two pairs of wings (auxiliary wings deformed from the power armor), and the body was so thick that it didn't look like it was fat, and the dragon head, the size of the visor was also exaggerated.

Fatalin took care of himself and judged himself, and the bigger question in his mind was what this dragon was doing here?

The same is true of the confusion in the minds of the Snow Swamp Guards and the Orc Vanguard, and the Orcs are even more vigilant, as one of the best fighting nations in the Northlands, they are keenly aware of the dragon's ill intentions.

The white dragon let out a long groan and fell from the sky, the target was indeed the orcs, the orcs howled and shot out bows and arrows, giant crossbows, but what shocked them was that whether it was a bow or a giant crossbow, the body that touched this strange dragon slid over, and it didn't cause any damage at all, only the powerful crossbow could cause the dragon to tremble briefly, but it still couldn't stop him from rushing down.

The white dragon picked up two orcs and flew into the sky without saying anything, and several orcs threw out the beast tendon hook rope used to climb the wall, trying to take the strange dragon down, but they were taken to the sky together, they fell in the air in embarrassment, and some of the unlucky eggs broke their tendons on the spot.

Bai He took the two white skins to the sky, and a 360-degree rotation in the air loosened his claws, and the two unlucky eggs turned into a parabola, and their big heads slammed into the ground.

A scream came to an abrupt end, and the unfortunate man turned into a lump of orc meatloaf with his head and body in a pile of, and the other stopped just as he was about to hit the ground with his face first.

Several old shamans chanted spells and saved the white skin's life, but the other was thrown too far by the white dragon to reach the whip.

The orcs were furious, and in the face of this white dragon with huge armor and sharp claws, not only did not flinch, but collectively let out a provocative roar.

Bai He glanced at these shamans with some annoyance, he swooped down with a lightning bolt again, these orcs are brave, but if they can't penetrate Bai He's armor, what's the use of being outnumbered?

This power armor is the capital for Bai He to dare to fight hand-to-hand with this group of orcs.

He swooped into the herd of beasts, and a roar like thunder suddenly erupted in the crowd, and a tall orc flew out with a big jump, his beard and hair were all white, revealing an awe-inspiring and inviolable majesty, the muscles on his majestic body were knotted, and a simple set of animal skin half-body armor looked majestic, he held a huge war hammer in both hands, and the golden two-handed giant hammer hit Bai He's head straight up, even if the power armor shock absorption effect was good, Bai He still felt that his head ' With a buzz, the momentum of the downward rush was suddenly stopped, and he was forced to stagger back a few steps on the ground before he stabilized his body.

"Thoyle!"

The orcs shouted loudly the warrior's name.

"Mr. Long. Seve covered her mouth with a scream of surprise when she saw this scene from above.

The snow elves in the city were also amazed.

Chasaline hesitated to send troops out to the aid of the dragon, who had apparently come against the orcs, but she was still a little skeptical, and this hesitation prevented her from making a decision immediately.

Fatalin's eyebrows were furrowed, and he stared at the battlefield closely, a little uncertain in his heart.

Shirakawa stared at the orc viciously, and from this orc warrior, he felt a similar taste to Baron Lack, the kind of opponent he hated, especially with a bunch of shamans behind him.

The old orcs stared at him as well.

Although the sneak attack was successful, but Soy did not have any pride, as a senior white orc warrior with the title of 'weapon master', he knew the power of his full blow, he completely used all his strength when he exerted his strength, and when he was strong, he also used the 'Dou Qi Slash', a weapon master who can master the battle system, plus the impact of the jumping attack, this hammer is powerful enough to crack the mountain, but it only made this head dizzy.

What the hell is this defense?

Sosar quietly wiped his hand, which was a little numb from the shock, behind his back, and twisted his neck to signal the orcs to change tactics.

The orcs quickly understood what Sosar meant, and realizing that weapons would not do much harm to the dragon, they took out more hooks and nets, and pounced on Sosar with a roar of rage.

Bai He fought twice, and soon realized the power of these orcs, and soon, his body was trapped by a few hooks, just when these orcs cheered, Bai He's armor changed shape, and more than a dozen sharp spikes with blades slashed in these hooks, and successfully liberated the dragon body, stabbing to death a few orcs who crawled on him without knowing whether they were alive or dead.

He took to the skies again, staring at the orc army.

The white dragon looked at these orcs and felt even more annoyed.

I didn't expect these orcs to be so difficult, no matter how strong his power armor is, and the VI cells are also tired, the battle lasts for an hour, and the recovery speed can't match the destruction speed, there is no doubt that gameover, do you have to use spells to solve these guys?

Shirakawa didn't want to use spells at this time, and since returning from Mass Effect, he had found a problem: his body was now too large for him to perform the gesture spell casting in the wizard form in dragon form, and if he wanted to cast spells, he would have to take on a human form.

The institute is working on a solution, which is undoubtedly causing great inconvenience at the moment.

Can you use a spell to deal with these orc armies?

Bai Long thought for a while, and suddenly had an idea, his heart was crossed, and he secretly said MMP, can't I use spells to take you?

He circled the orc army in the air, and the weaponmaster Sosar looked at him with some confusion.

With a long groan, Bai He's mind passed through the seventh-layer magic net, and easily broke the upper limit of the seventh layer, directly touching the eighth layer.

Abandoning his intention to channel the magic power precisely, Shirakawa roughly extracted the magic power.

This primitive act instead greatly increased the effect of absorbing mana, and a large amount of mana poured into the universal ball, and the mana in Shirakawa's body also frantically surged there.

Intuition led Shirakawa to find the most suitable power attribute for a large number of transformations, and all the mana he absorbed began to transform wildly into this power.

He hovered high in the air, his two wings in balance, a pair of huge wings with a piercing howling wind, like a cold current surging between the wings.

Powerful elemental power distorted the space, and for a moment, it was as if a dazzling white light lit up the night with the dragon as the center.

Bai He began to fly up and down in mid-air, and the power he had accumulated to the extreme made him want to vent immediately, and the power that continued to pour from the magic net told him that he was not at the limit.

So all the audience watched in amazement as the white dragon flew in the sky, only one shaman felt something, his lips trembled, and he shouted loudly for the other shamans to start casting spells, only to find that the magic around them was gradually drained and silent, as if it had become a dead magic zone.

The up-and-down antics continue and after the night, the people of Antas will be filled with fear to recite legends about this dance.

This is the Dance of Doom of the Frost Wings.

The white dragon let out a long dragon groan, and the dragon's body stretched out for a long time, as if it was an omen, and the snowfield fell into a deep silence.

In the dazzling white light, Baihe spread his wings, as if a slight sound came from under the wings, like a sprout breaking through the ground.