In the Gwat Fortress, the cold weather reaches minus fifty degrees Celsius. Such weather can completely freeze ordinary humans in one hour and freeze to death. Of course, the trolls and stone humans in the movement are not at risk of death.

"Carimo, come and help me, this thing is actually stuck to the ground!" A troll was squeezing excitedly with his head on the Gwat Fortress, as if something extremely amazing happened.

"How could this happen?" The troll named Karimo ran over from the side, his face full of surprise. His companion's lower body was actually with the ice on the ground, and the thing connecting them was the excreted urine.

"I just came out to pee, who knows how to ice!" There was a hint of crying in the voice of the iced troll. He just came out to pee, but who knew that it was frozen to the ground, and he seemed unable to take it off.

"Take boiling water," Karimo said hesitantly.

"Boiled water? Don't take it off with boiling water. Go and get a torch." A rough voice, Haska appeared behind the two of them at some point, and said with a serious face.

"Sir? Are you talking about roasting on fire?" Karimo swallowed, obviously surprised by the decision.

"The weather here is enough to instantly solidify the boiling water. You can only strengthen the connection between them with boiling water." Haska bounced the man's lower body with his finger, and then suddenly broke the ice frozen on the ground.

"Go inside and slowly bake it. This haunting weather." Haska cursed and then walked away. The man walked into the stone house with his lower body still stained with ice. After a while, a scream came from the room.

"My tribe is a warrior who is not afraid of injury. What is this pain?" Haska frowned and then walked towards the big stone house on the side.

In the huge stone house, Su Yan stood aside with a gloomy face, and beside him was a tree man. While cleaning, the tree man found a letter on the table in the hall, and this letter was Su Yan's gloomy reason.

"Sword Saint. Where did those group of centaurs go? It takes four or five hours to patrol. Is it so long?" Haska entered the hall, but he did not sit down. The weather was so cold that it was scary. Just sit for a few minutes and your blood could stop flowing.

"Those guys are leaving," said Su Yan with a gloomy face, looking at Haska.

"Leave? What does it mean?" Haska stamped his feet.

"This place is not a good place. Those people are unwilling to stay here anymore. They leave, which means that we are stationed here. When did this group of stupid centaurs become so cunning?" Su Yan cursed, but he didn't know that the environment would change people!

The original tile roof still had temperatures of more than ten degrees below zero and twenty degrees below zero. At that time, the Centaur Legion was still staying here, but as winter came here, the temperature dropped more and more, the group of Centaurs could not help it. Even the honest people became cunning.

"Sir, those guys ran away?" Haska instantly understood Su Yan's meaning, and then shouted loudly. He had experienced the coldness here, and could freeze all the little guys of his tribe on the ground. This is not a place to survive.

"This place is still haunted?" cursed loudly. The troll obviously thought of the incident where his companion had just hit a ghost.

"Yes, that space can condense our souls!"

Another undead screamed loudly. This was a black undead, and his body was covered with various filth. This was a color that only when fighting and resentment condensed to a certain extent. Of course, the undead who came to hell was also of this color.

"Go and kill that human and grab this space. We need this space!"

"Take him!"

An evil spirit shouted loudly, so the evil spirit quickly reached a unified state. Hundreds of evil spirits ran towards Su Yan quickly, but they thought that Su Yan, like other soldiers, could not see him at all.

"Sacred, kill—" The corner of his mouth whispered. Others may have no choice but to the undead, but as a silent sorcerer, he is not afraid of these undeads at all. The silent sorcerer himself has the ability to kill undeads, and the Blade of Wisdom also has a way to absorb souls and bless intelligence.

The arm slowly raised, and an ice blade rushed out of Su Yan's hand. The cold weather made the sword blade condensed by Su Yan extremely sharp and wide. The running undead instantly pierced through Ye Su's body. With a scream, the body of the undead who was stabbed became extremely unstable. A look of horror appeared in the eyes of the undead.

"Can that person kill us?!" Wang Lin shouted in horror.

"So what? Isn't this a sacred wizard before? Don't they stand with us now?" A dead soul shouted disapprovingly, and beside him were two sacred robes standing. This was a kind of clothes specially worn by the sacred vassal masters decades ago. It was obvious that the souls of these wizards came from the sacred vassal.

"That is just a sacred power, and it is impossible to kill all of us. If we go together and seize that space, we can establish ourselves in the underworld." The sacred master smiled gloomyly, his tone was even more indescribable temptation.

"Self-in-the-dark realm! Kill him!"

The undead utensils shouted excitedly, their arms dancing wildly, and a large group of undead rushed towards Su Yan quickly.

"kill--"

In the strange eyes of the troll clan, Su Yan suddenly started to stumble on the side, and dozens of ice swords appeared alternately in his hands, and sharp ice swords were quickly thrown out by Su Yan.

"What are you doing?" a troll asked in confusion.

"Woo--"

With a scream of the undead, Su Yan and Su Yan's sword blade suddenly shone brightly, and a headless undead was exposed to everyone's vision, looking extremely miserable.

"Sir, I'm killing the undead. Damn, I'll say this place is haunted, it seems to be true!" A troll cursed loudly, then picked up the iron spear in his hand to attack the shining undead, but when he took out his weapon, the undead disappeared instantly.

"Buzz--"
Chapter completed!