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Chapter 498 0497: Destruction

The cold really has a shape, it is a dome as dark as night, and the scene of slowly falling is exactly the same as the legendary doomsday collapse.

Time slowed down in the breath that turned into mist, the skin felt the sting of quick freezing, and the despair that was gradually solidified in the trembling eyeballs, the soldiers of Pistonke retreated in unison, waiting for the arrival die……

Ariel stared at the dark dome.

He and all the humans huddled together struggled to breathe, and the sharp pain caused by the cold air went from deep in his nose to his head.

Suddenly, a circle of purple warlock energy circled and passed through the summoning nodes on the battlefield in the blink of an eye

All the members and mounts of the Pistonk Empire were not in a stalemate, unable to move, feeling suffocated, the pressure on the blood was increasing, and there was a clear and incomparable tearing sensation from the internal organs and bones.

Some people want to hold their heads up and suffer, but they are all trapped, unable to move, torn to pieces by the force.

The wasteland is surrounded by nothingness.

The [Sky Falling Ice] summoned by Huosser took away the sound and color, and even the most distant audience was overturned by the magic aftertaste, moaning in pain, and the magic breath descending from the clouds collided along the hillside, Frozen the patter of rain.

It fell on the shoulders of the tribes, knocking on their steel armor.

Soldiers from the southern border countries arrived at the eastern ruins one after another.

The mercenaries and other caravans, porters and some travelers who followed behind also felt the power of destruction. The freezing rain fell on the body and hurt, and the skin would bleed if they were not careful...

They walked forward in silence, flanked by tribal warriors who made way out of the passage.

As long as someone turns his head, he can see the rolling cloud and the magnificent vision caused by the magic bombardment.

The nobles of the kingdom felt terrified, and they couldn't help but imagine what would happen if this force came to them. The cold wind blew along the land where chaos had just erupted, and the bleakness in the dome became even stronger.

Collins stretched out his palm, and the freezing rain that formed into ice fell on the armor. The ice was broken and shattered, and the melt water that had not completely solidified soaked the stains.

The nearby tribes of the northern border threw malice one after another. For some people-the northern border generously gave shelter in the dome, but they were betrayed and attacked. The compatriots lost their lives after experiencing the bitterness of trust.

"Natives of the North hate us," said the plate wrestler next to Collins.

"excusable."

Someone beside him echoed, and someone smiled wryly.

"Maybe it's good to come here once."

Collins said something that silenced the crowd.

He raised his head and closed his eyes to welcome the painless fall that followed, saying:
"The group of nobles south of the Perpetual Frozen Wall have seen Huosser's power, and they will bring back the fear and awe they saw and felt. ...you can also be mentally prepared in advance.”

The mercenaries sighed, holding the reins in their hands.

Collins heard tribal soldiers arguing and discussing in the crowd, and it seemed that Mr. Mahalu's name was also mentioned.

He knew that some members of the kingdom had already received information. As long as everyone settled down in the eastern ruins, topics and discussions would naturally spread. At that time, the secrets that Mr. Mahalu had hidden from others would be made public.

Collins admired the mercenary chief, but he wasn't curious, or rather, didn't expect the truth.

……

Ken was the first to recover from the tinnitus.

His panting echoed inside the wolf-head mask, and his eyes fell back to reality, almost thinking that he was thrown a thousand meters away.

Aaron is still lying in the original direction, surrounded by condensed ice, wrapping him as securely as a silk cocoon, with mottled and strange light and shadow floating and moving on it, which seems to be some kind of protection method left on purpose.

Ken resisted the dizziness and stood up, looking at the land where the Pistonk soldiers had just stopped.

Where is the tundra permafrost? The jet-black swamp that was bombed showed exploding icebergs. The battle scars left after the magic annihilation were all kept in place by the solid ice, and countless corpses were buried under the thick hard objects. .

But the quantity is not right...

Ken unfolded his gray vision, stepped on the ice slag and continued to move forward. Remarks retrieved the information of each skeleton, but most of them were old and belonged to the remnants of a war or even earlier on the Red Maple Highlands.

The huge deep pit is really like the traces of the sky after the fall, and the depth of the deepest depression is about the same as the arrow distance of a light horse archer.

He walked to the edge and raised his head in the shock of changing things.

The ice cone rushed up to the edge from the inside of the deep pit, casting a city wall as high as two winter houses, and the jagged edge pointed straight to the sky, like the arms of the human beings slaughtered by magic before they were temporary.

"They ran away. Pistonk's teleportation magic is very strong, and this skill has helped them win many wars."

Ken heard a rich voice and turned, ax gripped to face the man of doom.

Huoser let go of his palm and took a deep breath.

The giant ice sword fell downwards, and before the tip of the blade touched the ground, it all disintegrated into shining dust.

Hawser's pale thick braids fell behind him, and his face was matched with a frost-colored beard. It was indeed as vicissitudes as the oldest wind-eroded cliffs in Palotusby.

"Ken Bouvier," he said, "do you know why I want to help you?"

Huoser's pupils also shone in the cold cold light, and he inspected them slightly, without waiting for the other party's answer, he said in a deep voice:
"Winter Mother is the most special existence among the old gods in the northern region. It is said that she is in charge of abundance, but this is the wrong interpretation of the priests' old divine calendar. In the artistic conception of Gulanduo language, abundance symbolizes prosperity and prosperity..."

He walked into Ken slowly, his tall figure was like an approaching mountain. "What Dongmu decides is the rise and fall of the northern border, and the fate of this land."

Hawser was surprised when he learned of Ken's identity.

He simply couldn't understand why the old gods would choose an existence other than blood as an agent.

If it wasn't Wintermother standing behind Ken's divine identity, there might not be a way to get out of the Warspawn rally at all.

"What are you going to do next? Son, tell me."

Hawser came back to reality from his emotions, and stared at him with a serious expression.

Ken lifted up and caressed the damaged wolf-head mask, and the bloody wound healed in the blink of an eye. Then he opened his mouth, hesitant to speak, and the hatred of revenge swallowed up what he originally wanted to say.

He was silent for a moment, and said: "Gema is not completely dead, and the attack is not over yet, I have already said what I have to do..."

eye for eye!
The words full of anger emerged in Hawser's and Ken's minds at the same time.

He didn't stop the young man from leaving, and he didn't deliberately leave room for the crowd watching on the hillside to guess.

(End of this chapter)