Pull out the mountains and rivers. Under Orn's strong push, the iceberg gradually slid towards the opposite bank, and the distance between the two sides of the canyon became smaller and smaller, and finally the giant tree was firmly embedded in the two banks. Seeing this, Sindra turned back and brought up some giant logs, building them into a new bridge.

The Frost Priest looked solemn and told the Frost Guards to step forward and cut down the giant tree, but when the Ice Axe landed on the forbidden demon tree, which was not a wood or a stone, they realized that something was wrong.

"Frost Father, this tree can't be cut down at all!"

"The three sisters are above, the magic in the weapon was sucked away by the strange tree, and if you cut it down, it will be turned into an inferior sword without enchantment!"

Because of the harsh conditions in the bitter cold land, coupled with Lisandro's screening, the people who can become frost guards are basically ice descendants, and except for some bows and arrows, the sharp weapons in the hands of these frost guards are all ice weapons left over from ancient times, which have been passed down from generation to generation.

These Ice Weapons are very vigorous in other situations, but against the Forbidden Demon Tree, the effect achieved may not be as good as that of ordinary swords.

The Frost Priest looked at Sejuani on the other side, who had mounted her steel mane and descended to the bridge, and when she felt the steady, she drove the beast beneath her and began to sprint towards him, smiling cruelly at him.

The naked killing intent made the weather-hardened old priest feel a little fear, and he turned to the frost guard and said, "Prepare for a battle to the death, you must protect the legacy of your ancestors." But we, the Children of Shadow, are never alone, whether in the darkest of winter icefields or in the deepest hidden rifts, the Eye of Lisandro watches over us. ”

"We were born of ice and returned to ice!" The Frost Guardians regrouped, their dark helmets covered with resolute eyes, chanting the same prayer in unison.

Their chanting was silenced by shouts of killing, and the ferocious Claws of Winter, halfway across the bridge, had rushed to the Frostguard.

Sejuani swung her shackles and roared into the ranks of thousands of frost guards. She was like a killing god, sweeping down a large area with a hammer.

The frost guards swung their swords as if they were dead, and their armor was shattered by the steelmane's fangs without any suspense. One of the frost guards threw a hatchet at Sejuani before flying upside down, and the axe swirled in the air, striking Sejuani in the center of the eyebrow unbiasedly.

The sharp axe inlaid with the ice was embedded in the horn helmet, and although the helmet protected the door, the blood on his forehead was still shaken by the blow, and it dripped down the bridge of his nose into the white fur of the steel mane.

Sejuani pulled out a dagger pinned to her waist, grabbed a steelmane fur and tried to climb up to stab her frost guard, and wiped her throat cleanly. She didn't have time to pull the axe off her helmet, and she didn't bother to do it. She is constantly fighting, and while enduring siege, she constantly brings cold and death to the enemy.

The blood flowed on the face, and it was fine, but after a while it froze; The pain concussed in her brain, and it didn't matter, Zhen Bing's will would soon calm her pain.

Now she just wants to vent the grief and anger in the center and turn the world upside down! She will fight until she is exhausted, and the old and new hatreds will begin to settle at this moment!

This isn't Sejuani's own war, as Winterclaw, Avarossa, and the Trolls are also battling the Frost Guards.

One of the frost guards used a round shield to block the troll's claws slamming at him, and then took advantage of the gap to slam the sword into the troll's chest. The latter didn't have time to block the blade that pierced his chest, and he only had time to reach out and grab the frost guard.

It drew the sword from its chest, watching the ice crystals slowly spread down its chest to its limbs, feeling its heartbeat solidifying, the cold rapidly draining his life. The troll let out one last roar before dying, then slammed the Frostguard's head off with his helmet, letting the blood shoot for itself.

One Frostguard fell, and another rushed up to fill his void.

She was in a scuffle with the three warriors, and the weapons in the hands of these people absorbed the cold qi released by the ancestral battle axe, and their movements were completely unaffected, making his battle especially difficult. In the end, she used her tomahawk to split the furnace guard in front of her with a shield, and then was pierced through her body from two directions by two sharp swords, her eyes were bloodshot, and she fell unwillingly.

The bloodline of the three sisters is stronger in women, and the performance of the female frost guard on the battlefield is not weaker than that of the men, and even more ruthless.

In addition, there is also the leader of the transformed Udir, who fights with swords with fangs and claws, and the unyielding roar of Tydamir, who is full of arrows, fights bloodily, and Olaf, whose consciousness is blackened, swings his axe and becomes more and more brave...... Such battles happen everywhere.

This is the most brutal and blood-boiling battle on the ice and snow. The two armies bit each other tightly and did not give an inch. Death strewn across the frozen earth, and countless corpses lay on every staircase. In the extremely cold temperature, the blood began to freeze the moment it gushed out of the fatal wound, and poignant and tragic scarlet flowers bloomed on the ground. Those who were alive trampled on the corpses of the dead, still fighting to the death in this square inch, trying to cut off each other's heads.

The battlefield is like an insatiable meat grinder, mercilessly devouring heroic lives. The narrow terrain prevented the two sides from engaging in a full-scale battle, and the heaviest battles were gathered near the bridgehead. When one fell, the other joined, and half an hour had passed since the battle, but the screams of death in the center of the battlefield had never diminished a bit.

There is no justice here, there is no evil. Everyone can be a hero, and everyone can be a butcher. There is only endless fighting here, called the battlefield, but it is no different from hell.

Ash frequently drew his bow and shot arrows, not knowing how many arrows he had thrown into the battlefield. But even though the hand that drew the bow was cold and numb from the ice, Ash never thought to stop his already white hand.

At some point, Sejuani was knocked off her steel mane, and she had to face a female frost guard who was even stronger than her.

The warrioress's side hair was shaved, and the rest of her white hair was braided in the middle of her head, like a gorgeous crown. Udil's transformed bear was trampled under her feet, and the price she paid for her victory over the beast walker was three wild cracks in her face, and her left eye was a blur of flesh and blood. She was as harsh and deadly as winter, and if the warrior hadn't become a frost guard, she would have undoubtedly become a powerful war-mother, leading a tribe beyond the main fort.

In order to save the shaman, Sejuani's exhausted body once again poured out her strength and pounced on the enemy in front of her.

Once the wheel of war starts, it will not stop easily, and the bloody wolf spirit comes to the battlefield in a carnival, dancing with the blade, licking the blood and getting drunk.

It is still unknown who killed the deer.