The vicissitudes of life, the middle-aged man has a serious expression and his eyes are shining, staring at the outline of Tongzhong Town in the distance.

At this time, the cavalry encirclement is in place, and they are just waiting to slowly squeeze the half-demon in Tongzhong Town, slowly encroaching, and the task will be completed.

The entire Order of Holy Knights is said to have eight thousand people, but in fact there are less than three hundred real Holy Knights in it.

The rest were all cavalry or scrapped reserves.

The purpose of this time was to wipe out the nearby half-demon tribes in one fell swoop, and to exterminate the disobedient mountain people at the same time. It looked huge, but in fact it was all to show the world that the Holy See was powerful, and to make people boo.

Of course, neither the Knights themselves nor the leader can criticize such words.

A messenger waved the flag in his hand vigorously, and a message was quickly transmitted to the regimental commander's ears.

The body paused slightly, and surprise flashed across the vicissitudes of the middle-aged face, and he frowned: "No half-demon escaped? Have these bastards learned to regard death as home?"

There was a faint uneasiness in my heart, but the source of the uneasiness was unclear. The middle-aged vicissitudes of life gave the order, and the encirclement and suppression troops slowed down and stopped one kilometer away from Tongzhong Town. The knight's big gun pointed at Tongzhong Town in the distance, with great momentum.

Wushuang, murderous intent.

There was silence, and the war horse seemed to feel the overwhelming pressure of the impending war. The good qualities gained from years of domestication allowed the war horse to maintain a high morale.

Looking back from Tongzhong Town, the vicissitudes of the middle-aged man can still vaguely see the mountain people who are stubbornly resisting. Before the war, there were about 400 mountain people, but now there are less than 100 left, still desperately resisting the attack of the semi-demon.

The battle front is in danger.

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Kaidi was lying on the ground, covered in blood. His left arm was broken at the shoulder level. The wound was scorched and dark, as if he had been burned by high temperature.

Kaidi was only a third-level archer. In order to boost the morale of his tribe, he stood at the forefront and fought. As a result, he became the target of the half-demon mage.

Even though many clan members risked their lives to save him, this young clan leader still paid the price with his left arm to come back from the battlefield alive.

Waves of refreshing body fragrance echoed on Kaidi's nose. He opened his eyes, his blurred vision gradually became clearer, and he heard the roars of the tribesmen's desperate resistance.

The middle-aged Yin Eagle clan leader is currently fighting on the front line in place of Kaidi. No matter how much he wants to kill the troublesome young clan leader, the enemy is ahead and all personal grudges will be put aside.

Turning his heavy head, Kaidi saw a beautiful face with tear stains in front of his eyes. His beautiful eyes were full of worry. Kaidi hugged her brother tightly, crying until her eye circles were red and swollen, and she couldn't stop crying.

After opening his mouth, Kaidi realized that his throat was very thirsty. The blood loss made him severely dehydrated. He pursed his chapped lips and Kaidi weakly said: "Kaimei, my sister, we lost, completely lost to the conspiracy of the Holy See, but

Our tribe must continue, no matter what, you must live on and continue the inheritance of our tribe."

After pausing for breath, Kaidi felt that the power was rapidly draining from his body. He knew that he didn't have much time. When his chest was injured just now, his internal organs were injured. Because of his guilt towards his tribe, he not only did not withdraw to rest and heal, but rushed to the front line to fight.

The injury worsened, and his left arm was completely burned, and his life was gradually disappearing.

Kaimei was speechless and choked, her eyes slowly became firm, and she nodded vigorously: "Brother, no matter what method I use, I will continue the tribe's inheritance, don't worry!" The voice was cold, with a hatred that had never been seen before.

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Kaidi's eyes stayed on Kai Mei's pretty face for a long time, then he sighed heavily and took out a small white skin bag wrapped in thin ice from the secret pocket. The skin bag was only the size of a finger, and the outer layer looked thin.

The crystal ice layer cannot be damaged even if it is cut with a sword.

Seeing the small white skin bag wrapped in thin ice, Kaimei shrank subconsciously, a hint of fear flashed in her eyes, she looked at her brother sadly, and what she saw in response was a pair of eyes full of determination.

"Brother, you really want to...!!" Kaimei's voice was full of desolation and helplessness. She wanted to take the little skin bag away, but she didn't have the courage and didn't even dare to look directly at it.

Kaidi laughed miserably and swallowed the small white skin bag wrapped in thin ice into his mouth.

The small white skin bag is a natural medicine accidentally discovered by the Kaidi tribe.

It comes from a sacred animal in the eyes of mountain people, the one-horned ice sheep!

This very rare and almost extinct monster has become an idol worshiped by some mountain people because of its beautiful appearance, tough life, and powerful ice magic.

The Kaidi tribe happened not to be a tribe that worshiped the ice sheep. They happened to encounter a lone and seriously injured ice sheep. The previous generation leader had the idea to kill the ice sheep in order to see what magic the ice sheep had.

In the end, apart from an ice sheep magic crystal as big as a fingernail, two small white skin bags wrapped in thin ice were found near its heart.

In order to know what was inside, the tribe tried their best but failed to open it.

Finally, a tribesman asked, should I swallow it to know the effect?

An elderly mountain man in his sixties, with only a few days to live, volunteered to do experiments. The Kaidi tribe was unwilling to let go of anything that could make him stronger.

After swallowing the skin, the sixty-year-old mountain man underwent a miraculous change.

An ice aura that was so rich that it seemed like substance suddenly hovered around him. With a wave of his hand, the powerful ice magic seemed to come at his fingertips. As more and more ice auras appeared, this tribesman finally turned into an ice sculpture.

It has not melted for many years and is still stored in the Kaidi tribe.

In other words, if you swallow the skin, you can gain short-term ice magic power. According to the old patriarch's estimation, he is at least a level five ice mage, or even higher.

After swallowing the skin, Kaidi closed his eyes and remained silent. Kaimei stood not far away, clasping his hands together and looking at his brother nervously.

"Boom~! Boom~!" A powerful heartbeat came from Kaidi's body. A dense rolling cold mist suddenly appeared at the shoulder-length left arm. The cold fog quickly climbed up Kaidi's broken arm, entangled and condensed for a long time.

An arm made of ice appeared in front of everyone.

Fingers, palm prints, joints, and even lines on the skin are clearly visible.

Kaidi suddenly opened his eyes, and a white cold light flashed through his eyes. He sat up slowly. Kaidi carefully looked at the arm made of ice crystals, and tried to move it. It felt very delicate and real.

Taking one step out, a piece of crystal clear ice immediately formed on the ground. Stepping on the thin ice, Kaidi had an indifferent expression. He glanced at Kaimei and his tribe members and said coldly: "We don't have much time. The elites and Kaimei of the tribe are following me."
Chapter completed!