Cangwu and I galloped to the snowy region of the west, and along the way we could still see the cruel scene below. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Stretching from the border of the Sea Moon Country all the way to the Sin City, there are thousands of city-states in between.

The army of the orcs was reduced to pieces, and thousands of teams, and some even hundreds, wandered across the vast plains, killing people when they saw them, and gathering teams to attack when they encountered a city-state.

The people of the Borderlands were fierce and launched a strong counterattack, but after all, they were too weak and did not organize alliances with each other, and they were broken by each other, and they had already fallen.

Even the people of Sin City were evacuated, and when we arrived in Sin City, there was only one empty city.

All the strong people fled, and there was a residual breath of blood elves in mid-air, obviously the blood elves had also come here, scaring away the strong people here.

The vanguard of the orcs has arrived in Sin City, and they have come in windboats.

The windboat was originally built by the goblins, and the goblins were subordinate to the elves, and now the goblins have given the windboats to the orcs.

Over Sin City, the wind-swept ships spread to the snowy regions in the distance. Previously, only the Terrans could form such a grand occasion, but now the "civilization" has been mastered by the vulgar orcs.

These sailboats were there to pursue the fugitives, and Mochizuki and I looked out over the clouds to the western snowy regions, and we could see the Terrans moving like ants in the snowy regions.

The strong have long since fled without a trace, and those behind are civilians. They were weak and thinly clothed, and they could hardly resist the cold, and they walked all the way to death, and the snow was full of corpses, and under the corpses there were snow corpses wriggling, devouring frozen flesh and blood.

Once again, I was in a very low mood when I returned to the snowy western regions. I never expected that the people of the Terran Plains would one day flee to the snowy western regions.

The survivors of the three empires all entered the western snowy regions, and those who did not have time to enter the snowy regions were intercepted and killed in the wasteland, and used as targets for fire thunderstones and arrows.

Mountains of corpses can be seen at the entrance to the snowy region, as well as millions of survivors who are frantically trying to climb over the corpses into the snowy mountains.

Whether it is a mage or a commoner, anyone who can't fly is all intercepted and killed in this wasteland. The orcs on the wind ship above laughed wildly and smashed the fire thunder stone down, causing a burst of fire.

More orcs used bows and spears to shoot the survivors below.

I saw many women of the Bauhinia Country, wrapping their faces in strips of cloth, hiding from the fiery gaze of the orcs.

These orcs are tired of playing with Terran women, and are even more willing to abuse and kill women at this time.

When the atrocities of a race are uncontrolled, it will develop to the point of trampling on human nature, and the human race will no longer be human, but ants.

Mochizuki fell silent on my back, and she looked at the wailing crowd below, hiding her gaze behind my back.

I flailed my wings and fell, and a shadow fell on the windboat, and as the orcs looked up, I glided across the sky and appeared in front of the windboat in front of me.

The orcs immediately felt the majesty of the dragon clan, and they trembled and urinated.

I gently inhaled a mouthful of snatching air, then spit it out again.

A strong wind swept across the field, and the wind elementals turned into raptors, eventually entangled and soared into the sky.

Starting from a wind ship, the raging dragon is like the teeth of a giant beast, biting down and blowing the wind boat apart.

There was a loud clatter, and thunder seemed to fall over the field, and every windboat, every plank, and every orc was torn to pieces.

Blood, sawdust, and flesh foam were like a slaughtering feast, countless wind ships cracked one by one, countless fire and thunder stones burst in the sky, and the flames burned half of the sky and quickly extinguished.

Mochizuki and I watched calmly, the hurricane had swept into Sin City, tearing the last wind ship apart.

Thousands of miles below the field, countless sawdust fell, like gray or black snowflakes.

Millions of survivors watched in amazement, then screamed and rushed towards the snowy region.

They thought they would face that outcome.

I continued to fly towards the snowy region with Cangwu, and at the entrance, thousands of cavalry were galloping, holding machetes to open the way, and the general of the Northern Qian Kingdom was sitting in the carriage and shouting: "Get out of the way!"

Mochizuki frowned and said, "Taylor Ferrin, the general who attacked Grimm Fortress. ”

I nodded, and with a wave of my paw, he flew straight into the air, and the empty carriage continued to gallop.

The general was still yelling, and when he reacted, he was so frightened that his urine came out. I grabbed him, and when he finally found me, he immediately begged for mercy with a bloodless face.

I said coldly, "General Feilin, is your country okay?"

Fei Lin said in a trembling voice: "Great dragon clan, our country has been conquered by orcs...... What are your instructions......"

Mochizuki poked his head out of my neck and asked, "Felin, what deal do you have with the elves?"

Fei Lin obviously knew Mochizuki, his face changed again, and then he told the whole story: "The elven clan has had secret dealings with our country for a long time, and the elven queen has informed us that the day of the turn of the millennium will come soon, and the beasts of the Rocky Mountains will riot, and they will rush into the northern grasslands, and our country will surely perish." She said that she was willing to help us capture the Haiyue Kingdom, and then capture the Bauhinia Kingdom in the future, and unify the continent in the Northern Thousand Kingdom, but she didn't expect her plan to destroy all races. ”

Mochizuki snorted coldly: "That's all?"

Fei Lin trembled: "I don't know anything else, let me go, now everyone should unite and stop killing each other." ”

Mochizuki retracted his head, and I put away my magic, and Ferin fell like a stone, smashing to the ground and turning into minced meat.

Millions of survivors rushed into the entrance of the snowy region, the cold wind was bleak, the cold was biting, there were countless corpses along the way, and the snow corpse insects crawled on the road openly, and the survivors jumped over hard, and the slightest accidental step on it immediately pierced the stomach.

I ignored the survivors and flew along the large army towards the snowy region.

There are survivors along the way, and there is no end in sight.

This reminds me of the flight of the dwarves, but the number of escapes of the human race is far from being comparable to that of the dwarves, and there are at least fifty or sixty million of the human races who have fled into the snowy region.

The three major empires, the Borderlands, a total of five or six hundred million human races, are now only a tenth left.

The brutality of the Blood Elf can be imagined, it is not invincible to be powerful, but incredibly cruel.

Any dragon can destroy all civilians, and a few months is enough. But I believe that even the most ruthless dragons can't do it.

The Terrans have wisdom, civilization, and history, and can speak, plead, and resist.

All intelligent races have civilizational exchanges, and they all have even the slightest intersection.

Kill 100,000 without blinking, kill 1 million? Kill 10 million? 100 million?

Even if I were asked to kill a million orcs at this moment, I wouldn't be able to do it, because physiologically I would resist and my spirit would collapse.

The Blood Elves, on the other hand, slaughtered all the Terrans, who were no longer part of the intelligent race, as if all their emotions had been stripped of their machines.

Moving on, a few hours later, we arrived at the Grand Canyon of Sark.

The Terrans made a detour, slowing down completely.

In fact, by this point, the Terrans were exhausted. Many people stopped, relying on the Renhuang Snow Mountain, and temporarily stationed down.

Food is scarce, clothing is scarce, people are starving and freezing to death at every moment, but the Terrans are the toughest race, they have built snow caves, cleared the snow, and even lit up magical flames in some places.

The weak magician became the leader of the survivors, struggling to keep a shred of life alive.

The strong man has crossed the Snow Mountain of the Human Emperor and is nowhere to be found.

When I crossed the Renhuang Snow Mountain, I looked back at the statue of the Renhuang, the sculpture covered with snowflakes, my eyes opened, and I looked into the distance in silence.

(Today's first watch, tomorrow's fourth watch, we must carefully ponder the next big battle.) (To be continued.) )