Whether you like it or not, the old city of Snow will always be there, waiting for the returning wanderer or the stranger with bad intentions. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The Terran army is still in the south, and the city gate in the north is a little tighter, but it can still enter and exit normally.

The cart pulled by the Earth Prisoner ran over the bluestone slab, attracting a lot of attention.

The demons looked at the tall corpse in the carriage, their pale faces and dark blue eyes full of shock, and shouted loudly. There are many languages of the demons, and the languages spoken by different classes in the old snow city are often different, but at this time, most of the exclamations have similar syllables - Gu Ai.

No one noticed that there was a long wound in the tall corpse, a small hole in the chest, which was just hidden by the shadow of the leather robe.

If someone gets close to look at it, they may see a very eerie and scary scene.

There was an eye in the small hole, which was calm and devoid of any emotion, but was clearly alive.

"The grandson of the huge Guai?"

Folding his sleeves compared with the top-secret information he had read at the military headquarters back then, and he understood who the young nobleman who died under his hands was, so he no longer thought about this question.

Through the small hole in the young nobleman's body, he looked at the streets and buildings of the old snow town.

The appearance of the human race and the high-level demon race is somewhat similar, but they are two completely different species, the two sides have fought for tens of thousands of years, and have long formed an insoluble blood feud, whether it is material or spiritual, the two sides are completely isolated from each other, but in the period of Tunguska University scholars, there was a very short period of time for very limited exchanges.

For countless years, only a very small number of demons have appeared in Kyoto, and most of them have had a very tragic ending. As for the Terrans...... Since Wang Zhice signed an armistice agreement with the Demon Lord, no human race has been able to set foot in the Snow Old City. Folded sleeves can be said to be the first person to walk into the old snow town in hundreds of years.

The Snow Old City is strange to the Terrans, evil, a devil's lair, and an abyss of sin, so what exactly is it?

Folding sleeves only knew that the walls of this city were very high, several times higher than those in Luoyang, and it had been a long time since entering the city gate, and the moss and residual snow on the walls could still be clearly seen. The streets here are straight and wide, and the buildings are very tall, most of them are made of stone, which looks a little rough and has a very clear beauty. And every once in a while, you can see a kind of spire-like building, which I don't know what purpose it is, giving people a sense of grandeur and sacredness.

I don't know how long I walked, but the sky gradually brightened, and the time came to noon. Suddenly, the sunlight was blocked, leaving a gloom, and I folded my sleeves to see a black stone tablet. I don't know what material the black stone tablet is made of, and when I look at it, it seems to be sucked away.

It seems that after inspection, the imprisoned beast continued to move forward, and there were more and more black stone tablets in the eyes of the folding sleeves, and one could be seen more than ten zhang away, standing between the cyan hills, because the view was blocked, he could not see the whole picture here, but from the picture he saw, he could imagine how magnificent that picture should be.

The cyan hills were full of black monuments, which looked like a huge cemetery, and it looked like some kind of sacrificial formation.

Folded Sleeves felt the body of the young nobleman being lifted up and then slowly and carefully lowered into a pit slightly lower than the ground.

He suddenly felt that something was wrong.

In the original plan, he planned to wait for the young nobleman to be buried, and wait underground for a few days before leaving to find Nanke.

According to his understanding of the Demon Clan, the family cemetery of a young nobleman like this should be not far from the Demon Palace.

When he saw those huge black monuments, he really thought that this was the family cemetery of the young nobleman.

The body of the Guai family is already very large, so there is a huge Guai statement, and he thinks that the tombstone of this family should be larger than the ordinary one.

But with the young nobleman's status, the burial should not be so hasty, even in times of war.

If not the burial ground of the Guai family, what would this place be, and why are there so many mysterious black steles here?

After a while, no coffin lid fell, and folding the sleeves felt even more strange.

He put his finger out of the wound on the young nobleman's body, pulled his clothes aside and looked out of the pit.

The field of vision that can be seen is still limited, and the first thing that catches your eye is a black stone monument.

When I got closer, I could see clearly that it was an obeligor, the top of which was diagonally closed into a spire, aimed at the sky.

With his sleeves folded, he looked at the sky along the tip of the stele.

In the past, he often looked at the sky from this angle, when he was tired of chasing and fighting, when he needed to hide his figure, he often buried himself in the snow, opened his eyes, looked at the gray sky, and looked at it for a long time, he knew that after looking at it for a long time, it was easy to have some kind of illusion, the height would be reversed, the sky would become an abyss, and you would float in the void space, full of unstable feelings, just like this time.

The feeling of emptiness grew stronger and stronger, and finally became some kind of alarm sign.

On that side of the sky, at the bottom of the abyss, it was as if an eye was quietly watching him.

Folded sleeves felt that his body was out of control, and cold sweat slowly seeped out of his body, as if he had taken away all his courage at the same time.

At the top of the grassy hill that he could not see, surrounded by thousands of black monuments, the black robe looked up at the sky, not knowing what he was doing.

Suddenly, the black robe withdrew his gaze and swept among the thousands of black obelins.

At this moment, the heart of the folded sleeve suddenly beat strongly, outside the normal rhythm.

At the most critical moment, the whims of his old illness wake him up from this nightmare with no real content, and find that someone seems to be observing him.

He closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually stopped, like a real dead man.

Suddenly, snow fell from the depths of the gray sky, on the grassy knoll, and at the bottom of the pit, gradually covering the corpses of all the demons.

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The war between the human race and the demon race has entered the most difficult situation, and the tripartite field to the south of the old city of Snow is full of battles, there is no pure land in a radius of thousands of miles, and death is happening at any time, both sides are exhausted to the extreme, numb to the extreme, just to see who collapses first in the end.

The Holy Light Crossbow of the Terran army is about to run out, and the supplies in the rear have been unable to keep up with it more than ten days ago, and as for other supplies such as ordnance and spars, they have been cut off for several days, and the Western Route Army, which is sweeping the surrounding bases of the Demon Race, has not had good news for a long time. The situation on the demon side was not much better, and most of the ordnance defending the city was beyond repair, so that the bravest cavalry squads of the Terrans were sometimes able to break through to less than three miles from the city walls.

One morning, a shout full of surprise suddenly came from the north of the wilderness, and then there was a faint sound of singing, and gradually, the screams and songs came to the south, and after entering the old snow city, they turned into thunderous cheers, and finally hundreds of thousands of tribal warriors in the wilderness outside the city also roared together.

At the very beginning, the human army noticed the movement of the demons and observed with vigilance and confusion, not knowing what was going on.

The cheers of the demon soldiers became louder and louder, and the emotions of the Terran soldiers became more and more nervous.

He Ming looked at the gray sky and finally understood what was going on.

He reached out to catch a snowflake that was falling.

It's snowing.

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(If there are no surprises, April will be the last full moon of Zetianji, and I will write it with all my might, thank you.) ）