The Frost Guard Fortress is a city built in a huge iceberg. Its internal structure is hidden in a glacier. From the outside, you can only see spires rising from the ground. People who have never been inside have no way to guess its overall appearance, but they do not know that the tall spires are just the tip of the iceberg of the huge fortress.

The fortress's wall was built on the hillside, and the mountain was steep and nearly vertical, and it was impossible to climb. Only by passing a suspension bridge connected to another iceberg in front of a door can we go to the depths of the cold and deep main fort.

On a nearby mountain peak that cannot be climbed, two strange figures appeared out of nowhere. It was Kahn and Kasha who found the best audience seat in advance on the way the bears were necessary to march.

The moment before the war came, the wind and snow were abnormally heavy, just as Enivia kept flapping her wings over the Frost Guard Fortress and blew out a strong wind, laying the battlefield with an ice storm.

The cold here can freeze brittle steel or freeze people's upper and lower eyelids together. Just blinking is filled with pain of tearing the corners of the eyes.

But the army gathered here today is a terrifying legion of humans, a mixture of bears and half-bear monsters. Leaded by the firm bear spirit, it is impossible to surrender to the bad weather, nor will it be blocked by the weather. On the contrary, their arrival has exacerbated the abnormal weather. The morning light can never pass through the dark clouds that are overturning, and only lightning pierces it, illuminating the dark ice storm from time to time.

A violent ice storm blocked the view, and only with the naked eye could see a distance of more than ten yards at most. After switching to Void Vision, you could vaguely see several mottled figures appearing in the direction of the suspension bridge, and a group of frost guards gathered at the bridgehead and didn't know what they were waiting for.

On the city wall not far away were dense figures, with more than half of the frost guards gathering there. The sound of oaths came faintly in the wind and snow. The old guardian Frost was mobilizing before the war and applying the sacred black ice dipped in ink on the faces of every warrior.

"You will not fight alone. We, the Son of Shadow, will never fight alone. Whether in the darkest cold winter ice fields or in the deepest hidden rift valley, the Eye of Lisandra is watching us and never leaving us."

"We are born on ice and return to ice." The members of the assembly hall sang the same prayer in unison.

"Is Lisangzhuo willing to give up like this, a loyal soldier? Or is she going to fight with them until death?" Kasha looked at the crowd intently and remembered the dream not long ago.

"No one knows what the result will be until the end, but I'm not surprised what she does. After all, even her own sisters can sacrifice people, so there is nothing else that can't be done."

The dark clouds approached and enveloped the fortress. The white snow and the gloomy dark clouds connected the clear black and white border line, which was the wave of war that was boiling.

The two of them were waiting in the storm, and a silence suddenly swept over, pressing all the sounds under the dark tide. The sound of wind, thunder, and oaths disappeared in an instant, and silence enveloped everything.

Kahn didn't know if Kasha could hear him, but he reminded her: "Wolibel is here."

Before they could see it appear, they felt its power first.

The air was filled with charge, lightning pierced back and forth in the dark clouds, and tiny static sparks began to appear on the warriors' armor, swords and battle axes. They were at a loss about this strange phenomenon. The arc continued to jump between their weapons, and Kahn smelled fear.

The strong wind slammed the cheeks with snowflakes. Kahn looked to the other side. The figure of a bear man appeared at the pass of the glacier ahead, like a black tide spreading across the dam. The nearly solid frost of the black army surged out from the frost slope, limping, crawling, and shaking forward.

He saw the beast spirit walker trapped in a twisted state, with his jaw stretching and turning into a huge mouth with sharp teeth. His fingernails gradually turned into claws. It was neither a human nor a bear, but a completely different thing. There was also a long-haired giant bear with two jaws, stretching out his tongue that was longer than an adult's arms, and dripping with filth-like brown mucus that would not freeze.

This scene is like a nightmare. This nightmare legion is controlled by the unquestionable true beast spirit. Every mouth is in unison and thunderstorm language. The bear spirit will accept every existence that desires power, and the price of obtaining power is to offer souls. Then, transform all soulless bodies into those who lose, become tired and painful walking zombies, and join the terrifying Legion of Death.

As if the eyes of the storm were approaching, the Bears' march did not make any sound. Kahn's attention was focused. Now the Bears came to the top of the mountain, and they had to cross the suspension bridge in front to reach the location of the Frost Guard Fortress. If Lisangzhuo wanted to fight, this was an excellent defensive point. Those Frost Guards guarding the bridge could never be just sentinels to investigate.

He wants to see how the bears pass this level and what the Frost Guards will do.

The bears stood in a row in a messy row on the edge of the cliff. They searched for a while in the ice storm. After they could not find other roads to the fortress, the bears began to rush up the bridge.

The suspension bridge that had originally shaking violently in the storm was tightly pressed after the Bears Legion climbed. The suspension bridge seemed to have endured the weight that had never been borne in life, and made an unsupported creaking sound in the storm, but this sound was also suppressed by Xiong Ling.

The hunting lords who were walking in the front did not find the frost guards waiting for the bridge. The ice storm suppressed their vision within ten yards. They were under the control of the bear spirit and only knew how to move forward and keep moving forward.

A team of frost guards stood neatly at the bridgehead, and they had been waiting there for a long time. The frost guards were wearing black armor with sharp edges, covering their whole body and their mouths and noses tightly. The helmet grew a pair of sharp angles growing parallel, and the armor covered with white frost showed a cold air.

From Kahn's perspective, this team of Frost Guards is about to run into the bridge with the bears. They should also know what they are facing, but there is no trace of tremor on their hands holding the strong bow of the sword, and there is no trace of retreating under their legs, as if there is still statues.

Until the hunting lord appeared in front of him, the leader changed the hook axe to hold it in both hands, and shouted: "The lost person is not welcome here!"
Chapter completed!