Way of Choices

Regardless of whether they are willing or not, Xue Old Town will always be there, waiting for a return wanderer or a stranger with bad intentions.

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

The cart pulled by the prison beast was rolled over the bluestone board, attracting a lot of attention.

The demons looked at the tall corpse in the carriage, and their pale faces and blue eyes were filled with shock, and they shouted loudly. There are many languages ​​of the Mozu, and the languages ​​used by different classes in the snow old city are often different, but at this time most of the exclamations have a similar syllable-Guye.

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

If someone looks close, they may see a very strange and terrible picture.

There is an eye in the hole, his eyes are very calm, without any emotion, but obviously alive.

"Grand Guye?"

Compared with the top-secret data I saw at the military department, I realized who the young nobleman who died under my hands was, and I no longer thought about this issue.

Through the small holes in the body of the young nobleman, he looked at the streets and buildings of the old snow town.

The human race and the higher-order demons are somewhat similar in appearance, but they are completely different species. The two sides have fought for tens of thousands of years, and have forged an invincible blood sea enmity. Both physical and spiritual aspects, the two sides are completely isolated, but only in During the time of Tunguska University, there was a very short period of time for very limited exchanges.

For countless years, only a very few demons have appeared in Kyoto, and most of the endings are very miserable. As for the human race...Since Wang Zhice and Demon King signed a truce agreement, no human race can step into the snow old city. Folded sleeves can be said to be the first person to walk into the old city of snow in hundreds of years.

The old city of snow is strange to the human race, it is evil, it is the lair of the devil, it is the abyss of sin, so what is it?

Folded sleeves only know that the wall of this city is very high, several times higher than that of Luoyang. It has been a long time to enter the city gate, and you can still clearly see the moss and residual snow on the wall. The streets here are straight and wide, and the buildings are tall. Most of them are made of stone. They look a bit rough and have a very clear beauty. And every once in a while, you can see a spired building, I do not know what its purpose is, giving people a grand and sacred feeling.

I don't know how long I have walked, the sky is getting brighter, and the time has come to noon. Suddenly, the sunlight was blocked, leaving behind a dark, folded sleeve saw a black stone. The black stone did not know what material it was made of, and it seemed to be sucked clean when the sight fell on it.

It seems that after the inspection, the prison beast continued to move forward, and there were more and more black stone tablets in the eyes of the folded sleeve. One can be seen after more than ten feet, standing between the blue hills, because his vision was blocked, he I can't see the whole picture here, but I guess from the picture I saw, I can imagine how spectacular that picture should be.

There are black monuments everywhere on the blue hills. It looks like a huge cemetery, and it looks like some kind of ritual formation.

Folding his sleeves, he felt that the body of the young nobleman was lifted up, and then slowly and carefully placed into a pit slightly lower than the ground.

He suddenly felt something was wrong.

In the original plan, he planned to wait for the young noble to be buried, wait a few days underground, and then leave to find Nanke.

According to his understanding of the demon, the family cemetery of this young noble should be not far from the demon palace.

When he saw those huge black monuments, he really thought this was the family cemetery of the young nobles.

The Guye family is already very large, so there is a huge Guye statement. He thought that the family's tombstone should be larger than the ordinary one.

But as the young nobleman, the burial should not be so hasty, even during the war.

If this is not the graveyard of the Gué family, where would it be? Why are there so many mysterious black steles here?

After a while, without the coffin lid falling, the folded sleeves felt even stranger.

He stretched his fingers out of the wounds on the young nobleman, and pulled his clothes aside, looking out of the pit.

The horizon that can be seen is still limited, and the first thing that comes into view is a black stele.

Closer, I could see clearly that it was an obelisk, the top of which was diagonally folded, turned into a spire, and pointed towards the sky.

Folded sleeves looked down at the sky along the stele.

In the snowfield before, 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 often buried himself in the snow, opened his eyes, looked at the dark sky, it took a long time to see He knows that after watching it for a long time, it is easy to produce an illusion, the height will be reversed, the sky will become an abyss, you float in the void of the void, full of uneasiness, just like this time.

The empty feeling became stronger and stronger, and finally became a kind of warning sign.

The other side of the sky, the bottom of the abyss, seemed to be watching him quietly with one eye.

Folding the sleeves felt that his body was out of control, and the cold sweat slowly oozed out of the body, as if taking all the courage at the same time.

At the highest part of the grass mound he couldn't see, surrounded by thousands of black obelisks, the black robe looked up to the sky, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, the black robe withdrew his eyes and swept across thousands of black obelisk.

At this moment, the heart of the folded sleeve suddenly and strongly beat, outside the normal rhythm.

At the most critical moment, his old impulsive whim caused him to wake up from this nightmare without real content and found that someone seemed to be observing himself.

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

Suddenly, snow fell from the depths of the dark sky, on the grassy hill, and on the bottom of the pit, gradually covering up the bodies of all demons.

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The war between the human race and the demons has entered the most difficult situation. The three fields in the south of the old snow town are full of battles. There is no pure land in a thousand miles. Death is happening at any time, and both sides are exhausted to the extreme. At the extreme, it only depends on who crashes first.

The holy light crossbow of the human race army is almost exhausted. The rear supplies have been unable to keep up with it for more than ten days ago. As for other supplies such as ordnance and spars, they have been cut off for a few days. The West Road Army, sweeping the bases around the Demon Race, also had no good news. The situation of the Demon Race is not much better. Most of the ordnance of the city guards can no longer be repaired, so that the bravest cavalry squads of the human race can sometimes rush into the place less than three miles from the city wall.

One morning, a loud cry filled with surprise came from the northern wilderness. Then, a faint song rang out. Gradually, the screams and singing came towards the south, and turned into thunderous cheers after entering the old snow town. At last, hundreds of thousands of tribal warriors in the wilderness outside the city also roared with them.

At the very beginning, the human army noticed the movements of the Devil, and watched with vigilance and anxiety, not knowing what happened.

The cheers of the Demon soldiers became louder and louder, and the emotions of the Terran soldiers became more and more tense.

Heming looked at the dark sky and finally understood what was going on.

He reached out to catch a falling snowflake.

Snowing.

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(If there is nothing unexpected, April will be the last full moon of the day of choice. I will use my best effort to write, thank you.)

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