The terrible north wind cried out like a child in pain, and the terrible cold raged in the snowfields of the far north of the world amid the piercing sound of the wind and snow. Snow wolves huddle in small canyons, huddle together, and warm their companions with their thick fur.

The young wolf cubs hid in the middle of the pack, and here the howling cold wind briefly distanced the young creatures from the flock of the adult snow wolves. Hiding under the protection of their parents, the little wolf cub whined, a little afraid of the blizzard raging in the sky.

The adult snow wolves lowered their heads one after another, covering the only sky in the circle, otherwise the snow would fall. Although their mouths and noses were frozen by the cold, they never dispersed, because after scattering the group, losing the last remaining warmth would kill all the cubs in an instant, and the adult snow wolves could not hold on for long.

Every once in a while, the snow wolf, which is standing on the outermost part of the snow and bearing the blows of the wind and snow, will move inside. The snow wolves inside automatically got out of the way, and intuitively walked out of the warm circle to take the place of the snow wolf.

The protection of the group is the strength that the snow wolves rely on to survive in this icy snowstorm. They relied on each other, borrowed the power of their companions, and struggled to survive, and the only force that could threaten them was perhaps the moving skeletons, except for the merciless natural wind and snow......

Click-click-

The sound of bones rubbing against each other was gradually blown away in the cold wind, and could not be conveyed too far. The icy soul fire danced blue flames in the eye sockets of the skeletons, and this army of skeletons marching in the wind and snow may be the only creatures in the entire Arctic snowfield that are not afraid of the cold and terrifying weather.

Maybe they're not even creatures.

The rows of skulls dancing with blue flames dotted a long blue path in the cold wind, which could be seen at a glance even in this snowstorm with extremely low visibility.

Some squirrels hiding in the hollows of the trees shivered with fear as they watched the army of skeletons passing by at their feet. Even their modest intelligence can feel a cold, dead death power...... Maybe it's because of the lack of intelligence. Their senses became more sensitive, and they became more and more frightened by the aura of death.

But the skeleton army wasn't for them, so these shivering squirrels were lucky.

When the huge camp standing in the cold storm and snow appeared in front of it, the skeletal army raised their weapons and let out a terrifying roar. The howl vibrated by the soul fire, like a prelude to the undead, instantly alarmed the creatures in the camp.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! The skeletons are here again!"

The sound of frightened warnings sounded from the sentries of the wooden towers of the camp. But the cold wind and snow blocked his voice transmission, and his shouting and roaring could not arouse anyone's alarm, and he rushed to the big bell dozens of meters away in the wind and snow. Striking the warning bell with all his might.

When-When-When-

The huge bell rang in the wind and snow, and even the violent wind and snow could not completely block the sound transmission of the bell. Many of the trolls in the village woke up, and the news of the enemy attack was quickly spread throughout the camp.

"Ka !!Ka Ka !!Ka

Amid countless shouts of war, the trolls jumped onto the wall and drew their weapons to meet the enemy's attack. At this time, the city was already in chaos, a group of skeletons desperately attacked the living in sight, the blue soul flames were beating, and the blood splashed by the trolls of those warriors set off a killing chaos in the wind and snow.

And even more frightening. It was the trolls who had died in battle who would soon stagger to their feet again, enslaved by the power of death, frantically attacking their former people. This strange sight should have been terrifying, but the snow trolls were unsurprised, and it was clear that they were already familiar with the skeletons' methods.

"Ka !!Ka Ka

In the midst of the shouting war cries. The trolls poured into the city, bravely attacking the army of skeletons of the undead, and in time to withstand the almost collapsed battlefield. And just when the city was in a scuffle and countless trolls were dying one after another, it was in the tallest temple in the center of the village. In the dimly lit hall, however, stood by default a group of old trolls.

The old bodies were no longer able to support them in battle, but they didn't need to fight, and they laid down their sharp weapons. He picked up the totemic witchcraft stick handed down from his ancestors, put on the costume of a shaman, and guarded his people in another way.

"They're ...... again"

Patriarch Calgas gasped in pain, clutching the wound on his chest and frowning. The old patriarch was attacked by wild wolves when he went out hunting with the warriors of the tribe not long ago, and was seriously injured in the chest.

All the trolls knew that their patriarch was dead. But no troll can redeem this qiē, even if the trolls present are the wisest elders of all, and all of them together cannot save a life that is about to die.

"Of course they're back! I knew that the undead wouldn't let go of this blizzard, but I didn't expect them to come!"

A tall shaman clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said, "These evil undead, one day, I will kill the villain behind them with my own hands!

Calgas glanced at the tall and stout shaman and recognized the other party's identity, "Gul'dan, didn't the detachment you led already get some information not long ago, why didn't you tell us all yet?"

The tall and muscular shaman lowered his head in some trepidation, "Old patriarch, I just hope to surprise everyone after all the investigations are completed. At present, the investigation is at an impasse, and I dare not say anything. ”

"Tell me about it, and show me what great things our young lads have accomplished," Calgas said, panting as he clutched his chest, his face flushed from the pain, "and by the way, I can give you a little more instructions—a little bit of instruction that might work, let me, a dying old fellow, hear what you have accomplished, I'm looking forward to it." ”

"Yes, old patriarch," Gul'dan said, bowing his head and with some sadness, "we are all waiting for your guidance. ”

"Well, let's talk about it. ”

"We already know that the origin of this group of undead came from the awakening of some evil being in the depths of the north. That evil being was an extraterritorial demon god who had fallen in the North Pole for 10,000 years, and his body shattered into the sky, turning into a series of mountains, and the powerful impact when he landed formed a huge throne of ice. In the past, it has been rumored that the soul of the demon god is sleeping under the throne of ice, and if he wakes up, he will destroy the world, and we all thought it was just a false legend, but now the legend has really come true. ”

Gur'dan pointed to the wind and snow howling outside, and said, "The undead who frantically attacked all living creatures and resurrected the dead they had killed to join their army were controlled by that demon god. With the Ice Throne as the center, one-third of the entire Arctic Snow Field has now fallen under the control of the Lord of Death, and all the creatures in the area have been transformed into undead who serve it, and the purpose of this group of undead attacking us is also to kill the trolls of our entire clan, and then become a subordinate driven by the Lord of Death!"

The terrifying reality made the eyes of all shamans widen. They all stood up and looked at Guldan, a slightly young shaman, with a look of surprise and disbelief.

"Is this true? Guldan? Who sued you?"

Before Gul'dan could open his mouth and speak, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared in the air.

It was an angelic girl, a pair of white wings flapping gently behind her, and her jade-like face was perfect and flawless. With a hint of cold ruthlessness, the girl who suddenly appeared in the hall said calmly, "I sue him." ”

She paused and bowed, "Introduce myself, I'm Erin, the Soul Healer, working for my master, the Lord of Death. And you, as reservists of the dead, will also join the servant ranks of your master and become the most faithful believers in death. ”

The appearance of the girl instantly caused chaos in the entire hall, and countless shamans raised their witchcraft sticks one after another, and unleashed countless witchcraft to control the girl who suddenly appeared. However, an invisible layer of power surrounded the girl, and all the power of sorcery was in vain, leaving behind dozens of shamans with shocked faces.

"Invalid?!How is it possible!"

"Is this a monster?!"

"My witchcraft!"

"Oh!

Amid the roars of horror or anger from the shamans, the maiden shook her head and said, "Give up resistance, gentlemen. No one can resist the call of the Master, and no one can refuse the Master's request to submit to the dark death, and I will grant you eternal death on behalf of the Master. ”

At this point, there was no need for more words, and all the shamans rushed towards the girl in the center with their witchcraft sticks. Before they were a shaman, they were formidable warriors, not really old enough to move countless bullets.

"Wishful thinking!"

"Die, Devil, go back to Hell with your master's command!"

"Trolls are never slaves!"

Countless roars of anger instantly flooded this dark hall. (To be continued......)