Frost Wings

"Mr. Long, what should I do with my clan?" Baihe put Sif on top of a high snow-capped mountain. As soon as the elf girl landed, she saw that it had become a small town and asked anxiously.

"Your clan? Isn't your enemy just these thick and stupid white skins?" Bai He looked at a group of troops that appeared on the other side of the snowfield, and snorted disdainfully, "What's so great about them?"

His body glowed and began to become a prototype.

"Huh?" Sif was stunned for a moment, watching Bai He gradually transforming into a dragon form and the exaggerated armor on his body, he shouted in surprise, "Mr. Long, you have grown bigger."

Bai He snorted, flapped his wings and flew up: "Stay honest."

On the stone wall of Snow Marsh Town, Cha Salin looked at the snow field in the distance, and the far-sighted spell looked at the snow field in the distance.

The white orcs are brave and good at fighting. Although the culture seems very crude and barbaric, once they form an army, they become well-trained and disciplined.

They wear different styles of rough armor, the weapons in their hands are of different sizes, and the mounts are even more varied, ranging from winter wolves to snow bears, and all kinds of cold-resistant species that can be ridden in the north. of no order.

But that's just a layman's view.

Chasalin has ruled Xuenmarsh Town for more than 500 years, and she has dealt with many white orc safari groups. She naturally knows that these natural warriors, hunters, and snatchers are hidden in the seemingly disordered formations of thousands of years of tempering. If an army launches an attack recklessly, they will find that the white orc formation they face can exert the full power of their equipment and mounts, and there will be no situation where the rules are not unified and interfere with each other.

This vanguard will not be weaker than any of the same number of elite troops in the Antas countries.

Chasalyn sighed softly and turned to the two envoys on the distant watchtower who were guarded by more than a dozen Alliance guards, Alliance Commander Fatalin and his Guard Captain Langev.

When we first met, she said that she sent her daughter to the rear, and this matter was temporarily fooled.

The Fatalin commander also brought Chasalin's dream news-the reinforcements would arrive half a day earlier, and before that, they would have to support at least two hours.

two hours.

Patriarch Chasalin gritted his teeth, it was only two hours.

"They are here! Be on full alert!"

She stood on the top of the city and shouted, and the Orc vanguard on the icefield showed a full picture on the horizon. They continued to advance. Although the mounts and pace were different, they formed an almost orderly sense of rhythm.

"Lord Fatalin, don't you want the reinforcements to be launched in advance?" Above the tower, the captain of the guard, Langev, asked Fatalin: "I suspect that it can only be supported here for an hour at most. At that time, even if reinforcements come, the guards here may All dead and wounded."

"Don't worry, when the mountains and rivers are exhausted, how can we show the value of our strength? What's more, wouldn't it be good to weaken their strength?" Fatalin smiled, he was tall and handsome, more than most snow elves The male should be half a head tall, with long silver-white hair neatly combed, a pair of slender eyelids appearing shrewd and spirited, the nose line is clear, the face is full of heroism, and the long clothes on his body make him look extravagant: "Langev, look there, what is that?"

He pointed to the towering tree in the center of Xuenuma Town.

"This?" A reverent expression appeared on Langev's face: "This is the ancestral tree, Lord Fatalin, this may be the last ancestral tree among the elves in the north."

"Yeah, with this last ancestral tree, no matter how weak or weak the Xuenmaru tribe is, all the elf tribes must regard this ancestral tree as their spiritual sustenance. Look at this poor old woman Chasa Lin, I Every time she proposes reforms over the years, when she raises objections, how many tribes agree with her?"

Fatalin smiled contemptuously: "These 'traditions' have become obstacles to the snow elves, Langev."

Langev was silent, Fatalin patted his shoulder and continued: "Langev, press your sympathy, think about the situation of our northern elves, the human pioneer group in the south of the Dragon's Back Mountains is nomadic every year. Under the support of people, we are advancing northward, and even the dwarves are gradually falling toward them. We began to let go of the pride of the higher races and began to intermarry with human beings. I often think about a question. After a few generations, the Northland will still be Are there real spirits?"

"But Fatalin, you are destroying the tradition of elves now." Langev frowned.

"Some traditions should always die. Elves no longer need the ancestral tree as an inheritance tool. What's the difference between it and an ordinary tree? It's just a little bigger." Fatalin said: "It gradually fades away. The snow elves need a ruler who will bring them out of their decay, instead of binding their traditions and ideas. I want to unify the snow elves, Langev, which may require a bit of a dreadful means, and I don't want to hide it from you. "

Langev took a deep breath, looked at Fatalin's face, and lowered his head deeply: "Lord Fatalin, I believe you, but are we really going to destroy the ancestral tree?"

"Of course not, controlling him is the best way, Sif, that girl, hehe, she is the 'pure blood' of the snow elves that was bred by the ancestral tree essence in Chasaline." Fatalin laughed. : "She became my wife, and my place among the snow elves will be unbreakable."

He smiled, looked at the orc infantry lined up in the distance, and instructed Langev: "Go to call, let the reinforcements in ambush attack one hour earlier, and by the way, separate a group of people to find the whereabouts of the girl and send it to the rear? The patriarch thinks there is something wrong with my intelligence."

Speaking of the last sentence, Fatalin's handsome face showed a trace of anger.

"Yes." Langev breathed a sigh of relief. Although his commander had some scheming, he finally did not have the idea of ​​creating a large-scale tragedy.

Fatalin watched Langev go away, and he felt confident in his heart. He looked at the soldiers in Snow Marsh Town who were barely occupying the city wall and whose morale was somewhat demoralized, and his mood gradually rose.

The Snow Marsh tribe, the last pure-blood elves, the elf tribe that unified the North, the king...

Everything is under control.

These orc tribes came at the right time to gather the scattered elf tribes in advance. Of course, I must be the leader.

Fatalin smiled and stared at the orcs who were lining up in the middle of the snow field. They lined up and dispatched messengers riding white wolves, bowing first and then soldiers.

The guards of Xuenuma Town watched the messenger come under the city wall, but did not make any move. It is a common practice in this world that the two armies do not kill the messenger before the battle.

The orcs on the white wolf took out two flags, one red and one white, and unfolded them in the air. They then threw the flags on the city wall with all their strength, turned and slapped the wolf and walked away.

Chasalin took a breath, threw the white flag down the city head, and raised the red flag. Under the night sky, a large number of torches illuminated the flag bright red.

The trumpeter of the white orc blew his horn, and the crowd of beasts let out a frantic howl, and a bloodthirsty smell immediately dispersed in the air.

The enemy chose blood!

Ow! ~

A loud, long chant suddenly swept across the sky, and the audience's attention was suddenly drawn to it.

Fatalin raised his head and found a dragon circling in the sky above his head at some point in time.

He was instantly stunned, because after rummaging through all the dragon information in his mind, he still couldn't recognize what kind of dragon it was!

He couldn't identify Baihe's power armor, and of course he didn't understand what kind of dragon would have two pairs of wings, and the body was so thick that it didn't look fat; and the size of the dragon's head was too exaggerated.

Fatalin was self-assessing his quality. The bigger question in his mind was what did this dragon do here?

The same is true of the confusion in the hearts of the Snow Marsh Guards and the Orc Vanguard, and the Orcs are even more alert. As one of the best fighting peoples in the North, they have a keen sense of the dragon's malicious intentions.

The white dragon descended from the sky with a long groan, and the target was the orcs. The orcs howled and took out the bow and arrow and the giant crossbow. However, what shocked them was that whether the bow or the giant crossbow came into contact with the body of the monster, they all slid past. No damage was done at all, only the powerful crossbow could cause the dragon to tremble briefly, but it still couldn't stop his downward momentum.

This white dragon grabbed two orcs and flew into the sky without any explanation. Several orcs threw out the animal tendons and hooks used to climb the wall, trying to tie the strange dragon down, but they were linked together and carried to the sky. They were embarrassed. Falling in mid-air, some of the unlucky ones broke their tendons on the spot.

Bai He took these two white skins to the sky, and with a 360-degree midair rotation, he released his claws, and the two unlucky **** turned into a parabola and hit the ground with their big heads.

The screaming stopped abruptly, and this unlucky **** turned into a lump of Orc R cake with his head and body attached, piled up like shit, and the other one stopped just as he was about to land face first.

Several old shamans chanted incantations and saved the white skin's life, but the other one was thrown too far by the white dragon and was beyond the reach of the whip.

The orcs were furious. Facing this huge white dragon with strong armor and claws, not only did they not flinch, but they collectively roared provocatively.

Bai He glanced angrily at these shamans. He dived down again with a lightning bolt. These orcs are brave, but what's the use of being in a crowd if they can't wear Baihe's armor?

This power armor is the capital that Baihe dares to fight with this group of orcs.

He swooped into the beast group, and suddenly there was a thunderous roar from the beast group, and a tall orc jumped out. The muscles on his body are knotted, and a simple set of animal skin half-body armor looks majestic. He holds a huge warhammer in both hands. The effect was good, Bai He still felt a 'hum' in his head, and the momentum of the downward rush was suddenly stopped, and he was forced to stagger back a few steps on the ground to stabilize his body.

"Sawyer!"

The orcs shouted the warrior's name.

"Mr. Long." Sif, who saw this scene from above, exclaimed and covered her mouth.

The snow elves who observed in the city were also amazed.

Chasalin hesitated whether to send troops out to aid this strange dragon. Obviously, this dragon came to fight the orcs, but she was still a little suspicious, and this hesitation made her unable to make an immediate decision.

Fatalin frowned deeply. He watched the battlefield closely, and he was a little uncertain in his heart.

Bai He stared viciously at the orc. From this orc warrior, he felt a similar taste to Baron Rak, the kind of opponent he hated, especially when there were a bunch of shamans behind him.

The old orc stared at him too.

Although he succeeded in the sneak attack, Soyle did not have any pride. As a senior white orc warrior with the title of 'weapon master', he knew the power of his full-strength strike. At the time of his vigor, he also used the 'Dou Qi Slash', a unique combat technique that can only be mastered by weapon masters. With the impact of the jump attack, this hammer was powerful enough to crack mountains and rocks, but it only made the dragon dizzy. .

What the **** kind of defense is this?

Thorsal quietly wiped his hands that were numb from the shock behind his back, and twisted his neck to signal the orcs to change their tactics.

After a hundred battles, these orcs quickly understood what Sosal meant, and realized that the weapon could not do much damage to this monster. They took out more hooks and iron nets, and followed Sosall's roar. jumped up.

Bai He fought twice, and soon realized the power of these orcs. Soon, his body was caught by a few hooks. Just as these orcs cheered, Bai He's armor changed shape, more than a dozen With a sharp thorn in these hooks, he successfully liberated the dragon's body and stabbed to death a few orcs who didn't know how to climb on him.

He flew into the sky again, and stared into a stalemate with this orc army.

Bai Long looked even more annoyed at these orcs.

I didn't expect these orcs to be so troublesome. No matter how strong his power armor is and his vi cells are fatigued, the recovery speed can't match the destruction speed after fighting for an hour. There is no doubt that gameover must use magic to solve these guys. ?

Baihe doesn't want to use spells at this time. Since returning from Mass Effect, he has found a problem: now his body is too large, so that it is difficult to complete the gesture casting of wizard form in dragon form. If you want to cast spells, you must become humanoid.

The Institute is working on a solution, which is undoubtedly causing a huge inconvenience right now.

Can you take out these orc armies with a spell?

Bai Long pondered for a while, and suddenly came up with an idea, his heart slammed, and he secretly said mmp, can't I do anything to you without magic?

He circled in the air around the orc army, and the weapon master Thorsal looked at him with some confusion.

With a long moan, Bai He's thoughts passed through the seventh layer of magic net, and easily broke the upper limit of the seventh layer, directly touching the eighth layer.

Abandoning the plan to precisely guide the magic power~www.wuxiahere.com~ Shirakawa roughly drew the magic power.

This primitive behavior greatly improved the effect of absorbing magic power. A large amount of magic power poured into the universal ball, and the magic power in Baihe's body also rushed there frantically.

Intuition led Baihe to find the most suitable power attribute for a large number of transformations, and all the magic power he had drawn began to frantically transform into this power.

He hovered high in the air, the two auxiliary wings maintained their balance, and a pair of huge wings carried a piercing and howling strong wind, as if a cold current surged between the wings.

The powerful elemental force distorted the space, and for a moment, it seemed that a dazzling white light illuminated the night with the dragon at the center.

Bai He began to dance up and down in midair, the power accumulated to the extreme made him want to vent immediately, and the power pouring in from the magic net told him that it was not yet the limit.

So all the audience were dumbfounded watching the white dragon flying in the sky. Only one shaman felt something. His lips were trembling, and he shouted loudly that the other shamans started to cast spells, but they were horrified to find that the surrounding magic was gradually being pumped dry. Quietly, it seems to have become a dead magic zone.

The up-and-down burlesque dance continues, and after this night, the people of Antas will recite legends about this dance with fear.

This is Frostwing's Doomsday Dance.

The white dragon uttered a long dragon roar, and the dragon's body stretched out, as if it were an omen, and the snowfield fell into a deep silence.

In the dazzling white light, Bai He opened his wings, as if a slight sound came from under the wings, like a sprout emerging from the ground.

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