When the alien army completely disappeared into the wind and snow, there was not a trace of cheer among the Fang army.

The people of Fangguo were too badly injured this time.

They had lost their priests, they had lost their fortresses, and they had exposed the entire land and the human continent behind it to the sea of quicksands—a continent that had never been so fragile and undefended.

The only consolation is that the alien damage is equally severe.

Even if they escape back to some of the main forces, it will still be difficult for the aliens to recover for a long time to come, because the majority of the female aliens who died in this battle are of the female aliens.

Compared to the male aliens, the female aliens are slightly smaller and less physically strong, but perhaps due to nature, they are more crazy and ferocious on the battlefield, and because of this trait, they are organized into an independent army under the command of the alien commander Kas, who is responsible for raiding and opening gaps.

In the final battle, knowing that enemy reinforcements were coming, Cass not only did not adjust his strategy in time, but threw all this army into the flanks, trying to tear open the defensive line before the enemy reinforcements arrived, inflicting heavy casualties on the Fang army - as a result, the Fang army's defensive line was replenished by reinforcements when it was in danger, and the aliens buried almost the entire female army.

While cleaning up the ruins of the fortress after the war, the Fangs finally understand why Kath had suddenly become so reckless and paranoid - they found Cash's body.

As the greatest hope of the alien race for thousands of years, Cash has somehow been lost under the mountain pass level. Even though his younger brother Kasning could trade him for an entire clan, he still couldn't save him from human territory in time.

The work of cleaning up the battlefield and searching for and rescuing the wounded ended in a low silence.

Even though Lin Yuqing sent Nagarjuna to help, the people of Fang still did not find Stuka and the High Priest. After the Fang army was closed, he took Nagarjuna with him and braved the wind and snow to try his luck as he walked, but the Fang country had already turned into a vast snowfield at this time, and compared with the snow and fog, such a one-man search seemed a little overwhelming.

When he turned over and dismounted, the young man looked at the heavy snow that was blowing and covering the world, and suddenly a thought came to him: maybe they had been buried under this white snow, and their souls had returned to the land of Fangguo.

He glanced over his shoulder. The place where Scurry was lying on his stomach was empty at this time, covered with wet marks of snowflakes.

Lin Yuqing is not unprepared - Scurry's own injury is not serious, but he is gradually becoming dying, indicating that Stuka's situation has become more and more serious. When the little blue old man suddenly raised his head and called him in a low voice, he twisted his head suddenly, his neck bone "clicked", and he choked his throat and asked, "Where is he?"

The Falling Spirit was supposed to be able to sense the host's location, but Scurry refused to tell Lin Yuqing because Stuka wouldn't allow him to do so.

After a pause, the boy wanted to say something else, but in the end it was this dry sentence, "Where is he?"

"I ...... I can tell you now......" Curry smiled softly at him, Whitebeard shuddered slightly, his voice barely penetrating his own, "He's on his way to Valhalla...... But it didn't get far. ”

Valhalla!

The boy immediately raised his gaze, spun around in the snow, and exhaled another breath like a white mist.

He said to the old man Xiaolan: "I'll rush back now, you find a Fang Country warrior to live in as soon as possible!"

Scurry slowly closed his eyelids and whispered, "No...... Nope. I...... I'm never going to find a host like this again......"

"But—"

The little blue old man shook his head, and the color on his body faded, as if it had melted into the snow little by little, and finally disappeared into the air like a buoy.

Lin Yuqing wrapped his animal skin robe tightly and stood in the snow without moving for a long time.

"As long as it can find its next host in time, it won't die," Nagarjuna sighed in his ear, his black fur turning little by little, "maybe there's a chance to meet in the future." ”

The boy nodded slowly.

After standing for a while, he reached out and wiped the snow from his eyebrows and eyelashes, and squinted his eyes to look up at the white, foggy sky. The snowdrops were wrapped in the wind and rolled in the air, like a wild dance after suddenly gaining a soul, and they didn't care about the world outside of them.

"It's really a ......," Lin Yuqing tilted his head and smiled lightly, "There's no fucking world of any reason." ”

Nagarjuna didn't say anything, just shrunk back and leaned closer.

"I'm not going back," the boy sat back on his horse, but he didn't move for a long time, "I'm not going back." That's the army of the Fang Country, what does it have to do with me. ”

Nagarjuna raised his head slightly and glanced at him, "Aren't you going to say something to the Fengyue Patriarch?"

"Talk about a fart," Lin Yuqing suddenly scolded, tugged on the reins, and rode his horse into the distance, "I don't want to see them now!"

The wind covered the snow and made the boy's face red, and if it weren't for the soldiers of the Fang Kingdom who found him the thickest leather robe, he would not have been able to walk into the snow. He glanced down at the clothes on his body and sighed, "I...... I don't know why, I'm always a little angry with them. ”

Nagarjuna blinked his big silver eyes, not quite understanding - human emotions were a little too complicated for him.

"If they could have listened to the High Priest, maybe the High Priest wouldn't have died......" Lin Yuqing said this, and suddenly shook his head, "It's not right. Whoever dies, I'm probably going to be angry with the one who is alive...... I'm not as tough as the high priest. ”

Nagarjuna shook his fur and sat down again in confusion.

After walking a long way, the young man suddenly whispered again: "When I left Ellington, I was alone. When I wanted to go home, the village was gone...... Later, he met Ada, and then he met Stuka, and now Ada doesn't know where the glory has taken her, and Stuka is dead. At the end of the day, I was still alone...... I think it's better to be alone in the future. ”

Nagarjuna lay on his shoulder, and after a long time in the wind and snow, he whispered, "And me." ”

Lin Yuqing let out an "um".

He walked towards Valhalla for a long time, and every time he saw a snow bag on the road, his heart fluttered twice. At first, he would dismount to shoot off the snow shells, but when he opened several small snow mounds in succession and found that there was nothing underneath, he became frightened - and later when he met the snow mounds, the boy did not dare to see if Stuka was gone.

He didn't know if he wanted to see him anymore.

Walking in the snow for half a day, it seems that even the soul has been frozen, and there is only a clear silver white in the mind. As he walked, Lin Yuqing suddenly had a vague hope, thinking that if he kept walking like this, he might be able to meet someone—like his father, Dolan, or Ada...... Anyway, the things in this world don't make sense at all!

But thinking about it, even Lin Yuqing himself didn't expect that he really met an acquaintance.

No, it's probably not accurate to say that it is a familiar "person" -

When he barely saw the familiar green edge clearly under the cover of the snow, Lin Yuqing's spirit was shocked, and he immediately dismounted and pounced, and slapped the snow off the thing with his red and stiff fingers, revealing a long green face underneath.

Sure enough, it was!

"Eh, we really meet everywhere," the historian said unexpectedly, and as soon as the snow was swept off his face, he immediately greeted with a nimble greeting, "Hello wow." ”

Lin Yuqing's face was numb from the cold, and he had to rub it vigorously before he could say a complete sentence, "Y-why are you here?"

"I'm waiting. The historian stretched, and the snow fell. It looked like a row of bamboos, and it was supposed to be not afraid of the cold, but before it could fully unfold, it was immediately grabbed out of the snow by Lin Yuqing—"What about Glory?

"They were already gone, and I didn't follow. The historian politely said, "The part you are holding is not quite right, let go." ”

Lin Yuqing hurriedly let go of his fingers and stared at the green, but he didn't see what kind of inappropriate method it was.

As soon as the falling spirit came out, it left a snow cave behind it. The young man inadvertently lowered his head, his eyes fell on a piece of fabric exposed under the snow, and he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood, and hurriedly pounced on it and scolded, "You bastard!"

The historian "tsk" twice on the sidelines and defended: "How can I be blamed for this? If you look at my appearance, you should know that I am not good at physical fitness, and I can't move." ”

Before it could speak, the young man had already hurriedly swept away a layer of snow and pulled out the frozen Baiquan tribe warrior below.

This man was tossed all the way without mercy by the fallen spirits and aliens, as if he were just a sack that had to be carried on his back, and he had been frozen in the snow for so long, but he had not survived until now—Lin Yuqing rubbed his exposed skin with his hand and shouted to the historian, "What is going on?"

"After I parted ways with Glory, I had to bring my host with me. After you defeated the aliens, the forest where we first lived could not stay for long, so I dragged this eldest brother and wanted to walk around. "But I overestimated my physical strength." I can't walk now. ”

If it weren't for the fact that this fallen spirit had done him a favor, Lin Yuqing really wanted Nagarjuna to pick it up and return to the fang.

"Tell me everything you know, where did Glory take Ada?" he said, taking off his robe and putting it over the White Springs warrior, shivering.

"Oh, don't shout, you see my host is like this, I'm weak now. As soon as you shout, I have a headache. The historian's voice was a little lower than before, and he said slowly, "I'm not sure where the glory has gone...... So I'm waiting. ”

"What are you waiting for?" Lin Yuqing deliberately raised his voice this time.

The face of the long bamboo-like falling spirit showed a bit of pain, "You kid...... Ahem, forget it. I've waited a lot, but I don't know which one is going to happen. ”

"What do you mean?"

The historian glanced to the right, as if searching for something—and the boy hurriedly followed suit, but all he saw was a field of snow.

"For example, I don't know if this big brother was frozen to death first, or if you came first. The historian sighed slowly, but his words became more and more incomprehensible, "Really, you may have caused me a great inconvenience." ”

Lin Yuqing was confused, anxious and cold, and asked angrily, "What are you talking about, what does this have to do with Glory and Ada?"

The historian obviously doesn't look like he has teeth, but he makes a toothy sound.

"Hey...... It's hard to explain. I ask you, where are you going?"

The boy was stunned—even he didn't have a definite answer to this question. But if he didn't know, he felt as if he was showing weakness, thought for a while, and then said with a stiff neck: "I'm going to Ulu Mountain! ”

This question has actually been raised once at the meeting of the patriarchs of the Fang Army, although this matter is very important, but fortunately, the vitality of the alien race is now greatly damaged, and there is no danger that they will make a comeback from the mountain passage for a while, so it finally gave the Fang people a period of time to arrange the fund-searching the mountain in the snow naturally requires a lot of manpower, and Lin Yuqing himself knows that he single-handedly went to find the entry passage of the alien race, which is a little unbelievable.

The historian was noncommittal, but looked to the right again, as if there was something there. Without waiting for Lin Yuqing to ask, it suddenly opened its mouth, "Huh...... I didn't think that the possibility of going to Ulu Mountain was actually linked to meeting me. It's amazing...... Okay, there you go. ”

"Let's go for anything!" Lin Yuqing was so angry that he even wanted to laugh a little, grabbed the falling spirit, put his face close to it and asked, "Tell me the whereabouts of Glory and Ida!"

"Gee, why are you so bad-tempered?" the Falling Spirit fluttered twice in the air, "Didn't I say it, and I'm not sure where they went." Instead of torturing me here, I think you might as well wait and see what happens while you walk towards Ulu Mountain......"

"What will happen?" Lin Yuqing asked with a frown.

The historian did not say a word, but suddenly his hand trembled—and then all of a sudden the bamboo hung loosely all over it, as if it were about to fall apart. The boy was startled by it, and immediately thought that its host was not in good condition, and hurried a few steps up to the warrior, and before he could reach out to probe the warrior's breath, Nagarjuna leaped out of his shoulder, shook his fur, and swelled up in the snow to the size of a panther, and tilted his head back and sniffed into the distance.

"What's wrong?" Lin Yuqing couldn't help but be startled, and his hand stopped on the warrior's chest.

Nagarjuna glanced back at him, then down at the historian—it was only then that the boy suddenly realized that there was only a cold dead silence among his men, and he had no time to think about it, and put his finger under the warrior's nose, only to be met with coldness.

He turned his head again, and the cyan on the historian's body was fading—but the fallen spirit looked relieved, and sighed slightly, "It's coming, it's coming...... This time is just right. ”

"Wait!" Lin Yuqing hurriedly screamed, reaching for it—but he was a step too late, his fingers closing in the air, and only a few wet snowflakes were clutched.

The boy looked at his empty palm and was stunned, and then remembered that the historian was different from the falling spirits that Scurry and Nagarjuna had landed in this wave—it had come from the previous wave of falling spirits, and had lived in Valhalla for nearly a thousand years. He sighed, "It'...... It doesn't have to find a host anymore, it should go back to Valhalla. ”

"Not necessarily. ”

Lin Yuqing turned his head violently, and happened to meet Nagarjuna's silver-shining eyes. The panther-like falling spirit raised its nose into the air and whispered, "I can feel it, it's coming." ”

This is already the second falling spirit to say "coming", and the young man had no time to ask a question, when he suddenly heard the sound of the wind in the air, and he was hit by the wind and snow and sat on the ground, squinting and looking up—

In the sudden frenzy of snowflakes, a faint Valhalla, stretching for thousands of miles, pressed against the vast clouds like a mountain. Without the singing of the priests summoning it, it was not a battlefield of war with aliens, but the light and shadow of Valhalla still appeared, trembling and shaking in the wind and snow, as if it could not withstand the harsh winds.

Suddenly, Valhalla shattered.

The light and shadow peeling off its body, like ice floe in a winter river being pushed away by the current, quickly melted into the ice and snow, the pillar broke, the god of war fell, and the totem cracked into pieces...... As the light and shadow of Valhalla fell apart in midair, a low roar that shook the mountains, accompanied by thousands of shadows of different shapes, scattered from the main hall.

It took Lin Yuqing two seconds before he realized that it was the fallen spirits in Valhalla who had escaped.

All sorts of falling spirits, which he had seen or had not seen, whose strangeness words could not even describe, filled the field of vision and the sky at this moment. The boy sat dumbfounded, his mind blank for a moment, and he could only look at the constantly flickering brilliance of the clouds, unable to say anything.

Countless falling spirits continued to rush out of Valhalla, and with the wind and snow, they quickly disappeared into the heavens and the earth.

I don't know how long it took, when the light and shadow of the shattered Valhalla in mid-air finally disappeared, and there was no longer a single falling spirit, Lin Yuqing suddenly came back to his senses and jumped up.

"Ying, Valhalla destroyed?" he wiped his face vigorously, his voice still trembling, "They, those...... All those fallen spirits ......"

"It's all out. "I can feel it, they're probably already looking for a host." ”

The young man was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly remembered something, and immediately turned over and got on his horse, "Nagarjuna, let's go!"

"Where are you going?"

"Go to Ying-go to Ulu Mountain!" Lin Yuqing gritted his teeth and said heavily, "I can only think of one guy if I want to destroy Valhalla and have this ability——!"

As he flicked his horsewhip, Feng Xue suddenly increased his strength, making him cold and painful. The boy was unconscious, and sighed deeply in his heart as he galloped forward on his horse.

He finally understood one thing.

The people of Fang always said that it was because they were all war spirits of the gods, and when they were summoned, they would be sent down by the god of war - but now he figured it out.

The answer is actually very simple: it turns out that the entire Valhalla is a king-sized spiritual weapon.

Only when the spirit weapon is destroyed, will all the fallen spirits of the Fang Kingdom be scattered into the world because there is nowhere to stay-

The glory of the god of war longs for chaos, and it has finally single-handedly forged unprecedented chaos.