"Chief, the race ahead...... It has been wiped out. ”

Erlang, who rushed back, had a bitter face and a hoarse voice.

It's too dangerous.

Near, the sword light slashed them all together.

And the leader of the Spirit Weeping Clan couldn't sit still when he heard his son's report.

It sees farther than its son.

At the same time, the brain spins faster.

After getting the news that those races were digging magma, he quickly thought of the order issued by the angel a while ago.

Expel the wind and snow, dig up the lava?

Those races went crazy to become angels.

It can understand the madness of those weak leaders, and as long as it succeeds, it can ascend to the sky in one step.

However, this is something they don't want to see for the Weeping Clan.

If every weak race was like the exterminated race, digging for lava everywhere.

The relocation of their Weeping Clan will be greatly delayed, and there will be too many places to avoid on the way.

Taking a deep breath, the leader of the Spirit Weeping Clan regained his indifferent expression, and when he lowered his head to look at the other clan elders, he found that some of the clansmen's faces were a little moved.

Obviously, this is also a possibility in them.

Then, he looked at Erlang.

"Chief," under the indifferent gaze of the leader of the Spirit Weeping Clan, and the expectant gaze of the other clan elders, Erlang suppressed his nervous heart and said bravely:

"I suggest that we go full speed at once."

"As long as we're fast enough, we won't be delayed."

“？”

The clan elders were a little shocked, wondering if their ears were deaf because of their age.

"Chief......" These clan elders were anxious, and hurriedly stepped forward to break the matter back.

But under the indifferent gaze of the leader of the Spirit Weeping Clan and the gaze of the surrounding sergeants, he swallowed his saliva and said bitterly:

"The First Warrior is right, we can greatly reduce the danger as long as we move at full speed."

"The races that dare to go crazy for the orders of the angels are a minority after all, and there are still those strong races on top."

"As long as we're fast enough, we can get out of the muddy quagmire here."

"After all, the big clans fight, and we suffer......"

When it came to the end, the bitterness on the patriarch's face deepened.

Why does the more it speaks, the more it feels that what it has made up makes sense?

That's not what it intended.

"Good!"

The leader of the Spirit Weeping Clan laughed violently and shouted, laughing loudly at the clan elder in front of him:

"The clan elder is right, the current continent has become more and more chaotic because of the angel's order."

"Only when we hurry to that safe and warm place can we weep alive in this chaotic era."

"Everyone!"

The leader of the Weeping Clan smiled and leaned over to look at all the clansmen present.

"Forward!"

"Yes, Chief!"

After this conversation, there seems to be less hidden dangers in the clan.

But the dangers on the way do not diminish because of this, but become more and more crazy as the angelic commands spread.

"Chief, there's a race in front of you that's sacrificing."

After Erlang returned from the front investigation, he took a breath and hurriedly reported.

"Sacrifice?"

"Yes, and they have also set up formations, offered sacrifices, and prayed that this storm will stop."

The leader of the Spirit Weeping Clan frowned slightly, another crazy race.

If it was just a simple sacrifice that could stop the wind and snow, wouldn't those stronger powerhouses and angels do it?

I just rushed to the doctor when I was sick.

"Got it, all of them started to turn and avoid them."

Since they are all crazy enough to recognize the reality and engage in such a thing as a sacrifice, there is no need for them to meet them.

Maniacs are always troublesome.

However, as Erlang was about to leave, the leader of the Weeping Clan asked who the great presence of that race's sacrifice was?

Did that cataclysm show the greatness of the miracle (this chapter is not finished!) )

Chapter 232: Death to the God of Ice and Snow!

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"Back to the leader, it's the god of ice and snow."

Rumble!

Suddenly, an explosion was heard in the distance.

The sound is surging, and the wind and snow within a radius of hundreds of miles are temporarily removed, and the whirring wind and snow seem to be still.

And the leader of the Spirit Weeping Clan in the clan heard this loud noise, but his face changed greatly, and he roared angrily:

"Quick, protect the nest, protect the old and the young! Immediately, quickly! ”

Rumble!

Waves of wind and snow rumbled across the distance.

The leader of the Spirit Weeping Clan gritted his teeth and desperately swam to the front of the gestational nest, urging the magic props on his body to form a protective shield and hold it in front.

Erlang, who had just caught his breath, was the second to change his complexion, and immediately ran to his father's side, propping up an even greater shield.

Then came the guards, the clan elders, the clansmen, and all the Lingweing clans whose complexions changed drastically.

Airplanes!

A protective shield covering a radius of several hundred meters was propped up.

The Weeping Clan soldier at the outermost level was swept to the ground by the wind and snow waves as soon as he made contact, and his mouth was filled with cold wind and snow.

Then came the young man in the back, the clan elder, Erlang......

But there is no risk at all that the nest is bred, and in the slightest damage, they are not able to rebuild another one in a short period of time in their current condition.

Therefore, no one retreated.

Above, where all living beings can't see.

Kalusha stood there with a complicated face, looking at the scene below where the Weeping Clan was desperately gritting their teeth for the descendants of their race, and said with some hesitation:

"Great Elder, aren't we?"

Although these angels have not yet researched a completely safe and feasible way to transform into spirits, they also have the strength of top-notch elixirs.

As long as they make a move, this little wave of anger can be easily suppressed.

Those races affected by this storm can also breathe a sigh of relief and survive.

It's just that Grand Elder Gru just shook his head kindly.

"Calusa, we have our own business to do."

"Death" of the person who sacrificed to the god of ice and snow! "Let's put the stone monument on it."

"The god of ice?" Calusa's mouth opened slightly, and she asked in surprise.

"Why, the queen didn't order me to do it there, and the queen is ...... right now"

"It's a sacrifice to the god of ice and snow, isn't it?"

Grand Elder Gru interrupted Carusa with a smile.

"Well, so Great Elder, why do you put that kind of thing underneath?"

Calusa was still puzzled and frowned slightly.

It's just that Great Elder Gru didn't answer this, but just smiled and ordered as the Great Elder of Angels:

"Kalusha's left guard, I command you, as the Grand Elder of the Angel Clan, to "Die to those who sacrifice to the God of Ice and Snow!" "The stele stands on it."

As he spoke, a stone tablet more than ten meters high appeared in front of Kalusha, and the eight big characters there made Kalusha a little dazzling.

"I, I'm ......" Calusa paused slightly, wanting to say something, but in the end she took a deep breath, saluted with one hand and stroked her chest, and said respectfully:

"The Queen's left guard, Calusa, take the order."

Chapter 232: Death to the God of Ice and Snow!