It hasn't been updated for a long time, and the chapters are all wrong, and the last chapter should be seven hundred and sixty-seven chapters.

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Condescendingly, the onslaught of the daredevils was unstoppable, and a long white smoke rose from the snow, bringing a power like an avalanche.

The Imperial Death Army is a rider and rides on a horse breed native to the North, the Icefield Steed.

The Icefield Steed is snow-white and has a thick light blue mane on its back, allowing it to maintain its stamina even in the snow and ice.

Riding down the horse, the Imperial soldiers on horseback lit the arquebus, and the barrels of their guns were aimed at the village below.

In an instant, ten thousand sparks fell, and the white world was temporarily submerged in a sea of fire.

The sound of gunfire and artillery fire rose one after another, and the murderous Imperial people did not hesitate to shoot out all the ammunition in their hands, and the tongue of destruction fire swallowed by the barrel and cannon hole was about to lick everything in front of them.

It didn't take long for the place to become a scorched earth.

Standing in the midst of the ruins, the commander of the Death Army did not have the joy of victory on his face.

In front of the commander were dozens of charred corpses, the rickety figure indicated that the deceased was not too young, and next to the corpses, the corpses of sheep, white pigs, snow dogs and other livestock were neatly arranged.

This garrison has long been abandoned, and the large forces of the Snow Eagle Tribe have long since been transferred.

This group of barbarians is not ignorant at all, they are already ready for the imperial attack!

The commander frowned, then looked at the barbarian captives who were tied up.

Although it is not known what means they used to convey the information, the matter has come to this point, and it is impossible for them to leave.

After giving the order to kill all the captives, the commander immediately sent scouts and immediately rushed to the second destination.

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Every half of the hourglass time, the Death Warriors send back information to the large army to keep the communication open.

What the daredevils didn't know, however, was that the Huturu were never their target.

On both sides of the narrow passage separated by the Great Snow Mountain, the warriors of the Snow Eagle Tribe had been in ambush for a long time.

They watched the daredevils swagger through here, even if their homes were burned down, and they were frighteningly calm.

Thousands of barbarian warriors clenched their firearms tightly and prayed secretly in their hearts.

Finally, long after the death army had left, the figures of the Kishutar expeditionary force emerged one by one from the horizon.

The barbarian warriors were furious in their hearts, but they still followed the teachings of the gods, and quietly waited for the expeditionary force to cross the canyon and launch a sudden onslaught just as they were about to pass through.

The silent firecracker thundered loudly in an instant, and the attack came unexpectedly, and many Imperial soldiers died in a hurry under the attack of the barbarians.

Splattered blood on their faces, and the barbarian warriors' eyes lit up with the fire of revenge, and they suddenly shouted:

"Kill!"

"God will bless us!"

Barbarians armed with firearms suddenly appeared, and the expeditionary force, though surprised, recovered after a brief period of confusion and immediately launched a counterattack.

However, the barbarians of the North were not alone in the attack.

From the top of the mountain, the barbarian cavalry, also riding on the back of the ice field horse, galloped up, raised the narrow saber in his hand, and slashed every imperial person in sight to the ground.

The shamans hid in the cedar forest, reciting obscure spells one by one.

In an instant, ice arrows and snow waves converged into a torrent and swept in, cooperating with the warriors to besiege the invaders.

"These damn barbarians!"

Subjected to repeated attacks, the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force appeared a little angry.

There wasn't much panic in his eyes.

Although the enemy dominates, the gap in strength cannot be bridged so easily.

After losing some of their men, the Imperial changed formation, and the mages and alchemists built ice walls to resist most of the attack, and the infantry armed with muskets leaned against the ice wall in a three-section array to shoot.

A hissing echoed between the valleys, and the barbarian cavalry was shot on their backs, and the already battered battle formation collapsed in an instant.

On the other hand, the barbarian warriors attacked many times but did not shake the ice wall defense, and seeing that the time was ripe, the Imperial people immediately launched a counterattack, with a small group of five people, nesting each other like gears, cutting and killing the barbarians who surrounded them, and slaughtering them in batches.

One of the figures holding a large sword is the most eye-catching.

Every swing of the sword qi would plow deep rifts in the snow, imprinting countless flesh and blood into this ice and snow world.

He is the legendary warrior who accompanied the army, and every attack will take the lives of more than a dozen barbarian warriors, and since the beginning of the counteroffensive, hundreds of barbarian warriors have died under his sword.

Seeing the enemy's tragic situation, the commander-in-chief showed contempt:

"Botched ambush!"

Forthwith. He issued another directive:

"Annihilate them all, leave no prisoners!"

Just when the Snow Eagle Tribe was defeated—

From the distant mountains, a loud whale roar suddenly sounded.

Like a gale crossing the country, the cold air roared and formed at this moment, like a storm giant slowly approaching.

Feeling the indescribable will contained in the voice, countless Imperial people cried out in horror at this moment:

"What kind of monster is that!"

"No...... Don't come here! ”

"Get out of here! Get out of here! ”

A warrior who had just been an iron-blooded and ruthless warrior was now kneeling on the ground like a child, weeping bitterly, counting his sins.

And the legendary warrior who was not a good man also picked up the big sword the moment he heard the whale chirping, put the blade across his neck, and the corners of his mouth hooked a weird smile, and then pulled it fiercely.

Blood splattered, heads flew, and the expeditionary force fell into a panic to the extreme.

Under the chaos, the barbarian warriors who felt the call of the gods were once again armed with faith, and one by one they were like being blessed with [Heroism] and [Bloodlust] to fight into the enemy line amid prayers.

Waves of blood flew, heads rolled, and the lives of countless Kishuttars condensed into a blood-covered circle, through which the power of chaos was transmitted downward.

The barbarian warrior who received the power of chaos suddenly unleashed a terrifying momentum, blue and black lines intertwined and spread on his body, spikes spikes rose from his back, dense black scales appeared on his legs, arms and cheeks, and the long knives and firearms in his hands also turned into flesh and blood at this moment, closely connected to the palms of his hands, like monsters.

In the sea of blood, one barbarian warrior after another raised their heads to the sky and roared, their hideous faces like fierce ghosts condensed with a murderous aura like substance.

Finally, the Chaos Warrior was refined.

Using the entire Snow Eagle Tribe and the 30,000 Kishutar Expeditionary Force as materials, a thousand Chaos warriors strode out, keeping up with the pace of the death squad.

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At the same time, under the influence of the night, the warriors of the 'Ice Spear' have entered the camp of the Imperials at night, preparing for the final ritual of refining into Chaos Warriors.