On the vast ice field.

Bost watched Colin's figure gradually disappear into the darkness, and suddenly raised his head.

In the velvet-like darkness, a crystal snowflake slowly fell from the sky.

‘It’s going to snow…’ Bost was silent.

Snowflakes are not common in Nuolan Continent, but here, they are everywhere...

After all, we have arrived in a foreign land.

Withdrawing his gaze, Bost turned around and returned to the battle line.

Helping Colin cross the defense line was just a short interlude. What he was more worried about now was the fate of the remaining compatriots in Nuolan Continent.

In the next war, they need to obtain enough military exploits to allow the people of the Nolan to truly gain a foothold in this strange continent.

While worrying, Bost returned to his igloo.

"You haven't left yet?" After walking in, Bost looked at Galder sitting behind the desk and paused and said.

"Stay a little longer. Anyway, there is no shortage of wizards like me over there." Garde sighed.

Although he was assigned as the commander of the defense line next door.

But in fact, as an outside wizard, he only has a superficial commanding title. It is simply unrealistic to really get involved in commanding.

The most effect this name can bring is that it can make those wizards say hello respectfully when they see him.

"Thank you for your hard work," Bost comforted.

Even a fourth-level wizard can't just go wherever he wants after participating in the war.

You still need to obey the arrangements.

Of course, fourth-level wizards do have certain privileges, otherwise Gard would not be placed next door.

"For everyone, it's not hard work." Gard shook his head, "We are the last fire in Nuolan Continent, and we shoulder the mission of burning."

He glanced at Bost, paused and then said: "Compared to my side, your place is the most critical. The final strength of the entire Nuolan Continent is basically concentrated here... Thank you for your hard work."

"For Nuolan, for everyone..." Bost also shook his head, "I will try my best to let everyone survive."

"Yeah." Garde nodded, "Then I'll go back first."

He got up and walked towards the door.

But the communication crystal in the center of the igloo in front of him suddenly flickered with light.

Bost took a step forward, put his hand on the crystal, looked at Gard after a moment and said:

"It's an order to summon the commanders of all defense lines."

"Commander...then I have to go too?"

"I'm afraid yes, he is the commander of all defense lines. The time is an hour later, and the location is about fifty kilometers away from here on the south side." Bost said.

Garder frowned slightly.

…

after an hour.

The fine snow has stopped, and the night sky reveals the bright stars.

In an ice valley.

Under the guise of a hidden witch formation, dozens of fourth-level wizards gathered here.

The leader is a middle-aged wizard with blue hair, Renteria, who is the nominal commander-in-chief of the entire Far North front.

"It has been a week since the golden wall took shape, the gods fled, and they were left alive in the far north."

"During this period, we successfully established a complete defense line and surrounded the remnants of the gods. We are ready to wait for work, and when the time is right, we will catch them all in one fell swoop!"

"But now, the situation has changed again."

Renteria glanced at the wizard in front of him and said in a deep voice:

"Just half a day ago, the Supreme Councilor conveyed an order to me.

The content is to order us to eliminate the remnants of the gods in the entire Far North as soon as possible at all costs."

"This is why I have summoned you here this time."

After finishing speaking, the expressions of the fourth-level wizards present became more serious.

'Is the general offensive about to begin...'

Bost and Garde looked at each other, with both worry and expectation in their eyes.

The worry is that injuries and deaths are inevitable in battle, and there are only about 600 wizards of the second level and above on the Nolan.

If one of these people dies, then there will be one less survivor in Nuolan Continent forever.

What they are looking forward to is that after this battle, they should have a place to recuperate...

"We will discuss the specific time of the general offensive later. Now let's discuss the areas and tasks that we will be responsible for at that time."

Renteria continued, with a calm tone and no expression on his face.

But this is indeed the most important part of this meeting.

After a pause, Renteria emphasized: "Depending on the area and mission you are responsible for, the number of combat achievements you can obtain will also be different.

The more dangerous the area and the more difficult the mission, the higher the combat merit you can obtain."

"Do you understand?"

The wizards nodded, but no one knew what they were thinking about.

Renteria touched the crystal in front of her.

Swish——

A huge projection appeared behind him.

"These are specifically divided areas and tasks. Please make your own choices."

"There is insufficient information at the moment. We only know that the remnants of the gods are trapped deep in the Far North, but the specific location of the large army is not yet certain."

"My men and I will continue to be in charge of the area in front of the original defense line." In the corner, a wizard in black robes said first.

Although the specific location where the god is entrenched is still uncertain, the defense line that the wizard was originally responsible for is extremely remote, and there is a high probability that he will not encounter a large army of followers of the god.

Therefore, there are currently very few battle achievements marked in that area.

If you are extremely unlucky and run into a large army of remnants of the gods, you will gain even more merit in battle.

However, the black-robed wizard in front of him was obviously more willing to receive less military exploits.

After all, although your military exploits are good, they still have to be used for your life.

Now that the remnants of the gods are trapped in the far north, with no way out, it is the most dangerous time...

After the black-robed wizard spoke, the remaining wizards spoke one after another, and most of them chose their original line of defense.

Bost and Garde did not make a decision right away. Most of their understanding of the Far North was established in just half a day, which was obviously not enough compared to other wizards.

So you should be more careful when choosing.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! However, after they studied it carefully for a moment, they were shocked to find that the front of the defense line they were currently responsible for was an area marked as a high-risk area!

At this time, basically all other wizards have chosen their respective areas of responsibility.

Most of them are in front of the defense line that I am currently responsible for.

The two Bosts finally understood.

Everything turned out to have been arranged long ago!

'No wonder the defense line I am responsible for has so many witchcraft traps... It turns out that it is a high-risk area that is often harassed by gods!'

Galder murmured in his heart that he already knew this when he was assigned there, but now that he thought about it, he realized that it had a deeper meaning...

He glanced at the other wizards in the room who had normal expressions, and clenched his fists slightly.

Bost glanced at him, looked at the map projection, and finally said calmly:

"Garde and I also chose the original line of defense."

There was no big reaction from the wizards present. Renteria glanced at them and continued the meeting.

"Next, we will discuss the details of the mission and cooperation at that time..."

The two Bosts stood in silence.

They don't have much choice...

…

On the other side, Colin was already deep behind the battle line and was not far from Gubei Village.

It's snowing here, and feathery snowflakes are falling continuously. The world is covered with a hazy filter, making it difficult to see clearly.
To be continued...