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a few days ago.

Josefini had just left for Santon Kaya, and in the Pistonk military camp hundreds of miles away, Ariel Moss also "set off" to the Permafrost Wall.

He is entrusted with military orders and is about to take over the command from Camp Highcone to Bill Loves Snow Peak.

Thousands of miles of offensive fronts, more than a dozen subsidiary city-states of Pistonke, and hundreds of southern border troops under the ice wall.

Obviously a protracted war.

Silent snowflakes fell on the black armor.

His expression was gloomy and cold, his false eyes were like slag silent in the crevices of the cliff, behind him were the disciplined Black Li cavalry, and the newly assembled Third Northern Invasion Knights.

The mighty southern Xinjiang army walked silently between the mountain roads, exuding a chilling aura that even monsters would be afraid of.

Ariel is not very powerful among the imperial emblem knights, but he is the only commander trusted by the morning star of the empire.

Among the current rules of the Piston War, there is a military order signed by the commander-in-chief: in case of a tight front or loss of contact with southern Xinjiang, Ariel Moss has the right to mobilize all resources.

Ivan walked silently by the side, under his crotch was a heavily armored Banluo beast covered with a thick blanket.

The temperature was low at night, and the side of the reins was covered with snow seeds. He pushed it aside casually, making a rustling sound like rubbing bark.

The back of the beast bulged, its muscles moved, and at the same time it snorted with white mist.

"Is he still there, uh, that elf chief." Ivan muttered to himself.

"Still, he has been lurking behind us since the army set off." Ariel's voice was low, and he was about to arrive on the battlefield. It was the qualities of a commander to remain silent and active in thinking.

However, whenever Ariel wants to concentrate, he will subconsciously distract his attention, and instinctive resistance and strange sense of disobedience will emerge in his heart, which will be repeated repeatedly, making him more and more irritable.

Ivan looked ahead, the dark mountain road had no end, and the snowflakes were still falling.

How long have you been walking?

Ariel exhaled the white mist, and said abruptly: "Continue to look ahead, don't lower your head, and answer my question within three seconds."

Ivan sat up straight and felt that he was concentrated, only to hear questions from beside him.

"Which foot is your lame?"

"Right...foot." Ivan replied subconsciously, and then focused on the disabled part. Suddenly, a strange feeling struck.

"It seems like it was healthy a second ago, right?"

"Yes, that's weird."

"Well, next, listen to my order." Ariel's voice penetrated the cold night, and the wind howled and blew.

He paused. "Fall down!"

Concentrated, Ivan fell backwards, and felt a gust of sword wind while raising his head.

The black-gold steel sword brushed against the hair floating on his forehead, cutting off all of them.

He lay back on his back, his vision turned upside down, what he saw was not the night sky, but a monster, to be precise, it was a moon hidden in a gray tattered cloak, there was no face, only a spine-chilling bump noodle.

The Huiwen one-handed sword cut into the moon, and the damaged part bloomed with dazzling brilliance, which made people unable to open their eyes, and instantly shrouded everything around them in a strange light.

Ivan's back hit the saddle, and the piercing pain lasted only half a breath. When he closed his eyes, his sight and pain disappeared in a burst of dizziness.

He sat up abruptly, looked around, and found himself lying next to the extinguished cage.

The cold ran up the spine and to the top of the head.

stab-

Ariel broke open the tent with a stern expression.

Holding the "Knight of the Underworld", his false eyes were shining with purple light, as if he was verifying his conjecture, after thinking for a moment, he clutched the weapon tightly and walked out.

Ivan clenched his lame leg subconsciously, feeling a sense of alienation from a deep dream.

The moonlight shone in from the gap in the military tent, dust was floating between the dark shelves and the extinguished ground cage, and the cold reality showed that they were still staying in place, and it was an illusion to set off.

Ivan followed and rushed out of the tent, and saw Ariel and Geraint working together to meet the intruders.

A group of guys in gray hooded robes came to reality from a dream.

They stood around like nodes of a magic circle, with a pale gleam shining in their cloaks, and the tent in the barracks was as quiet as a silent tomb.

Geraint's elven razor created a hurricane, and it flew through the night like a green bolt of lightning.

The intruder's body was cut open like smoke, shook for a moment, and exploded directly, throwing the ground and equipment everywhere.

"What monster is this?"

Ivan stared blankly, and fell to his knees with a plop as soon as he lifted his leg.

He propped up his body, raised his head, and found that the surrounding ground had turned into a gray muddy swamp, and his body was gradually losing strength, until the place where his eyes touched rippled, and the ground became a mirror under the moonlight, revealing A sly moon.

Swah——

The black gold steel sword whistled past his ears.

Ivan woke up from the hallucination, and kept the posture of supporting the ground, but in front of him was the hard land covered with thin ice, and there was a weakening sound of pain beside him, and from the corner of his eye, he saw two pale arms gradually dissipating in the air .

Ariel appeared next to Ivan holding the Dark Knight. The crystal nuclei in his eye sockets flashed a dangerous light, and then he shortened his body, swung the steel sword, and spread out a deadly circular arc.

Viscous liquid splashed along the direction of the blade, exposing a group of invisible intruders to the air, and even the scenery under the moonlight shook briefly.

The black-gold long sword was stained with white, glowing sticky matter, dripping down around it.

"Blood...blood...dragon."

A hoarse voice came from the hood of the gray robe that fell to the ground. Immediately afterwards, the robe rotted and turned into smoke, leaving a bumpy ball where the head should have been.

It gradually dimmed, and finally crumbled into debris.

"What kind of monster is this?" Ivan asked while sitting paralyzed.

"Dream Moon Apostle."

Ariel identifies the intruder.

As a Knight of the Imperial Emblem, he has rich experience, his fake eyes can see through illusions, and his sword has been bathed in dragon blood. At this moment, he looks at Geraint who is surrounded, and has no intention of going to help.

"A madman who sacrificed his life to history, longing for great power and immortality, oh, look."

Ariel poked the broken debris with his sword, the cold wind blew away the last layer of gravel, and the sticky white fluid turned into blood.

"Stupid people will be deceived by themselves. Tsk, these lunatics know some ancient secret arts, and it's quite troublesome to deal with."

A deep roar came from the front, and the eyes of the two moved to where Geraint was.

The soil under his feet began to roll, and then the thin ice broke through the roots of the bushes, condensing into a circular magic circle.

There was a clear sound in Ivan's ears, like a breeze passing through the forest, and the leaves whirling.

Then there was a moment of absence, if the tree shadow cut off the sunlight, the next second, those Mengyue apostles standing around the camp were chopped into pieces.

Geraint solved the intruders around the core circle with only one move.

However, the mutation happened quietly.

Those severed corpses turned into dusty dust, but they did not dissipate, but gathered together in a sound, floating in the dark night, like a wind and sand in the desert.

A new, huge full moon looms.

The two Imperial Emblem Knights were waiting in battle, but as Ivan raised his head, the wind and sand dissipated as quickly as possible without leaving any clues...

Like a hallucination.