Far from the crimson roars came out of the valley, and the whole valley was in chaos. The white snow was dyed with thick blood and turned into a dark red color. The fierce battle changed the world. The dark clouds were surging in the sky, and the last trace of setting sun had long disappeared into the clouds, as if they were unwilling to take a look at the following.

On the hillside, there were wizards singing magic constantly, smashing the magic of various types of magic below; in the valley, hundreds of knights roared in shock, holding on to the last line of defense, and fighting the Thousand-Year Corpse King for a desperate battle; and I became an outsider in this battle, standing on the innermost high stone to watch this free and wonderful encirclement battle.

The continuous magic attacks intertwined a dense net, covering the Thousand-Year Corpse King without any hesitation. It ripped out sharp claw winds in the valley. If the knights had not abandoned the attack, they were all holding shields in both hands and in full defense. If it hadn't been to the hillside, the chassis of the priests would have had countless casualties and injuries. Even so, as long as the Thousand-Year Corpse King showed his might and made the huge black ghost claw, many knights would have turned into white light.

But don't say that these foreigners are really bloody. The death of their companions did not make them retreat, but inspired their fighting spirit more. They howled, crowded at the exit like an ant, resolutely refused to give in and vowed to block the Thousand-Year Corpse King in the valley.

The collective power is infinite, but the Thousand-year-old Corpse King is not stupid. He rushed several times in a row. After seeing that he could not break through the siege, his leader raised his head and glanced fiercely at the mages on the hillside. These players wearing light robes and wands were undoubtedly like eggs for the Thousand-year-old Corpse King, which was hard rock, could be broken by knocking. Since there is no hope on the front, then they should start the operation.

Only the thousand-year-old corpse king heard a long roar, his claws dancing wildly, and his sharp claws forced the knight to retreat. Then the black fog rose under his feet, and his body suddenly jumped to the smooth ice wall. With a sound, it inserted its foot on it, thrust with force, and suddenly appeared in front of the mage group on the hillside on the left. It was covered in scars, and its charred body emitted infinite murderous aura, and its ugly face was full of hatred.

The mages under Firebird were indeed well-trained. The sudden Thousand-Year Corpse King did not panic them. At the first moment, everyone made the wisest choice. They used all the frost magic to do their best to hold on to the Thousand-Year Corpse King's pace and increase the attack time for the mage group on the opposite side. If they were busy escaping, the result would be that they would be slaughtered by the Thousand-Year Corpse King.

This battle was so tragic that I was shocking from a distance. Firebird and the others had a huge price this time, but it is still unknown whether they could die the Thousand-Year Corpse King. But we definitely won’t go up. If someone accidentally sacrifices his life, it would be a big loss.

Hey, I turned my head and seemed to hear a strange sound in my ears. The sound was like a galloping horse, a huge wave, a swaying mountain, and a thunder falling to the ground, making me feel a chill. I looked up and looked at the source of the sound, my god, what was rushing down from the top of the mountain, the overwhelming snow waves, like a snow dragon rising from the ground, raised a storm of waves. The momentum that could swallow mountains and rivers shocked me. Could it be that this is the legendary ultimate natural killer of snow mountains - an avalanche.

The conditions for this thing are very simple, there are no special requirements, as long as there is a little noise, it will be done. Isn't this the heart-wrenching cry of the Thousand-Year Corpse King just now reached the top of the mountain, stirring up this sea of ​​snow.

These foreigners who are killed by heaven can kill monsters, and they can kill monsters. What are you going to roar? This time, the corpse king also roared and roared out the avalanche. Let's see how you ended. When I saw that the wind was wrong, I quickly pulled my feet and rushed to the opposite hillside, asking me why I didn't remind the Firebird and the others, go, I have time, I will protect myself, and ask others what they do if they die.

The avalanche seemed slow, but in fact it was extremely fast. In a blink of an eye, it had already surged to the hillside. The foreigners below also realized something was wrong. Even the thousand-year-old corpse king showed a little unnatural panic on his face. He wanted to run away, but it was too late.

Boom, thrill, the wrath of nature is not enough for the mortals and monsters to resist. I saw the mage on the opposite hillside, the thousand-year-old corpse king who had just jumped down the valley, and the knights who could not hide were all submerged in the boundless white grave, without a trace. The power of the snow wave continued to hit the ice wall opposite, my feet were trembling slightly, and my throat was thirsty. Damn, I didn't expect that since I even thought of this natural disaster in the world, I was so strong that I ran to the high hillside and rushed to the heart.

Around him, hundreds of mages who were surviving, the firebird looked at the thick snow below with a shocked face and said to himself: "They, are they just dead?"

"I won't be so tired." I walked forward and said to the Firebird. Although the thunder avalanche just now drowned countless players and the Thousand Years of Corpse King, no corresponding number of white light flashed out, nor did I remind the red letters that Boss had lost. I think they must be trapped under the snow, which is the same as diving at the bottom of the water. Only after the corresponding breathing time will it affect their lives.

After explaining this principle to the Firebird, he immediately woke up and quickly commanded the remaining players and began to use fireball techniques. The firewall technique melted the snow. I saw that their flames were throwing in no destination, and frowned and said quickly: "Firebirds, you can't melt the snow like this, you have to melt the entrance first."

"Why?" Firebird asked at me in confusion.

"There are thousands of years of corpse kings and your mages in the middle. In the middle, you can certainly rescue your mage first, and they will also release the thousand-year-old corpse kings. They also have basic healing techniques to save their lives. They should be able to hold on for a while. At the entrance is your knights, they only have red medicine. If they use up all of them, they will definitely hang them, so they should save them first. Moreover, the valley has been filled. If the thousand-year-old corpse kings can still be firm for a while, then when it comes out, there is no knight as a shield, you will only have the life to hang." I said in a deep voice.

"Yes, I didn't expect that Brother Yin is still smart." After hearing what I said, Firebird slapped his head and quickly directed the mage beside him to burn the snow at the entrance with all his strength.

The knights with cold faces were trembling, struggling to climb out of the thick snow pile, half kneeling on the snow, gasping heavily, and their whole body was wet. During this period, white light rose from time to time, and someone could not hold on to the aerobic suffocation and died.
Chapter completed!