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The sound like the whistling of the wind and the sound of piercing the sky are echoing between the heaven and the earth.

The soldiers of the Fourth Legion, who had passed the Yongye review, were heading south in orderly formation. They would appear at the wind outlet leading to Northern Xinjiang in two weeks and launch a strong attack to open a safe passage through Northern Xinjiang.

Standing on the third peak of the Ice Crystal Mountain, Raymond and Willard watched them go away, but they had different moods.

Willard, who had red eyes and a heavy breath, clenched her fists and hung them on both sides of her legs, looking very excited. Therefore, today was the day to take the oath to counterattack Northern Xinjiang. She firmly believed that Northern Xinjiang would be retaken soon.

Raymond, who was standing beside her, had no special feelings about the retaking of Northern Xinjiang. He was just deeply moved after witnessing the incomparable strength of the Fourth Army, and there was also a strange emotion accumulating in his heart. .

Eternal Night, which had been sleeping for more than three hundred years, woke up three days ago. According to the plan formulated by Meredith, when the wind outlet connecting the Far North and Northern Xinjiang is recaptured, the Second Army will also The rapid departure was used as the main force in the counterattack in northern Xinjiang.

The two legions that need to be dispatched are expected to have more than 50,000 Nightmare Sons with strength above Dawn-level wizards, 2,000 Dawn-level commanders, plus high-end combatants dispatched by the forces attached to the Frozen City. Raymond was deeply shocked by the combat power data suddenly displayed in front of him.

With only one-third of the combat power of the Frozen City, it has the strong confidence to counterattack Northern Xinjiang. Although Yongye himself will not appear on the battlefield in Northern Xinjiang, according to Meredith's speculation, this time The battle to retake the Purple Plains, retake the Hurricane City, retake the entire Northern Territory, and then drive all the Sith tribe back to their original planes will be with full certainty.

Under the scorching sun at noon. The huge army that was gradually moving away like a dark cloud was about to disappear from sight. Willard let out a sigh of relief. "Only one-third of Yong Ye's command is equivalent to more than ten times the original fighting strength of Northern Xinjiang. The end of the Sith tribe has come..."

Raymond turned his head sideways, looked at Willard who was so excited that his face turned red, and smiled. "Among the people who followed Meredith from northern Xinjiang, except for her mother and daughter and the sick beauty Misiah, it seems that you and I are the only ones who have not joined this battle. You Why are you not willing to step into Hurricane City at the first opportunity and take back everything you have lost?"

"Tch...I was not originally a native of the nightmare world. After losing my beloved Ivli, the whole world has no meaning to me..."

Willard's face lost all color, which made Raymond realize that he had made a mistake, but she immediately smiled. Holding the hem of her skirt, she took two steps back and spun around under Raymond's gaze. There was a laughter like silver bells. "It's okay. Do you think this image still fits my identity?"

The upper body is wearing a tight-fitting red hollow leather armor, and under the slender waist is actually a white floor-length skirt. As Willard spins, the skirt corners and purple hair spread out, making it look majestic. Ladd seemed like a gorgeous lily in full bloom. Aside from her slightly artificial expression, she looked like a lady.

Seeing hope in Willard's eyes. There was still a hint of sadness in his expression, but after hesitating for a moment, Raymond laughed. "If you could get rid of your artificial expression, you would have a bit of a lady's flavor. Unfortunately, I haven't seen other dark elves. But there still seems to be something missing with such a figure..."

Willard, who stopped spinning by the hem of her skirt, stared at Raymond and pouted, but her deliberate cuteness made Raymond feel even more weird, and he couldn't help but reveal a smiley expression on his face. .

"You really have no discernment. The dark elves are famous for their beauty. How come you don't even get any praise when you come here..."

Willard returned to his original cheerful appearance as he spoke. After thinking about it, he raised his hand to condense a ball of memory light and threw it directly to Raymond. "This is the plane information I exchanged from the Abyss Beaver Clan. They couldn't even pay me for the broken magic weapon that I repaired, so they had to use this to pay for it!"

"Abyssal Beavers? Are they so poor?"

"They were also captured from the abyss. Just because they have some special abilities, they are saved from the fate of being used as food like succubi. I always talk about it to my dark elf clan. There are still some connections, so... the resources given to them will be slightly more..."

Willard's explanation also reminded Raymond of the old patriarch of the Abyss Beaver. This race moved from the far north and west to seek shelter in the Frozen City. These alien races want to survive in the far north of the nightmare world. , it is almost impossible to be independent. It is lucky for them not to become slaves or food.

Survival is difficult, but many times you have to make choices.

Thinking of the news about "seeking asylum" that Willard said before, Raymond felt helpless for a while. Moreover, as Yong Ye wakes up from his slumber, the battle of plane plunder will not be too long ago.

and……

As Yong Ye wakes up, he and Willard, who have not joined the counterattack in Northern Xinjiang, cannot always be under the protection of Gracie. Therefore, the requirements that Meredith made when they met yesterday , it must be carefully considered.

While thinking, the plane data in the memory ball thrown by Willard was stored in the chip. As the chip completed the inspection of these plane data, Raymond, who received the chip warning, began to check. .

Abyss Beavers are a race with unique talents. Although they do not have the ability to travel between planes, they can relatively accurately locate their spatial locations through the remaining auras on items taken from other planes.

Wizard plane, abyss plane, spirit lake plane, bone sea plane...

The memory ball given by Willard contains dozens of plane information, among which Raymond is familiar with the fairy plane and the wizard plane. Unfortunately, there is only a general introduction but no specific information. spatial coordinates!

The shock was followed by excitement, but then Raymond became confused and doubtful!

"As far as I know, all spatial coordinates are time-sensitive. According to the law that the plane is moving, precise positioning must be carried out before space transmission can be carried out. Otherwise, it is likely to enter the turbulence of time and space or even inexplicably. In the gap between time and space, you can never return!"

Raymond's words made Willard give him an angry look, and then she yelled. "Contented! The Abyssal Beavers regard these plane data as the treasure at the bottom of the box. If it weren't for the extremely high value of the magic weapon I repaired for them this time, they would rather be in debt than reveal it!"

Willard's tone made Raymond a little confused. After thinking for a moment, he asked. "Why do you want them to give out these plane coordinates as payment?"

"What else can you think about? This is the far north of the nightmare world. Although the northern frontier is likely to be recaptured quickly, I myself want to pay some price to obtain this information, so that I may be able to return to the abyss plane to live in the future. …”

"Although the Abyss Plane is a mid-to-high-level plane, it is connected to the Hell Plane. From what I have seen in the classics, survival there is even more difficult!"

"But there is always the birthplace of the dark elves. I always feel that I have been called there, so if I have the chance, I will go back..."

Seeing Willard's seriousness, Raymond still pretended to be relaxed and asked. "This...could it be said that it is a kind of homesickness?"

His eyes turned to the direction where the Second Legion disappeared in the distance. After a long pause, Willard lowered his head and sighed. "Maybe... there seems to be some similar feeling..." (To be continued...)