"Bastard!" Theodore's furious roar was like thunder, shaking the entire Ice Abyss Canyon.
He swung his sword back with his backhand, and the majestic holy light sword energy turned into a huge arc-shaped ice blade, which smashed and forced back several powerful werewolf leaders who tried to take advantage of the opportunity to pounce on him, along with the ice storm they had created.
He didn't even bother to look at the results of the battle, his eyes swept across the battlefield behind him like lightning.
Although the Eighth Knights had the upper hand, the Werewolf Legion was still counterattacking frantically, consuming the Knights' strength.
It is risky to divide the troops, but Mark's team has the key clues related to the mysterious strong man and the oracle, which is no less important than the Heart of the Star Relic in front of them!
After all, the Holy Light Church did not have many records about this 'Heart of the Star Remains', and it seemed that only the people of the Star-Moon Church and the Dark Church knew it best.
If he really wants to seize the 'Heart of the Star' for the church, it is very necessary to capture a few strong people who truly understand it.
Especially since they were non-staff members of the Thirteenth Knights, yet they dared to destroy his army's food supplies. This was a blatant violation of the dignity of Theodore Pellegrini!
"Divide into two teams!" Theodore made a quick decision, his voice booming through the battlefield. "Team one, continue to eliminate the wolves and suppress the entrance to the Ice Abyss! The other elite team, follow the deputy commander! Target the south! Bring those little rats back to me!"
He continued to spur his warhorse. The black ice-maned horse reared up and let out a deafening neigh. "Let me capture this Oracle of the Enlightenment Society first. When I return to camp, I want to see those four deserters!"
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The cellar was narrow and dark, and the biting cold seeped through Xiao Mu's gel layer.
The clamor of the camp above was gradually replaced by the dull vibrations coming from the Ice Abyss battlefield. Every energy shock caused ice chips to fall from the frozen soil.
"Mark." Anna's voice was barely perceptible, her ears twitching slightly in the darkness. "Can we really fool them? The Knights appeared so quickly in Frostwhisper Rift, as if they knew the location in advance."
She was referring to the Eighth Knights' precise arrival after the Oracle bombarded Frostwhisper Rift with powerful magic.
Enzo's heavy breathing could be heard nearby. The dwarf lowered his voice, "I think it's risky too. Captain Theodore is a legend. His nose might be sharper than an ice hound's! Our little tricks..."
"Quiet." Monica's voice interrupted them, as calm as ice. "The explosive energy of the Frostwhisper rift surged into the sky and could be felt hundreds of miles away. It's only natural for the Knights to rush here to investigate after receiving reports of an abnormality.
"Besides, the Dark Church also mobilized a large number of Dark Knights back then, so it's not surprising that it attracted the attention of the Holy Knights. But this time is different."
Her dagger scraped softly across the frozen wall in the darkness.
"Theodore is a legendary knight, not a great wizard specializing in tracking and prophecy. No matter how strong his perception is, it is difficult to penetrate the natural magical disorder of the ice field and the deep permafrost."
She paused, her tone showing absolute confidence in Xiao Mu's ability:
"Furthermore, Xiaomu's mucus... possesses special divine properties. It can block our breath, body temperature, and even our soul fluctuations.
"Before, on the surface, even non-Legendary-level detectors couldn't detect us. Now that we're deep underground, it's even more impossible. As for the bait..."
In the darkness, one could almost imagine the corners of her mouth curling up slightly, "Xiao Mu's true form won't be discovered by the Knights, and the people chasing him are just chasing a mimic clone.
"As long as Mark sends a signal through the scroll, it can dismantle its mimicry and blend into the ice field at any time, or disappear completely at the right time."
Mark's deep voice rang out: "Monica is right. The Holy Light Church's tracking techniques are mostly targeted at dark forces, and our presence was perfectly obscured by Xiao Mu.
"Theodore is currently trapped deep within the icy abyss by the Oracle, unable to spare any time. The lieutenants and knights outside are all focused on us fleeing south."
He was referring to the pursuers who were led away by Xiao Mu's clone and the puppet airship.
Time passed in the oppressive silence and the roar coming from the ice abyss.
I don’t know how long it took, but the vibration frequency of the ground seemed to have weakened a little, but the energy oscillations in the direction of the Ice Abyss were still as dull as thunder, indicating that the fighting ahead was far from over.
"Almost." Monica's voice sounded in the darkness, carrying the signal for action.
Without any extra words, the gel layer that Xiao Mu wrapped around the four people began to wriggle.
The permafrost above silently softened and separated, and the mud and broken ice were cleverly pushed aside and compacted by the gel.
The entire process was almost silent, and no magical fluctuations were emitted.
The four of them were like ghosts moving slowly under the ice, rising up to the ground little by little from the opening of the cellar.
The cold air instantly enveloped him, much colder and more biting than underground.
The wind and snow were still howling over the camp, but the logistics camp area seemed even more unguarded due to the previous explosions and chaos. Most of the personnel were transferred to the front line to support or participate in the pursuit of the "fugitives" in the south.
They crawled in the shadow of the tent, quickly and silently put on the inconspicuous dark thick leather coats they had taken from the logistics camp, and wrapped their heads, mouths and noses with oilcloth.
Mark finally sensed the direction of the watchtower on the edge of the camp.
Almost all the knights were concentrated in the southern night sky and the junction of the main camp and the front line.
Under the cover of night, the wind and snow became a natural curtain.
The four figures were like fish swimming in the shadows, sticking to the edge of the camp and sliding silently towards the west, which was completely opposite to the Ice Abyss battlefield and the direction in which Xiao Mu's bait escaped.
It quickly disappeared into the endless darkness and snow in the vast snowfield.
In the rear, the lights of the Eighth Knights' camp and the faint roar of battle coming from the depths of the ice abyss were quickly blocked by the thick curtain of wind and snow.
…
The wind and snow howled endlessly across the ice field, and the rolled-up ice chips hit the thick oilcloth cloak, making a rustling sound.
It's been a month.
Ever since escaping from under the nose of the Eighth Knights, Mark's team has been struggling to survive for a month in this bitter and cold land forgotten by the gods.
To avoid all possible eyeliner.
Whether it's a human stronghold, an alien tribe, or the tentacles of the Church of Holy Light that may extend here.
They completely exiled themselves to the most desolate and harshest hinterland of the ice sheet.
Being far away from the settlement means that supplies are cut off, and they can only rely on the supplies in the space ring to survive. Even if the ring has a large capacity, Mark and his friends never thought that one day they would have to live a life of survival in the wilderness on the ice field.
Of course, this also means that they are the only aliens in this white desert, constantly exposed to the gaze of countless hungry eyes.
The true fangs of the Arctic ice field were fully revealed to them during this month.
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