"Did you say the man would come?"

Lying in the cold snow, the green faced Snowman mage asked his companions as he breathed cold air.

"He will appear."

The snowman companion who infiltrated into the enemy's rear with the mage was holding a endoscope and staring at the every move of the undead army not far away. The snow dyed his beard white, but he stood still.

They are snowmen, a unique race of brakada.

In the past years, snowmen had a bad reputation in bracada. They always played the role of snow monsters. Their skin was very pale and their blood was cold. But after the war, in order to maintain their homes, snowmen joined the battlefield at the first time.

In the snow, the whereabouts of snowmen are silent, and no other creatures are more suitable for this environment than them. They are like natural assassins, and some snowmen work for the thieves' Guild on the premise that they do not threaten their own homes.

"Those necromancers must be crazy. No one has ever dared to fight bracada." The young Snowman said angrily, "President Eli will teach him a lesson!"

"Keep your voice down." The bearded Snowman glared at him, "you will expose us. Remember how our companion died the day before yesterday? He exposed his breath, and then his blood was drained. He also attracted the search of undead creatures, which almost exposed us."

The young Snowman lowered his head with some fear in shame. He had never seen that kind of strange magic.

"When narrod appears, we just need to report the news to the magic guild and the task will be completed."

The old Snowman said faintly. At this time, there was a change in the camp of the dead. The discovery made him cheer up and concentrate on observing through the endoscope.

"Oh no..." looking at the creatures coming out of the undead camp, he reluctantly put down the endoscope. "It's Tanan. Damn it, the undead mage didn't follow. It's not in the plan of the magic guild."

Disappointment and anger spread in the hearts of snowmen, which also made their blood no longer cold and virtually released some information.

"I found you, you mice in the snow." With a red portal tearing the void, the mage in a bright red robe crossed the space and came to them. His hands and feet exuded the terrible smell of a legendary mage.

"It's him!" When the strong enemy appeared, the young snowman was deeply shocked. The day before yesterday, it was this red robed mage who drained the blood of his companions.

"Run away, separate!" The old Snowman also showed some fear. In front of such legendary mages, they definitely had no possibility to escape, but he still didn't want to give up and said he would move in an instant.

"It's too late. Blood magic!" The blood mage raised his right hand high, with suffocating pressure in his words.

However, the next moment, several people maintained the same action and stood still, and their spells didn't work.

"Royal blood skill!" The bloody mage who held his right hand high did not accept this result. He cast magic on the frightened people again, but it still didn't work. At this moment, all mana values in his body were stagnant and couldn't play any effect at all.

"It must be the master's reinforcements. Stay here and die!"

Aware of what had happened, jerev yelled, then picked up his robe, turned and ran towards the camp of the dead creatures.

"Don't let him run away!" The old snowman was the first to realize what had happened. If the mage who easily found their position ran away, it would be hard to escape.

Drawing a sharp dagger from the inside of the heavy white boots, the old Snowman made a vigorous step and rushed towards jerev who had escaped.

Listening to the footsteps of the snowman approaching, jerev's face changed dramatically. He wanted to have two more legs. He has countless spells that can solve the snowman, but he can't use them now. The generous robe, which was full of momentum, now became an obstacle to his escape. If he was careless, he would trip him down. Jerev secretly vowed that he would never wear this kind of thick robe again after he survived.

"Ah..."

Soon, jerev was thrown to the ground by the snowman. The snowman's dagger stabbed several holes in his back waist, which made him scream with pain, but his mouth was immediately covered by the snowman to prevent him from making a sound.

"Be quiet." Feeling the gradual weakening of jerev's struggle, the snowman put the bloody dagger in front of his neck and slowly released the hand covering his mouth, "honestly answer my question, where is rod now?"

"You don't know... Who you're fighting against." The intense pain of being pressed in the snow by the enemy made jerev laugh. "The master will wake me up again... You'd better live to that moment. I've written down the smell in your blood."

As soon as the snowman's expression changed, he just wanted to completely solve jerev. A battle axe like a silver meteor flew to him, and the whole axe blade was deeply embedded in his chest.

The young Snowman screamed and couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

"I smell the smell of the mage."

Tanan came from a distance with a grin on his face. As he pulled out the axe that had cleaved into the snowman's chest, he glanced contemptuously at jerev, as if laughing at him who could only cast spells.

"Tanan? Shouldn't you be in the southern theater?" Jerev asked with some doubt.

"It was farezer who transferred me. He said it was the master's order." Tanan snorted.

The pain on his body hit jerev again, which also made his face twitch. Once a disciple of the God of mages, he almost died in the hands of two snowmen. It was said that it was easy to ridicule. Tanan's power did not match the members of the regiment in the eastern theater.

"Can you turn off the power of forbidding demons first?" Seeing that Tanan was going to kill the snowman over there, jerefer quickly held back his pain and said, "these two snowmen have very important information hidden in them. I will interrogate them carefully."

Tanan looked at jerev's injury. He was so fatally injured that he believed jerev would not let the enemy go. After closing the forbidden devil field, Tanan waved his hand, and then found the great devil who heard the news and went to the front line by the cold lake.

The young Snowman who broke away from the forbidden devil field just wanted to cast a spell to escape, but he was affected by the magic of resisting blood. The blood gathered on his head, which also made his face red and couldn't lift up any strength at all.

"Well, now it's my turn." Said jerev slowly, raising his hand.