Feeling the last Northern Coalition retreat, the corners of the Winter Wolf King Quentin's mouth curled slightly, looking at the monster army attacking like a tide in front of him, he roared fearlessly: "Feel the baptism of winter!

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"Huh?" Ao Xingfeng stretched out his hand and let out a soft sigh, the sky was covered with such heavy clouds at some point, maybe it was because the sky was too dark, what really made Ao Xingfeng feel strange was that there were snowflakes floating in the sky.

Pure white figures walked flexibly through the battlefield in the distance, and their bodies still emitted a white soft light, running towards the lonely Winter Wolf King.

No matter how strange it is, the insects don't just stop there.

The tall wolves, all dressed in pure white, gathered around the Winter Wolf King, grinning at the approaching insects, and their eyes still glowed with ferocity.

"Uhh

However, even if the end is already doomed, the Winter Wolf King Quentin does not intend to appoint him, he will be captured, let the monsters eat his corpse effortlessly, and even if he dies, he will take a few monsters to Hell as companions.

The already somewhat distracted eyes once again glowed with hot battle intent, and raising the long sword in his hand, Quentin yelled, "My friends, it's the last time I fight side by side!"

The white wolves raised their heads and howled, and their howling voices were a little more desolate and sad.

The insects who don't know how to read the atmosphere immediately rushed up when they saw this opportunity, in order to kill each other as soon as possible, the real battlefield should not have feelings, maybe the insects are more suitable for this ruthless way.

The Winter Wolf King Quentin's eyes froze, and he picked up his long sword to meet him, and the white wolves guarded both sides of him, compared to the size alone, this group of white winter wolves was extremely huge, and if they stood up, they would be half a body taller than the stinging snakes.

The snow in the sky became violent, and the cold wind swept up the snow and ravaged the land, and in the blizzard, Quentin, the king of winter wolves, and his white wolf companions seemed to be at home.

The white wolves swept with their thick arms, each swing could slap off two or three jumping jumping insects, and as for those that slipped through the net, the white wolves would use their more ferocious maws to harvest the lives of the jumping insects.

Wind and snow danced with the sword of the Winter Wolf King Quentin, and increased his attack range, and the sword aura mixed with frost and cold ruthlessly slashed the insects that were not afraid of death.

The pursuit was thwarted by one person, but Ao Xingfeng was not angry, because letting this group of deserted soldiers who had lost their souls return to the camp would only cause more confusion, and he was also curious about how far that person could fight, and how many insects would be exhausted.

"Holy Envoy, do you want someone to get rid of him?" said Modar, and Ao Xingfeng had said that he would stay all, but now he had fled so many.

"No, I'm curious that he'll die at the hands of the first insects, and as for the deserters, don't worry about it, with those lost souls blending into their camp, my spies can spread chaos better, so that they don't even have to fight, they will be scattered. Ao Xingfeng looked at the battlefield on the Loess Plain with his eyes and explained.

"Yes. Modar gave up his order, in his opinion, in fact, he took advantage of the victory to pursue, when the other party's miscellaneous cards saw that their elite was beaten to the point of losing their armor, they would definitely flee in the wind, they were chasing for a while, even if the other party fled back to the northern base, it would not be able to form combat effectiveness in a short period of time, but the words of the Holy Envoy were the supreme order, since the Holy Envoy had such thoughts, he would only obey.

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"Get the people below ready, and when the group of deserters escapes back to the camp, we'll go straight to the Yellow Dragon. Standing in a place overlooking the battlefield, it was not surprising that the Northern Union Army had no power to fight back under the hands of that group of monsters, so he turned around and said to his subordinates behind him, intending to pick up the results of this victory.

"Yes!" Lesensen and his men walked briskly back to the camp and immediately began to prepare for the attack.

Although there are not many undead armies here, Lesenlu also knows that when the defeated army flees back to the camp, the army will be in chaos, and if they come by surprise again, the other party will not be able to distinguish their number at all, and will only fear that the undead will attack them.

"I hope you can hold out a little longer, Wolf King, hahaha. A second before he put on a pair of black knight's armor and put on his helmet, Lessenlu's eyes flashed with danger, and the corners of his mouth sneered.

The deserters didn't even notice that a suspicious-looking army was following them not far behind them.

There was no pause along the way, and the routs, who were worried that the monsters would catch up, ran back to the outside of the camp, and the guards on the improvised city wall lit torches and looked at the group of elites who had gone out before.

"Open the door and prepare for defense, monsters, monsters will be coming soon!" cried the rout who collapsed, looking at his oozing appearance, and the soldiers on the wooden wall who were still a little mocking were also frightened.

When they saw that their kings were also in disarray, they panicked, and if it was some rout, they would only think that they were deserters from the battlefield, but even the king fled back is completely different.

The guards hurriedly opened the gates and let the group of routs inside, while the undead who followed them in the distance stopped for a moment.

Seeing that the defeated troops were entering one after another, the adjutant of Le Senlu asked a little uncomfortably, "Lord Le Senlu, how long will we have to wait?

"Relax Lawrence, wait for the rout to ferment, and as for the simple gate, don't worry about it, it won't stop us. Lessenlu explained with a laugh.

Lawrence seemed to understand Lesen's intentions, nodded, and looked at the camp of the Northern Coalition with a good look.

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The soldiers of the Northern Coalition were woken up from their sleep, looking at the extra group of embarrassed defeated troops in the camp, they really didn't dare to imagine that this was their invincible elite, and then looked at the bloodstained, limping kings, and even more inexplicable fear of the unknown enemy.

Rumors of monsters spread throughout the camp, because the northern kingdoms had not yet traveled south when the beasts attacked the undead, so they had never seen such creatures, although they had heard that a certain force had defeated the undead, but they always thought it was just a rumor.

The hideous insects were described by the routs as monsters in the abyss, exaggerating how terrifying and invincible those monsters were, as if to make excuses for their defeat, and the kings who cared for face did not say anything to stop this kind of fallacy, as if portraying the enemy as invincible, this time making their defeat seem excusable, but what they didn't know was that because of this, an atmosphere of fear began to envelop the whole camp.

Even if these soldiers had been able to fight the insects before, they were now afraid of the abyssal monsters depicted.

Speaking of which, the main reason for the rout of the Northern Alliance this time was that the first wave of ambushed laser rain caused a very serious morale blow, and the second wave of hideous insects became the last straw that crushed the cattle.