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Time always passes quietly without you noticing, Shaohua is fleeting, red face and green silk are soft around the fingers, Jin Ge Iron Horse, and the bird under the man's crotch bows his head. Okay, if you want to hit me, aim hard at the middle of the screen, shout "I practice from the bottom of my heart", and then punch hard to cross the distance between the screens and flatten my handsome face.

Alright, with this out of the way, let's shift our attention from the battlefield of Middle-earth, which has just ended, to the stretch of the land of the dead in the northwest of the continent of Akalin.

The war, which has lasted for hundreds of years, seems to have a tendency to burn through the Realm of Death and even the entire continent of Akalin this winter.

Although it is a stable teleportation route on the Dantouin Plateau, it requires a lot of resources to maintain its stability. And every time a person passes, its stability will be reduced to varying degrees according to the energy intensity, so the talents of the entire underground world can't rush into the Akarin Continent in one go to squeeze the Dantuin Plateau.

But now, deep in the Dantouin Plateau, in the huge fortress built by the people of the underground, a whirlpool portal like rippling water stands a tall and mysterious structural pillar. Dark green strips of crystals like tree vines are entangled and woven into an arch that encircles the portal.

The tiny branches in the depths of the crystal arch are covered with bright "fruits", which are said to be fruits, but they actually look like a little more than a light bulb. The light they emit is condensed, and to the naked eye it looks like a Tyndall phenomenon, but in fact it is a condensation of magical light. Bit by bit of this condensed light merges into the swirling portal, providing a stable source of energy for its operation.

Suddenly, a huge vortex spun rapidly, and the space was filled with imperceptible ripples, and then in a burst of distorted light, a group of neatly arranged underground human troops strode across the teleportation array, beyond the incomparably distant boundary, and into the world of their dreams.

The first time they walked under the sky, the first time they bathed in the sun, they were full of tears and excitement, but they still kept moving forward in unison.

Countless Underground warriors kept coming out of the portal, and they didn't have much chance to sigh, because maybe the next moment they would have to go to the battlefield and be buried in this strange and beautiful land.

This kind of thing, starting from the harvest month, to the frost moon to the intensification, and then to the early winter when the snow is drifting, is already a white-hot stage.

The Snow Moon is the first month of winter and symbolizes the arrival of winter, when snow has begun to fall in some places and the north has entered the freezing season.

However, the bitter cold did not stop the army of the underground, and they paved the road to Des, the city of death that choked them, with their blood, and the hot blood poured on the plateau, melting the ice and snow of the early winter, and the pure white, stained with burning eyes, was so poignant.

The south of the Rhine was already white, but just now a bloody rain fell here, and a bloody wind rolled up. The frozen surface of the river was congealed with dark red blood clots, which looked dirty and filthy, and made people want to vomit, but this is indeed the source of human survival.

Most of the Rhine is covered in dark red, not the result of one or two battles, and for half a month, countless corpses have fallen here, both underground and from the side of Des. Their blood will flow down the river with melting snow and ice in the early spring of the following year, staining Lake Ninova red.

Such a scene is not uncommon in previous years, but this year it will definitely cover the entire lake with a bewitching layer of blood.

On the blood-stained snowfield, a group of black horsemen roared past, there was no doubt that this battle was another great victory for them, but there was not the slightest triumphant joy on everyone's face, only cold slaughter.

Different from the similar battle of the three redundant years ago, this time it was not their regimental commander Arthas who led the team, but his bravery was not inferior at all, and the women did not let their eyebrows! Yes, seeing this, I think many people have already guessed that after more than three months of cruel battlefield baptism, Christina at this time has faded a little immature and youthful, replaced by a cold and resolute and resolute look.

The faint death aura emanating from her body is rich and strong, not inferior to those immortals at all, which is the result of her accumulation. With her talent, if she just wanted to become a legend, she might have been able to do it two years ago, or even earlier. But she has been working steadily, wanting everything to fall into place, crossing that ladder in the most perfect posture, and reaching the top of the legend.

And this war is the best test and whetstone.

Now she is the deputy head of the "Black Rider", this is not a position that you can get by relationship, but it has been won by strength bit by bit in the past three months, I have to say that some people are indeed natural leaders, they have the spirit that can drive the whole team and infect others, which is the so-called personal charm, which is roughly seven points of bravery, two points of calmness and one point of domineering.

If Christina was born noble and was born with a kingly demeanor, then a certain skeleton definitely has nothing to do with this kind of thing.

On the contrary, there are a lot of messy attributes such as no discipline, bottomless lower limit, bone fetish, obsessive-compulsive disorder, hidden daddy aura, hidden loli control, and cooking a good dish. The household-type undead was not with Christina at this time, but sneaked into the ground with a group of equally obscene undead.

But instead of hibernating, they're engaged in a well-prepared assassination attempt.

Since the Underground Army nearly defeated the "Putser Line" a month ago, with the main force of the Underground approaching, the personnel of Fort Proglin, Fort Troy, and Thursburg have all been withdrawn to the city of Des. To the east, the Underground people are now approaching the Rhine, and to the west are the Rainfall Forests south of Proglinburg.

At this time, the advance troops of the Underground were marching along the western edge of the Falling Rain Forest towards Des. This army of 10,000 people is well-equipped and fully equipped, in addition to the regular bull warriors, bloodthirsty spearmen, sand beast cavalry, beast operators, and giant beast troops, there are also a small number of special troops and two legends sitting in the town, which can be described as a luxurious lineup.

The other legion was more than a dozen kilometers behind them, and it was absolutely capable of providing effective support, and there was no possibility of being blocked on the open plateau.

In this way, under the reconnaissance of the sand beast cavalry, this vanguard walked peacefully in the thin snow, marching to the next destination with the consciousness of death.

As everyone knows, they have fallen into the trap of the hunters. (To be continued.) )