As soon as the sky was dawn, the blizzard that had been raging all day and night on the shovel-shaped plains finally stopped.

Mixueer knew what this meant... She took out a seed with concern and looked carefully for a while, and then breathed a sigh of relief. Chen Yan carried the other seed with her, and planted it intact. Chen Yan at least had no life... She didn't change her mind today.

Mixue'er used her divine power to force the weather, but she didn't know how Chen Yan did it. He was only level 7.

Even if she is a great master, she needs to pay a corresponding price to change the climate for a long time and a large scale. Moreover, the druid will only let the flow and will not force it to nature. As for why she did not stop Chen Yan from doing this, Mixueer said that it was too late at that time and would definitely seek justice for nature to Chen Yan afterwards! Well, at least ten times of justice! Revenge of the druid is very fair.

No one will think in the direction of "Chen Yan can use his divine power".

Mixue'er guessed that it might be another magical weapon... Although the magical weapon of changing climate is very powerful, it will not attract people's covetousness. Just like the magical weapon of the "endless wine pot", who would want such a thing except the hopeless alcoholic?

The anti-nature anti-fighting spring cold naturally cannot last long, especially in the world where magical power is active. After losing divine power, the surrounding hot air immediately forms a strong convective weather. The south wind blows violently, and the snow in front of the city blockage begins to melt on a large scale.

Then it also revealed... the corpses of demons who were hugged and frozen to death under the snow! Mixue'er looked towards the city gate, and there were piles in the east and west, and there were endless in her vision that there were countless low-level demons who died in the blizzard that night.

Mixue'er walked towards the fortress indifferently, stepping on the crimson mud.

****

Her image at this moment is more upside down than usual, and even if Chen Yan is here, it is hard to recognize her at first sight.

Although Michelle was still wearing the standard leather armor when she was Mitchell, the material of the leather armor was no longer visible, because it was dyed red from the neck to the feet! The color was dyed layer by layer! The devil's blood was full of vitality, and even if it flowed outside the body, it remained active, and it was shiny red, like flowing magma... just like Michelle's current clothes color.

Her hands partially transformed into exaggerated bear claws. The ten sharp claws with metallic colors looked solemn and had an amazing length. When her hands drooped, the tips of the claws could easily rub against the ground. The pair of bear claws were also stained with the blood of the demon, and you could also see the minced meat and bone chips between your fingers!

Mixue'er walked sarcastically on this killing field, and the corpses of the demons under her feet piled up all the way to the sky.

Demons are demons, you can never grasp their ideas. Maybe you weigh the interests and choose to stay alone at the last moment; the next moment, the whole army will be in a state of storm and will never stop until death.

The devil's plan is just a joke.

Yesterday afternoon, the melee of the middle-level demons directed by Shen Yan spread to the entire demon tide, and finally rolled the entire demon tide army into it! The demons fought a desperate battle on the shovel-shaped plain of humans!

Losing the middle-level officer class, Bolglin and Joyce lost control of the entire demon army. In desperation, Joyce could only send his superior demons to suppress the chaos while killing Chen Yan as quickly as possible!

The strength of the high-level demons has reached a great level, with multiple high-level magic, and Chen Yan cannot defeat them at this stage.

Forced by helplessness, Mixue'er had to intercept her!

In order not to violate the agreement, she even lowered her strength to the upper limit of the world level 16, and Bolglin was overjoyed. She thought that she could get rid of this god of killing druid. When Michelle performed traditional techniques such as "How to quickly pass the Bronze Fortress at level 16", "Druid is the god of this version", "Double stop calling the mage dad" and other traditional techniques!

She rushed into the Broken Ridge from the Bronze Fortress! She killed through the high-level demon formation and reached the main general of the demon army. Finally, the Flame Demon escaped in panic, and the six-armed snake demon Borglin was seriously injured!

All night!

The corpses of the high-level demon were paved from the fortress to the Broken Ridge, and the snow made it red!

...

Although he did not turn into a dragon and flew back to the fortress directly, Mixue'er was not slow to walk. She saw the gate of the fortress from a distance in more than ten minutes.

The scene I saw made Mixue'er clench her bone claws with a "click!"

****

Firna and Gris did not participate in the crazy battle after the nightfall last night.

There is no way. As the archenemy of a million years of bloody battles, the demons and the devils have fought for too long and too long, and they are too familiar with each other! If two devils appear on the battlefield of the Bronze Fortress, the result will never be a benign reaction... Shen Yan might be killed by this wave.

If the madness index brought to the devil by the old man Helmet God is 10, then the madness index brought to the devil is at least 30! They appear to cause trouble to Shen Yan, which is the biggest help. The two devils are also very clear about this.

Besides, the Helmet God stayed on the battlefield and the shield wall also made the two devils uncomfortable.

Therefore, when Mixueer went to the battlefield, the two devils who felt that nothing was wrong quietly added a few buffs to Shen Yan that could fight and resist fast running. Then he found a place in the fortress, and Gris opened a magic hut to sleep.

In this way, even if the devil attacks the fortress, it is unlikely that they will find them. In their opinion, "a certain emperor" has completed the task of cutting off the rear, and all the soldiers in the fortress have been withdrawn. He should not need to continue to defend himself! With that guy's intelligence, who can keep him as long as he is willing to run away?

If it weren't for Firna, they wanted to meet netizens, actually their best choice was to go back to hell directly.

"Why are you so quiet? Who is crying?" As soon as the two female devils came out of the magic hut, they heard a faint cry... Only then did they realize that the entire bronze fortress was quiet everywhere, which made the low cry so clearly in their ears.

They walked towards the sound, and the uncovered footsteps obviously alarmed each other, and the crying came to an abrupt end. It turned out to be a human soldier in leather armor, kneeling on the edge of the city to wipe his tears... When they saw the soldiers, the soldiers' eyes also happened to be seen.

The soldier wiped his tears hard, looked at them fiercely, and turned around and ran away!

"Hey! Why did he glar at us?" Firna grabbed the hilt of the sword and said unhappily. If she hadn't had a good impression of the human army these days, she would have drawn her sword and chased after her.

"It was the scouts sent back by the retreating legion to check the situation. He seemed to have misunderstood something." Gris said. Do you think of them as succubus? According to human rumors, succubus is the image of an extremely desolate woman... well, and the tail.

"Hiss!" Turning around the house in front of you, Firna took a breath of air conditioning when she saw the first sight outside the city!

****

At this time, the blizzard last night had ended, and the dust and smoke in the air were also blown away by the strong wind and were absorbed and filtered by the heavy snow.

Just like today the empty tiles are clear blue and clear, the warm sunlight shines down, and only a vast white ashes are left under the city...

It's not snow, nor white sand.

Just as ash.

It cannot be dissolved in water, does not absorb any water, and will not mix with water to turn into mud.

The ashes do not tolerate everything and exist alone...

Last night, it was still a battlefield, the shield wall had disappeared, and no corpses could be seen. The white desert accumulated from the foot of the city wall to the end of the world.

In this monotonous color, only a golden armor guarded alone in front of the city gate, he stood alone on the highest ashes and white mound, with a broad sword falling at his feet, and his body was supported by four spears pierced from all directions, so he did not fall down...

[Swan calendar ag. In the spring of 17759, Emperor Jeremy Constance died in a bronze fortress.]
Chapter completed!