Fighter of the Destiny

Whether you like it or not, Snow Old City will always be there, waiting for returning wanderers or strangers with ill intentions.

The human army is still in the south. The gates in the north are slightly more tightly guarded, but they can still enter and exit normally.

The cart pulled by the prisoner beast ran over the bluestone, attracting a lot of attention.

The demons looked at the tall corpse in the carriage, their pale faces and blue eyes filled with shock, and they shouted loudly. There are many languages ​​​​of the demons, and the languages ​​used by different classes in Xuelao City are often different, but at this time, most of the exclamations have similar syllables - Guai.

No one noticed that there was a long wound on the tall corpse, and a small hole opened in the chest, which was just covered by the shadow of the leather robe.

If someone looks closer, they may see a very strange and terrifying scene.

There is an eye in the small hole. The eyes are calm and devoid of any emotion, but they are obviously alive.

The grandson of Pantagruel?

Zhexiu compared it with the top-secret information he had seen in the military department, and understood who the young nobleman who died under his command was, and stopped thinking about this issue.

Through the small hole in the young noble's body, he looked at the streets and buildings of Xue Lao City.

The human race and the high-level demon race are somewhat similar in appearance, but they are two completely different species. The two sides have been fighting for tens of thousands of years, and have already forged an irresolvable blood feud. No matter in terms of material or spiritual aspects, the two sides are completely isolated. During the Tunguska scholar period, there was a short period of very limited exchanges.

For countless years, only a very small number of demons have appeared in Kyoto, and most of them had very miserable endings. As for the human race... Ever since Wang Zhice signed the armistice agreement with the Demon Lord, no human race has been able to set foot in Xue Lao City. Zhe Xiu can be said to be the first person to enter Xue Lao City in hundreds of years.

Xue Lao City is strange to the human race, it is evil, it is the devil's lair, and it is the abyss of sin, so what exactly is it?

All Zhe Xiu knew was that the walls of this city were very high, several times higher than those in Luoyang. It had been a long time since he entered the city gate, and he could still clearly see the moss and residual snow on the walls. The streets here are straight and wide, and the buildings are tall and tall. Most of them are made of stone. They look a bit rough, but have a very clear sense of beauty. And every once in a while, you can see a kind of spire building, whose purpose is unknown, giving people a majestic and sacred feeling.

I don’t know how long I walked, but the sky gradually became brighter and it was noon. Suddenly, the sunlight was blocked, leaving a darkness, and Zhexiu saw a black stone tablet. I don’t know what kind of material the black stone tablet is made of, and it seems to be sucked clean if you look at it.

As if after checking, the prisoner beast continued to move forward. More and more black stone tablets entered Zhexiu's eyes. One could be seen more than ten feet away, standing among the green hills. Because his line of sight was blocked, he We can't see the whole place, but judging from the pictures we see, we can imagine how spectacular it must be.

There are black monuments everywhere on the green hills, which look like a huge cemetery or some kind of sacrificial formation.

Zhexiu felt the young noble's body being lifted up and then slowly and carefully lowered into a pit slightly lower than the ground.

He suddenly felt something was wrong.

In his original plan, he planned to wait underground for a few days after the young noble was buried before leaving to find Nanke.

According to his understanding of the Demon Clan, the family cemetery of a young noble like this should be not far from the Demon Palace.

When he saw those huge black monuments, he really thought they were the family cemeteries of young nobles.

The body of the Guai family was particularly large, so Pantagruel said that he thought that the tombstones of this family should be larger than ordinary ones.

But given the identity of that young noble, burial should not be so hasty, even during a war.

If this wasn't the graveyard of the Guai family, where would it be? Why are there so many mysterious black monuments here?

After a while, the coffin lid didn't fall down, which made Zhexiu feel even more strange.

He put his fingers out of the wound on the young noble's body, pushed his clothes aside, and looked out of the pit.

The field of vision that can be seen is still limited, and the first thing that catches the eye is a black stone monument.

When we got closer, we could clearly see that it was an obelisk, with the top converging diagonally and turning into a spire, pointing towards the sky.

Zhe Xiu looked along the tip of the monument towards the sky.

In the snowfield, he often looked at the sky from this angle. When he was tired of chasing and fighting, and when he needed to hide his figure, he would often bury himself in the snow, open his eyes, and look at the gray sky for a long time. , he knew that after looking at it for a long time, it is easy to have some kind of illusion. The heights will be reversed, the sky will turn into an abyss, and you are floating in a void space, full of unstable feelings, just like this time.

The feeling of emptiness grew stronger and stronger, and finally turned into something of a warning sign.

On the other side of the sky, at the bottom of the abyss, there seemed to be an eye watching him quietly.

Zhexiu felt that he had lost control of his body, and cold sweat slowly seeped out of his body, as if all his courage had been taken away at the same time.

At the highest point of the grassy hill that he could not see, surrounded by thousands of black obelisks, the man in black robe looked up at the sky, not knowing what he was doing.

Suddenly, the black robe withdrew his gaze and scanned among thousands of black obelisks.

At this moment, Zhe Xiu's heart suddenly beat strongly, outside the normal rhythm.

At the most critical moment, his old illness came to him on a whim, causing him to wake up from this nightmare with no real content and found that someone seemed to be observing him.

He closed his eyes and his breathing gradually stopped, like a truly dead man.

Suddenly, snow fell from the depths of the gray sky, falling on the grassy hills and at the bottom of the pit, gradually covering up the corpses of all the demons.

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The war between humans and demons has entered the most difficult stalemate. The three fields south of Xue Lao City are filled with battles. There is no pure land within a thousand miles, and death is happening at any time. Both sides are exhausted to the extreme and numb. When it reaches the extreme, it just depends on who collapses first in the end.

The human army's Holy Light Crossbows are almost exhausted, and the supplies at the rear have been unable to keep up more than ten days ago. As for other supplies such as ordnance and crystal stones, they have been out of supply for several days. The West Route Army, which was sweeping the bases around the demon clan, had no good news for a long time. The situation on the demon side was not much better. Most of the ordnance guarding the city was beyond repair, so much so that the bravest cavalry squads of the humans were sometimes able to break into less than three miles from the city wall.

One early morning, a shout full of surprise suddenly came from the north of the wilderness. Immediately afterwards, there was a faint sound of singing. Gradually, the screams and singing came towards the south, and turned into thunderous cheers after entering Xue Lao City. , and finally hundreds of thousands of tribal warriors in the fields outside the city also roared together.

From the very beginning, the human army noticed the movement of the demons and observed with vigilance and bewilderment, not knowing what exactly happened.

The cheers of the demon soldiers became louder and louder, and the human soldiers became more and more nervous.

God General Heming looked at the gray sky and finally understood what was going on.

He reached out to catch a falling snowflake.

Snowing.

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(If there are no surprises, April will be the last full moon in the Book of Destiny. I will try my best to write it. Thank you all.)