New White Snake Asking Immortals

In the southern wasteland, there are cliffs and steep peaks covered with red flowers and trees.

Bai Yujun stood on the top of the peak and looked at the north, his eyes seemed to pass over the mountains and rivers to see the black and dead air, the darkness enveloped the earth, the trees, flowers and plants withered and the beasts wailed, and they kept going south day and night.

To be honest, Moubai doesn't know where those corpses came from, and it is not a good thing to combine the ruins of the Dragon Palace everywhere.

At the foot of the mountain, the snake demon soldiers have left the exquisite wooden houses in the forest to gather for training. The supplies accumulated over the past few years are being packed. Maybe the snake demon army will come out of the Southern Wilderness soon.

Bai Yujun didn't want a war, and she didn't want the snake demon to suffer casualties.

However, the rise of racial civilization does not rely on conspiracy or rhetoric, but on blood, and on bloody struggles to create a prosperous world. The luck of heaven will only love the race that strives to be strong, and those who are content with pleasure and hide in their comfortable nests will only be worms .

If the snake demon clan wants to grow, they must do something, not pay, but do and participate.

The bottom of my heart decided to participate in the catastrophe that could not be avoided, but I didn't plan to send troops to the north immediately. The human race was afraid that the army of snake demons would rob them of their thousands of acres of good farmland and shops facing the street, and that their manor would be renamed and surnamed. After all, the two sides are not of the same race, and it is already very good that they did not fight.

"People... will not wake up until they feel the pain and misery."

Human beings are like this, the cycle of prosperity and decline goes on and on, only when people beat them into the house and hurt them will they remember that if they forget the battle, they will be in danger, and they will not wake up until they feel the pain.

If the spanking hurts, he will naturally wake up. Of course, it is also possible to give up the spanking and change the back to continue the spanking.

In addition, the covenant signed with the Taizu of the Yan Kingdom restricted the actions of the Snake Demon Army. To go to the Great Wall of the Northland, you must pass through the Central Plains. The covenant clearly stipulates that you cannot enter the Central Plains without the emperor's permission. Don't try to protect the peace of the world within the past six months.

The only good news is that zombies no longer carry corpse poison, which avoids the possibility of spreading.

Bai Yujun was worried.

In many places in the northern border occupied by zombies, there are only some large land veins left, and the smaller land veins and water veins seem to be dead. Potential.

The rotting corpses had to go through the tribes in the northern wilderness to go south, which could buy a little time for the Central Plains. If the Yan Kingdom was still awake... they would have to beat people.

Bai Yujun shook her head, jumped up lightly and floated through the fog towards the White Mansion.

Can't and can't do anything right now,

I can only stay in the mansion, eat cakes and enjoy the lotus flowers, or go to the mountain to soak in the hot springs to wash my long hair. Occasionally, I think that if I didn’t fight the dragon hunter and kill the snakes, I might still be alone now. I can’t think of supporting such a big family. Industry.

Things are unpredictable, just do your best.

...

No one can resist the footsteps of the corpse tide.

No matter the so-called invincible wolf cavalry or the ferocious tribe, you will know what is not afraid of death when you face the tide of corpses. A long and thin black line appears at the edge of the sky where the grass meets the blue sky, and then the black air envelopes the blue sky, densely packed like a tide The rotten corpses spread over in a crowd, and it couldn't be stopped.

Fortunately, the speed of movement is not very fast, as long as you are willing to run, you can escape from danger.

Countless tribes of various ethnic groups hurried south to approach the Great Wall, and the defenders were unable to open the city gates. As the tide of corpses approached, the terrified tribes attacked the Great Wall checkpoints like crazy, and did not occupy the gates after opening the gates. Continue to run south.

The court of Yan Kingdom didn't realize that it was in serious trouble until the tribes swarmed into the pass...

However, the stagnant court still has no countermeasures.

Prevarication, silence, prudence and self-preservation. In the past, the adults who scolded Fang Qiu for strategizing and winning thousands of miles are slowly swaying. The matter is too risky and too risky. If it is done well, it will be good. If it is not done well, it will be a scapegoat. wait and see.

Chunyang Palace and Western Sect suddenly found that the imperial court was not as active as before. In the past, the proposals of the two Sects were quickly implemented, lest they be too slow to make the immortal cultivators unhappy.

Perhaps... it started with the dispute between the two religions, and the imperial court and the emperor who were caught in the middle unknowingly raised their status.

Time is wasted waiting and hoping that the monster will recede automatically...

The tide of corpses left the snowfield in early summer and went south. Now it is winter, and the black torrent flows across the wasteland grassland and approaches the Great Wall. When the guards of the Beacon Tower on the Great Wall saw the black line in the sky, they quickly lit the beacon fire!

When the smoke rises, the beacon towers are lined up like stars.

It was still bright daylight when the first ray of wolf smoke was lit, and the beacon flames spread all the way, and it was already night when they finally arrived at the fortress. , endlessly...

"Be alert! Ascending the city...!"

The fortress is connected to the Great Wall. Because it has sufficient supplies and elite soldiers to resist the intrusion of the tribes in the wasteland all the year round, those tribes also know that this place is dangerous and turn to other places to escape.

The sound of drums and drums reverberated in the valley, and the elite frontier soldiers lit the torches at the intersection in an orderly manner, wore armor and held weapons and climbed onto the city wall, thinking that those wilderness tribes were coming to attack the city.

It didn't take long for the city wall to be full of soldiers, fearing that the torches would illuminate the city wall and attract archers to attack, so they didn't light too many torches and lanterns.

The chief soldier tried his best to look outside the city, only to see dense and endless red eyes...

The soldiers panicked and frightened.

"Shoot the rocket! Quick!"

Several rockets flew into the night and landed slowly. Then, the defenders on the city wall retreated in unison with a bang.

It's full of dead people, no one knows how much darkness there is in the distance, the picture is turned to look down from a high altitude, sparse torches light up the fortress walls in the darkness, and to the north is a sea of ​​red eyes...

Several fast horses galloped wildly, dragging the messenger with the yellow flag on their backs, and rushed all night to the nearest big city for help.

The Great Wall is just a wall, and someone needs to stand on it and wield weapons to take advantage. Although Chunyang and Western monks help, the zombies are not weak. The defense line is too long and there are no soldiers stationed there.

Day and night, the villages and small towns along the way disappeared like mud in the flood.

That night, several big cities that were closer to the Great Wall fell, and there were no survivors. After sweeping away, they continued to go south, as if they planned to eat up one city after another until all living things were eaten.

There are only two places that broke through the natural barrier of the Great Wall, and the number of rotting corpses is not too many.

As long as you dare to pick up a weapon, even a wooden stick can stab you to death. High-level zombies are rare and most of them are low-level rotting corpses. Unfortunately, after losing their blood, An Yi only knows that when he sees rotting corpses, his legs are weak and he howls and waits to die.

In addition, the northern wilderness tribes who entered the customs looted and robbed food everywhere, adding fuel to the already chaotic situation.

Several cities in a row were wiped out, and the dignitaries were afraid after all. The tide of corpses was not a joke but a real thing. In those cities, there were many wealthy and powerful families with property and family businesses. Shi Qingliu made carrion rations.