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The cold north wind blew the thick black fog that represented death.

Litmanin stood at one end of the canyon, staring at the black mist in front of him getting closer.

In the black fog, there are living skeletons, including wolf, bear, deer, fox, and even Litmaning's father-in-law and mother-in-law.

These skeleton eye sockets braved the white light colder than the ice on the top of the mountain, and walked quietly towards the other side of the canyon.

Litmanin tightened the leather rope wrapped around his hand to ensure that the hammer would not be let go in the next battle, then clenched his shield and asked his companions to help tie it up.

He still remembered that day, he and a dozen of his comrades braved the severe cold to travel through the tribes with the deep-sea electric eel emperor meat given by the adult, and brought the news that everyone could move to the holy city.

However, when they came to the south near the tribe of Litmaning's father-in-law and mother-in-law, they saw countless monster skeletons on the top of the mountain come alive and invaded the tribe.

The next scene made them sweat, and the dead and dying people burst out with pale flames, which burned all the flesh, and then skeletons rose from the ground and joined those who were dying. The ranks of Warcraft skeletons.

Litmaning could only watch helplessly as her mother-in-law, who could kill a wolf with her bare hands in the past, was thrown down by a group of skeleton wolves. After a burst of white flames, her skeleton stood up from the ground, then turned and walked back home.

After a while, he seemed to hear the screams of his wife and brother.

Many years ago, Litmanin and the others lived nearby before the chief moved to the Holy City after winning the position of the great chief. Many people have relatives in this tribe.

Knowing the seriousness of the situation, Litmanin endured his grief and brought this change to all the tribes with his friends.

At this time, there were already seven or eight tribes encountered unexpectedly in the south, and some tribes were being besieged.

A win-or-die war is unfolding in this cold snow forest.

Fortunately, Litmaning and the others reported the news in time, otherwise the more than 200,000 to 300,000 tribes scattered across the vast land would be defeated one by one in this winter, and finally gathered into an army of undead.

The only good news is that now everyone can take refuge in the holy city, relying on the city walls and several canyons outside the holy city to defend against the enemy.

After this period of battle, the soldiers in the snow forest have summed up a lot of experience.

Avalanches can't stop them, and fires can, but mass fires can't be used this season.

The monsters that everyone usually tame are useless to these skeletons, they only increase their power.

These skeletons can only be destroyed by smashing the skull, otherwise even breaking the bones elsewhere will not destroy them.

The black fog was getting closer and closer, Litmaning clenched the hammer in his hand, turned his head and looked at his companions, everyone was ready.

The task of dozens of them is to defend this canyon and buy time for the dozen or so tribes who retreated to the holy city behind.

I don't know who started, Litmaning and the others sang a song belonging to the warriors together:

Our blows are heavy and powerful

Our anger cannot be quelled

We have no mercy and hometown

Our happiness is the battle ahead

Our hearts are firm

The earth resounds with our cry

shattered their chains

we will never stop fighting

Before the Kwens were freed

we will never stop fighting

Before the Kwens were freed

We will never put our heads down

Our hunters are determined

Although we have experienced countless pains

but still have the holy mind

We'll rise like ice bears

forced to enjoy the fate of war

A story will be born in this land

keep growing, progress, until victory

The spirit of the hunter cannot be subdued by force

underground far from the sky

Hunters' Ice Bear Banner

waving in their strong arms

on the thundering battlefield

coast to the rising sun

...

As the majestic singing sounded, the battle lines on the soldiers' skin lit up, and the light flowed through the palms to the weapons.

Litmaning felt the familiar power pouring out of his body, his breathing became more and more rapid, and his mouth opened wide.

At the last moment, he closed his mouth and stopped breathing.

The hard gravel in the canyon turned into powder under his feet, and the huge force made Litmanin and his comrades rush towards the enemy at a speed of 100 meters and only five seconds.

Among the undead, a tall female skeleton carried a giant sword in her hand, which was the betrothal gift of Litmaning when he married his wife.

The undead waved the great sword in his hand, but failed to swing it down.

Litmaning increased his speed to the extreme, and the hammer in his hand exceeded the speed of sound, instantly smashing his mother-in-law's skull into a ball of powder.

His brother-in-law is thirteen or fourteen years old this year. He is a promising child. His biggest dream in the past was to use the giant sword that his brother-in-law used as a dowry. He may grow into the most powerful warrior in the tribe in the future.

At the next moment, Litmaning smashed his wife and brother away with the shield in his hand, crushing all the bones above the collarbone.

"boom!"

Litmanin, whose vision and hearing were affected by the black fog, slammed the hammer in his hand to the right according to the soldier's intuition.

He was very familiar with the tremendous power coming from the long sword on the opposite side. His father-in-law was the most powerful warrior in the tribe. On the day he proposed to his wife's family, they fought all night in the square.

The weapon in Litmanin's hand is protected by magic, and there is no problem at all. But his father-in-law lost the unique battle pattern magic bonus, and the weapon in his hand shattered instantly.

The hammer smashed out from top to bottom, the skull, cervical vertebrae, vertebrae, ribs, pelvis... Litmaning smashed his father-in-law into pieces.

Similar scenes were repeated around, and the enemies in front of many soldiers at the moment were their relatives and friends during their lifetimes.

There was no time to grieve, and the soldiers of Xuelin moved on.

There are more and more undead of Warcraft ahead.

These warriors are elites selected from several tribes, and it is no problem to deal with monsters, even if these monsters have become undead.

The skilled warriors swept through the undead at an extremely fast speed, leaving behind a ground covered with white skeletal fragments.

Seeing that these undead were about to be killed, Litmaning felt a little relieved.

"Boom boom boom!"

No one could have imagined that the skeletons on the ground and the undead skeletons in front of them suddenly exploded violently at the same time.

The huge shock wave threw up these burly warriors and smashed them to the ground.

The cold air was inhaled into the lungs, and the coldness was accompanied by a stinging pain.

Litmaning remembered that when he was sixteen years old, he was slapped by an ice bear and his ribs were broken. That was the feeling at that time.

He thought of his pregnant wife in the holy city, who would have turned into bear dung if she hadn't driven the ice bear away with a lit javelin that day.

He also thought that soon after winter had passed, his wife would give birth to a son or a daughter, and it would be time for him to grow a beard.

The whistling cold wind woke him up a little.

"Hypia... Yahobi... Pirinen..."

Litmanin, who was lying on the ground unable to move, called out his companion's name with difficulty, but only a few responded.

After ten breaths, Litmanin slowed down and sat up with difficulty.

Most of the leather armor on his body was torn, and only a quarter of the shield remained in his hand. The hammer was still there, but his left leg was twisted into a weird shape.

In the depths of the canyon, the black fog appeared again, and the fog was thicker than before.

Litmanen struggled to get up on his right leg.

Not far from him, the white flames on several comrades-in-arms had just been extinguished. These undead skeletons who stood up pointed their weapons at the comrades who were still fighting side by side, and were seriously injured on the ground.

A little snow fell, and a smile appeared on Litmaning's face.

Stories in the tribes often say that when heroes die in battle, the snow is the carpet of the gods to welcome their souls to the Garden of the Gods.

Litma stood quietly~lightnovelpub.net~, accumulating his last strength, ready to deal a fatal blow to the skeleton walking towards him.

Suddenly, a red light illuminated the entire canyon, and even the snowflakes in the sky were reddened.

Before he could turn around, a wall of fire several meters high rushed from behind and enveloped him.

Looking at the flames around him, Litmaning thought he was going to burn to death here today.

"That's fine." He said to himself in his heart, "At least you don't have to turn into that **** skeleton to kill your relatives."

It's just that as soon as this thought fell, he came out from the other side of the fire wall. The fire wall didn't stop and continued to move forward, instantly burning the few people who had become or are becoming living skeletons to ashes.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the adult shout: "Quick! Quickly rescue the wounded!"

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