As the city of Di'an bathes in the gentle spring rain, dark clouds that can't melt like ink blanket the northern sky.

On the vast land, the north is frozen, and thousands of miles of snow drifts.

The violent hurricane mixed with snowflakes constantly falling from the sky, so gloomy that it was impossible to distinguish between day and night, and the vision lost its visibility under this blizzard.

Under the whole sky, only the sound of the wind like a ghost crying wolf and the sound of fighting hidden under the snow could be heard.

This is a simple camp temporarily built by the Black Scale Guard, and the wall is engraved with the rough and shallow formation temporarily engraved by the army formation division, but these formations have been destroyed, and tall black shadows continue to sweep through the wall and attack the camp.

The whole camp looked so thin in the wind and snow.

The sound of shouting and killing, the clanging of iron clashes, the crisp sound of crossbows.

Countless corpses of barbarians and humans were buried in the snow.

The flames flickered around the camp, and the fierce fighting gradually cooled as time passed

On the highland hills outside the camp, several tall figures like iron towers loomed in the wind and snow, looking down on the Terran camp below.

I don't know how long it took,

"Click-"

A huge foot with a cuticle stepped into the snow, smashing something buried in the snow with a crunching sound.

The gaze of the several "iron towers" standing on the hill slowly turned back, and the blood light in the eyes looked a little gloomy in the wind and snow.

The person who came was a barbarian, with a tall and sturdy body covered in blood, and a lot of bone spurs around his body were broken.

Seeing these tall figures, the barbarian knelt down with his right hand on his chest and performed a barbarian etiquette, and his deep vocal cords emitted a burst of awkward language that did not belong to Da Yan:

"Wang, Wu Yuan is not in the camp, please surrender to the king."

When the words fell, none of the tower-like figures spoke, staring at the people with dark blue eyes.

The wind was sluggish, and a voice slowly came from behind several iron towers.

The barbarian king stared at the already dead camp below:

"As expected, it's not easy for Gu Chen's first battalion to completely destroy Wu Yuan's Qu Division, get up."

Hearing this, the barbarian named Gu Chen did not get up, but still knelt.

The Barbarian Alien King slowly turned around, staring at Gu Chen:

"You seem to have something to say?"

Gu Chen took a deep breath, and the bone joints on his clenched fists "creaked", and his voice was low and fast:

"Your Majesty, if it weren't for the snow falling on this day, even if there were only more than 5,000 people in this camp, I am afraid that it would be difficult for our troops to attack the fortifications, and we would have lost 40,000 people in the battle of Dali Mountain before we could withdraw, and now the Marquis of Wu Cheng of the Yan Dynasty has returned to the northern city, and may enter the north at any time, I implore the king to think twice."

The howling of the wind raged in the snowy night, and the hills fell silent for a moment.

The Marquis of Wu Cheng of Great Yan was a nightmare hanging over the heads of their Holy Clan, and the prestige accumulated over the decades was made up of the corpses of countless Holy Clan's people.

Invincible.

Now that the Yan Dynasty has gathered millions of elites in the north, the best option is to take advantage of the heavy snow to quickly retreat to the depths of the north to hibernate.

If the fight continues, the entire Holy Race will be in danger of extinction.

Silent for a long time,

The Barbarian King did not answer Gu Chen's words directly:

"Leave the meat in your own tribe, hand over the spirit blade weapons to the high priest, and when you hand over the weapons, you can ask him to receive a thousand holy soldiers, get up."

There was a resoluteness in his voice that was not angry and arrogant.

Gu Chen didn't speak again, exhaled a mouthful of white mist, and slowly got up and saluted:

"Thank you, the king."

The wind was still there, and the barbarian king stared at the camp below, without the slightest intention of speaking.

Gu Chen glanced at the back of the king, and suddenly spoke:

"Your Majesty, this time, we have captured some live mouths, do you want to go and see it?"

The cold voice of the barbarian king came:

"Someone worthy among them?"

"There is a cronie of Wu Yuan."

"Wu Yuan?"

The barbarian king looked down at the severed bone spur on his arm, and his eyes flashed with a strong killing intent: "You go down first, I'll go and see." ”

Gu Chen didn't say anything more and saluted and left, and his tall figure disappeared in the snowy night in an instant.

Time flies by minute by minute, about a cup of tea,

An iron tower behind the barbarian king suddenly spoke with an urn sound:

"Your Majesty, now that the hearts of the army within the Holy Clan are shaken, we really won't retreat?"

“.”

The barbarian king slowly sat down on the cliff side of the hill, exhaled a breath of turbid air and dissipated into white mist:

"Zaye, do you think we should retreat?"

The tower barbarian named Zaye was silent.

The brute-covered cheeks of the Barbarian King seemed to smile, and swept towards several Iron Tower Barbarians around him:

"You can talk about it, let's play Eji from childhood to adulthood, we can say anything about it."

Zaye was silent for a while, glanced in the direction Gu Chen left, and said in a low voice:

"This war with Great Yan has lasted for four years, and many tribes are already tired, and now the harvest is enough to return to the ancestral land to cultivate for more than ten years, and the human craftsmen who have been captured along the way can also make us more prepared at the beginning of the next war."

"More prepared?"

The Barbarian Alien King shook his head, full of helplessness: "How can I be more prepared?" More clansmen? More Holy Soldiers? Or more totemic battle flags?

"But have you ever thought that even if we were more prepared, we would be able to outperform the Yan Dynasty that occupies Middle-earth?"

No one spoke up.

The Barbarian King slowly raised his hand and caught a snowflake falling from the sky, not feeling the cold.

His palms are covered with a kind of cuticle like a hand armor.

Adult barbarians will grow such a hard cuticle around their bodies, which is a killing weapon, and it is also a means of insulating and keeping warm in this bitter cold land that they have evolved over the years.

And because of this, the piece of snow in the palm of the barbarian king's hand showed no signs of melting, and he muttered:

"In this northern land, the newborns of my holy clan can only survive one or two, and most of them died from this bitter cold, died of lack of food, died in December of the year, and most of the time they couldn't see the sun!"

The barbarian alien king pointed to the guide with his other hand casually:

"Zaye, have you ever been to the south of Beifeng?"

“.”

Silence for a few breaths,

Zaye's urn sounded:

"I've never been."

There was a hint of remembrance and yearning in the blue eyes of the barbarian king:

"This king has been there secretly, the climate in the south of the northern city is warm, there is an inexhaustible supply of water and food, wild beasts in the mountains and forests can hunt, fertile fields can be cultivated, and we can do everything we want."

Saying,

The Barbarian King clenched the snowflakes in his hand hard, stood up, and swept his gaze over the four cronies, word by word:

"I will lead my people to break through the insurmountable northern blockade.

"Only in this way can our race continue and develop, and we will not be able to kill each other in this snowfield where birds don't for a bite to eat!"

(End of chapter)