At the entrance of the central Thracian army tent, Lep Heinrich, the Sword Saint of Frost, watched the battle ahead and sighed softly.

"The storm has been advancing, but the mountains have set foot in place." He said, "The outcome of this battle, probably in the past few years, has long been doomed."

In the shadows, Alan Weiner asked, "How can you see it?"

"I remember when I played against Ai Lanz, their charge would dissipate once they slowed down. But now, even if they charge into the enemy's line, they can all break into pieces, form a number of small formations to attack in all directions, and then attack again. Regrouping—the ability to gather and scatter at will, is much better than their ancestors.”

"What about the Pieduts family?"

"It's still the way it was back then. Compared to when Owens designed this battle formation, the equipment is better, the soldiers are stronger, that's all." The Sword Saint sighed, "Perhaps... the existence of legendary powerhouses. , it's not necessarily a good thing."

He didn't wait for Alan Weena to answer, he walked straight out of the tent, passed the soldiers guarding in front of the tent, and stood in front of them.

"Draw the sword!" he said lightly.

All the soldiers pulled out their swords in unison, and their postures were as neat as copy-paste.

"Raise your sword."

Thousands of swords were raised, and the swords held up to the eyebrows, which was the etiquette of swordsmen.

The swordsman also drew his sword and assumed the same posture, calmly watching the mighty Elanz cavalry rushing over.

Of course, the passers-by saw him for the first time, and saw the group of soldiers behind him who were in the same pose as him.

[Traditional warrior: Huh? ! Thracian swordsman? Does this army exist now? 】

[Sleepless every night: Impossible! The Thracian Sword Guard only appeared after the Battle of the Royal Capital, not even in the Battle of the Royal Capital! 】

[If I don’t speak, I’m bored: Obviously your information is wrong, and now there are at least a thousand sword guards in front of us. 】

[Sleepless every night: Thousands of people... That's not surprising, maybe it's just the prototype of this legion. 】

[The Count is very busy: just take this opportunity to kill them! Clear a hidden danger for the future! 】

[Liu Daoqing: I agree! Kill them, and the Ellants family can be a little less threatening. 】

[The chef who looks after the house: Liu Daoqing, the ancients said, "The water splashed by the married daughter", I think it is very suitable for you to use it! 】

Next, a bunch of laughs of all kinds in the chat channel.

Liu Daoqing was stabbed by this sentence, his face flushed, and his beard was twisted. He had the intention to prove his valor on the battlefield, but he had just flown from the Manchurian Earth Castle to the vicinity of the Elanz Castle by the human cannon, and his weak state was not over yet.

At this moment, the traversers had already taken the lead, rushing in front of the Storm Legion and rushing towards the Frost Sword Saint.

Their original plan was to attack them in groups and besiege the Frost Sword Saint. Now that this guy has appeared, of course it's time to execute the plan!

Dozens of traversers swarmed up and rushed towards the Frost Sword Saint. But the Frost Sword Saint was unmoved, instead showing a mocking smile.

When Raisha, the sky knight rushing in front, was about to stab him, he finally swung his sword.

The icy gust of wind swept over a distance of at least thirty or forty meters in front of him in an instant.

The traversers fell down one after another, and none of them could hold their own. And the few people who rushed in the front simply turned into light in the air and hung back to the castle.

"Damn! It's so strong!"

"This guy is too strong!"

"It's not on the same level as that Heavenly Bow, Shield Mountain..."

The passers-by complained, cried out in pain, and tried to get up.

At this moment, the cavalry of Ai Lanz had passed by them, and the dexterous warhorse bypassed these comrades who were stumbling, crawling, and standing unsteadily, without reducing their speed at all.

Katarina rushed to the front of the team, facing the terrifying powerful enemy who had just repelled dozens of Inhumans with a single sword, without any fear.

She raised her sword, ready to use the power of the army's charge to slash fiercely towards the Sword Saint.

She knew that this sword would probably not be effective. If it is effective, most likely he will die in battle, and the other party... will also be injured a little bit more or less, that's all.

After all, that is the number one powerhouse in the world.

But she was not afraid, on the contrary a little excited.

He had completely stopped breathing, his heart was beating very fast, and he felt blood rushing to the top of his head. Even the scene in front of him was a little blurry, and his body didn't look like his own.

She couldn't help but remember the first time she fought, it was a crusade against a group of goblins who dared to come out of the forest. At that time, she took twelve little devils about her own age, under the **** of Uncle Pied, to deal with an enemy ten times her own.

Goblins are not strong enemies, but even weak monsters are not easy to deal with in groups.

She remembered that her first strike was cut in the air, and the goblin on the opposite side screamed and avoided her attack. Instead, another goblin attacked from the side and stabbed her in the stomach with a short spear. Fortunately, the armor was strong enough to block the shot.

Then she grabbed the barrel of the gun in one hand, rushed up, and slashed the goblin who was reluctant to let go of the weapon with one sword. The sharp enchanted long sword easily split its head in two, and blood and brains flowed out together.

At that time, she was stunned, a little dazed in her heart, and couldn't believe how easy it was to kill a creature.

But she didn't stay stunned for a long time. A goblin smashed her head with a stick and woke her up.

The sturdy helmet blocked the force of that stick well, and a one-sided slaughter followed. They easily defeated the group of monsters, killing almost a third of them. The rest fled back into the forest and ran so fast that they couldn't catch up.

Afterwards, she and her friends were severely criticized by Uncle Pied, and everyone was pointed out several mistakes. She was the most criticized, and Uncle Pied, who was usually mild-mannered, was particularly harsh that day.

"You are not even as good as goblins!" he said fiercely, "If each other's equipment is the same, you will not even have a chance to fight back, and you will be killed in one fell swoop and become their winter jerky!"

She laughed suddenly.

(Anyway, you can't even beat a goblin! Even an ordinary farmer can easily kill a goblin as long as he doesn't panic!)

(From the goblin to the strongest ice swordsman in the world, I have indeed grown a lot over the years...)

Thinking of this, she suddenly relaxed, her body regained its flexibility, and even the falling sword was full of power.

The sword fell, and the horse charged.

The earth roared.

Alanz's storm collided head-on with the strongest man in the world.