About 100 miles northeast of Phoenix, this is a plain area that has not yet been touched by human footprints, bordered by the forests of the south and the ice fields of the north to the north. According to the dwarves, a few hundred miles further north, there is a huge desert area.

Standing in the middle of the plains and looking around, even in the cold winds of deep winter, there are still a few elk constantly walking through the plains in search of food.

It is precisely because of the gentle terrain of the plain that there is an unobstructed view of it, and on this plain, an icicle erected on it stands out very abruptly, although it is only four or five meters high, but it is very eye-catching.

In stark contrast to the snow-white icicles, on top of the icicles, a girl with long red hair and a red dress is sitting quietly on it, her two smooth calves are exposed in the air, swaying gently. Her white skin, like this ice field, was smooth and fair, and like a dancing flame, very soft.

Opposite her, a golden harp was suspended in mid-air, and the entire body was wrapped in flames, including the flames around it, including the harp itself, and when you look closely, it is completely translucent, and with the cold wind blowing, the harp gently shakes like water waves, giving people a very unreal feeling.

It seems as if the harp is just a phantom floating in mid-air, not a physical entity.

The girl was stretching out her hands and gently plucking the harp in front of her, and a melodious music resounded on the snowfield, with a hint of desolation, a trace of vicissitudes, but also soft and beautiful.

What a strange picture this is? The world, which is composed entirely of black and white, has such a red-haired girl sitting in mid-air, which is extremely conspicuous, and the whole world seems to exist to set off this bright red. This girl seems to be the center of this world.

If Lin Jue, no, if anyone in Phoenix City comes here now, they will definitely recognize this girl, this girl who is like a flame in a winter night, eye-catching, she is Fenix.

But today, she is completely different from usual, except for her fixed attire, on her back, there is a pair of wings covered with bright red feathers, and the wings are quietly gathered on her back, like a beautiful angel.

On her head, she wears a golden crown of hair, like a graceful and luxurious queen, wearing a gorgeous crown.

The queen sat calmly in mid-air, playing melodious music with the harp in front of her.

The direction that Phinex is facing is Phoenix, this location, or this distance, although she can't see this young city at all, but her gaze is very deep, it seems to have broken through the obstacles in front of her, her gaze, tender veins, like a prodigal son far away from home, looking at the distant hometown.

And in the direction of her back, there was the plain that was still endless, and perhaps Phenice didn't notice that this plain was different from her usual place.

In the distance, a Kuroshio tide is moving slowly on the plain, leaving a trail on the white snowfield where the Kuroshio passes, which is in stark contrast to the surrounding whiteness, which is extremely eye-catching.

As the Kuroshio gets closer and closer, this Kuroshio gradually reveals his true colors.

It was a group of mostly jungle elves, sword in hand, longbow in hand, or snow wolf, slowly moving in the direction of Phinex. Of course, there are not only jungle elves in their ranks, but also a dozen or so strange-looking giants.

It is not true to say that they are giants, their height may only range from three or four meters, four or five meters, compared with the height of human beings who are generally less than two meters, they are already real giants.

They were strange-looking, some with two or three heads, some with three or four hands, and the only thing they had in common was that they were very strong, like tall muscular men, with huge gavels in their hands, like the jungle elves, walking in the direction where Phinex was.

For such creatures, not to mention Phinex, even the Orlantes who have lived in the desert for a long time are no strangers. They are the bandits who threaten all the harbor cities in the north of the Central Continent, the cannibalistic tribes of the northern tundra.

These two creatures formed a huge army, the total number of which was about a thousand people, but this army was not only composed of them, in front of their team, there were two war horses, and two people covered in black robes were riding on their own war horses, leading the team slowly.

The figures of the two of them, compared to the jungle elves who were following behind, looked no different from humans, maybe they were humans, or maybe elves, but until they saw their true faces, no one could be sure of their identities. It seems that the two of them are the leaders of this army.

The army came to a halt only a hundred meters behind Phinex. In fact, they had already discovered her from afar, not to mention the melodious music that spread throughout the plain, after all, in the black and white scene, such a bright red and eye-catching figure, no one could ignore it.

What's more, this girl exudes a dangerous aura all over her body, even if she just looks at her from a distance, as if she is completely wrapped in flames, which is suffocating.

They couldn't figure out what this girl was doing here in the midst of such snow and ice.

There must be a demon when something goes wrong, not only human beings have such a concept, no matter what kind of creature it is, in the face of such an unreasonable situation, they will be vigilant.

But the army stopped for a long time, and the girl was just quietly immersed in the music, seemingly unaware of their presence.

In fact, such an obvious army, no matter how careful it is during the march, will make shocking footsteps, even if Phoenix's back is facing them, she will find out about their existence early.

But Phinex still pretended not to notice them, still playing the music calmly, still immersed in her own musical world.

Although this scene is strange and weird, it is very quiet and harmonious, and although it gives them an inexplicable sense of crisis, they can't say what is the basis for the existence of this sense of crisis? This is an extremely contradictory feeling.

Two army commanders in black robes were talking to each other, their voices low and unaware of what they were discussing. After a few moments, one of the commanders turned around and said in a loud voice: "Continue the march and go around the icicles." ”

The army began to move on, but the two black-robed commanders remained grounded.

They watched silently, as the army approached the icicles, a hundred, fifty, thirty, and so on, and the girls were still immersed in their music, as if completely unaware of their movements.

Just when the two of them exhaled lightly, thinking that they could pass by this place smoothly, a strange change suddenly appeared.

I saw the jungle goblins in front of me, when they just stepped within ten meters of the icicle, their flesh changed instantly.

The flesh and blood on their bodies disappeared in an instant, turning into skeletons walking upright.

The skeleton maintained a walking posture like this, and walked forward again for about ten meters, and then collapsed into powder, drifting away with the wind.

And the red-haired girl sitting quietly on the icicle is still immersed in her own music world, and seems to be unaware of this scene.