Chapter 203 The Power of the Leader!

Instantly, countless Blizzard Kings were knocked away and injured, but they could not withstand the brave attack of the Ivory Pig.

Until the pine forest was knocked out into a long snow road with a width of five meters and an unknown depth, the khaki shadow slowly disappeared.

"Is this... 100,000 horsepower?"

Mingzheng couldn't believe that the Ivory Pig, which was only at the quasi-king level, could use such a terrifying skill?

Or did the leader Ivory Pig already have the strength of the king level?

Before Mingzheng recovered from the shock, the leader of the Emperor Tooth Sea Lion on the other side seemed unwilling to be outdone like this.

The wind rose!

The cold wind suddenly blew from behind, making Mingzheng shiver.

In the group of Emperor Tooth Sea Lions, an Emperor Tooth Sea Lion that was even smaller than its peers suddenly rose slowly, and the ice under its feet quickly condensed, pushing it to stand out among the group.

At some point, the biting cold wind gathered from all directions and lingered around the rising Emperor Fang Sea Lion leader.

"Diya!!!!"

A roar no weaker than that of the Ivory Pig Leader sounded, and the cold wind turned into a tornado, which was controlled by the Emperor Fang Sea Lion leader and swept towards the pine forest.

Wherever it passed, the hard pine forest was uprooted, and was crushed in an instant, which in turn enhanced the power of the tornado.

The Blizzard Kings fled in all directions, but they could not resist the tornado that seemed fast but was actually slow, which swept them all in, and then froze, tore, and swallowed!

"What is this, a tornado version of a blizzard?"

Mingzheng folded his arms, and the cold wind from such a distance made him feel a chill deep into his bones.

And what kind of feelings did the Blizzard Kings who faced the tornado blizzard feel?

Maybe they didn't feel anything, so what feelings would there be after death!

Hundred thousand horsepower, tornado blizzard!

The appearance of the two leaders made their tribesmen go crazy, and their fighting spirit rose endlessly. They almost pressed the Blizzard Kings and advanced rapidly into the depths of the pine forest.

"So simple? Is the King of the Icefield really dead?"

Mingzheng didn't believe it, and didn't believe that this shocking war would end so anticlimactically.

"Strange Horned Deer!"

"Wheeling, whining, whining!!!"

"Let's go! Everyone, let's go and have a look!"

After saying that, Mingzheng took the lead in jumping onto the deer, and Squirtle and Galagala followed closely.

Metal Monster also lowered his body to let Tengchui and Leafeon climb up.

Shuttlecock Cotton immediately used Tailwind to reduce the burden on Strange Horned Deer and Metal Monster.

Mingzheng and a group of elves flew into the air and quickly chased in the direction of the battlefield.

They didn't dare to get too close, so they could only follow behind.

At this time, the Ivory Pigs and the Imperial Tooth Sea Lions had completely entered the pine forest, and the leading troops had even penetrated five or six hundred meters.

At this moment, a green light suddenly flashed out from the middle of the two groups, and quickly expanded outward, covering all the tusk pigs and imperial sea lions in an instant.

"Puff!!!"

"Dia!!!"

The two leaders roared, as if to remind and warn something, but it was obviously too late.

The next second, a large number of thick vines grew out from the ground, indiscriminately attacking all the elves around.

At this time, there were no enemies in the two groups that rushed into the pine forest.

All around are our own people!

"Parasitic seeds, grass knots, ultimate absorption..."

Mingzheng whispered softly, his heart full of chills.

These vines are obviously not of the same type, but a combination of multiple grass skills. It is a super-large trap set up by the leader of the Blizzard King!

How can the century-old royal family be easy to deal with? The previous rout was just to lure the enemy deeper and into the trap.

With just this one attack, without the King of the Icefield taking action, the two groups consumed nearly 30% of their strength.

When the tusk pig tribe and the imperial tooth sea lion tribe barely escaped from the trap, the blizzard king tribe launched another fierce attack, not giving them a chance to breathe.

Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals!

But the two leaders were not restrained, and they were quite unscrupulous. The senior, elite, and even gym owner-level tribesmen of the three parties were rapidly consumed.

Compared with the beginning, the number of tusk pigs and imperial tooth sea lions has been reduced by nearly half. The fierceness of the battle made Mingzheng and his companions speechless.

However, high-level battles are the key to determining the outcome of this battle. Although it is not obvious, the blizzard king tribe is indeed at a disadvantage.

The key factor is that the two leaders have never stopped attacking. Each of their attacks is so earth-shattering and lethal.

King of the Icefield, are you not showing up yet?

It seems that too many screams and cries of the tribesmen have been heard, and finally an old roar came from the depths of the pine forest.

Instantly, the whole venue stopped attacking, and the two leaders could not help but look in the direction of the sound, with a slight panic in their eyes.

When the Blizzard King became the King of the Icefield, they were not even born.

They had listened to the King's stories and witnessed the King's power since they were young. When they really stood in front of the King, no matter how old the other party was, they still had a trace of fear.

This is the prestige accumulated by the King of the Icefield for hundreds of years, and the reputation earned in battles!

"Burst!!!!"

Another roar sounded, and even Mingzheng could hear the meaning.

Just retreat, the King forgives your disrespect?

Forgive?

The former King has never forgiven anyone!

This roar is not oppression, but rather the old King of the Icefield begging for mercy.

"Puff!!!"

"Diya!!!"

A strong, young, and warlike voice sounded, and it was the leaders of the two tribes who formally challenged the old Glacier King.

This seat, it's time for me to sit!

The next moment, a more intense war began. The three tribes of elves seemed to know that this was the final decisive battle, and no one could escape. The only way to end it was to fight.

The old Glacier King kept roaring, but his voice became weaker and weaker.

And such a voice would only make the ivory pigs and the imperial tooth sea lions more crazy and excited.

It made the Blizzard King want to plug his own king's mouth.

In the air, Mingzheng looked at the Icefield King, who was like a hill behind the Blizzard King's tribe, and couldn't help feeling regretful.

Just looking at the size, you can imagine how powerful and arrogant the Icefield King was at the time.

But now, it would rather hide behind its people and linger than rush out to fight and fight for a glimmer of life for its people.

The king is already in his twilight years, but the entire tribe should not be buried with him.

Mingzheng even expected whether a new Blizzard King would dare to stand up, abandon the irreversible pride of a hundred years, lead the remaining living forces, and start from scratch.

Even if a hundred years later, he would regain the position of the King of the Icefield?

However...

Mingzheng shook his head. It was easy for him to say, but he also knew how difficult it was to do.

For the King of the Icefield who had been in power for a hundred years, admitting that he was old and incompetent might be more terrifying than death.