Zhou Qingfeng led the team into the city lord's palace without being blocked, and lit the flames all the way. Correspondingly, the cold current in the sky became more and more fierce, the ice particles in the strong wind became larger and larger, and the flames whirred in the wind.
An ordinary bonfire would have been blown out long ago, but wood tar is oil after all. It is a brown-black viscous liquid that is flammable, highly volatile, and has a high calorific value. It is difficult to extinguish once it is ignited.
The longer it blows, the harder the cold wind blows. This wind is like Oluel's anger, getting higher and higher.
Entering the City Lord's Mansion, the Winter Hall is in front of the temple.
Behind the tall pillars, the hall door is closed.
Looking up under the firelight, I saw that the entire building had completely turned into a crystal sculpture of ice. It was hard to imagine how Old Arad and the others were not completely frozen to death inside.
When they got closer to fifty meters, powerful arrows were shot from the arrow tower on the top of the temple, and they were wrapped in the cold wind and came quickly.
'Swift Shadow' is surrounded by negative energy, which actually gets a bonus in the frozen environment. It sprays light blue cold flames from its nostrils, and an ice shield appears out of thin air, blocking the incoming arrows.
But the arrows came one after another, and when they came again, they ignored the ice shield and penetrated directly. 'Swift Shadow' had to retreat to avoid it, and Todd, who was wearing heavy armor, swung his ax up and chopped the ice arrows into pieces.
Xili and Zhou Qingfeng rode together, shooting psychic arrows on horseback that ignored the trend.
The shapeless arrow accurately hit the arrow tower on the top of the temple and penetrated through the narrow shooting hole. The condition of the shooter in the arrow tower was unknown, but this firepower point was considered mute.
The elf girl also casually taunted 'Shiying', "Dead horse, you are playing with ice in the realm of the Frost Goddess. Are you kidding me?"
'Shiying' cursed angrily, "I used to play with fire, but I just fused it with a 'Nightmare' skeleton and changed its attributes."
Zhou Qingfeng stared indifferently at the extremely cold Winter Hall, snapped his fingers, summoned Arcee, and pointed at the wooden box brought by the orc guards.
These wooden boxes were brought by the infantry regiment's carriage, and there were dozens of boxes and thousands of bottles.
"Go burn that damn ice house."
After the order was given, a thunderbolt sounded in the sky and struck directly on the towering spire of the temple. The blue current continued to branch out and spread, and an electrostatic field appeared in the air, making people's hair stand on end and their skin numb.
It is as if one can hear crazy and twisted scoldings in the surging cold wave. This is the anger of the Frost Goddess!
A biting cold wind blows from the direction of the temple. The wind is mixed with harsh screams, and invisible figures are running at high speed, spreading panic and curses, freezing the heart and lungs and stagnating the mind.
Arcee raised her alloy heavy shield, grabbed a large box of 'Molotov cocktails' with one hand, and accelerated forward despite the cold wind. As she stepped forward, the prayers from the direction of the temple suddenly became louder, and a tornado mixed with hail swept over
Come.
The tornado was so powerful that it uprooted several frozen trees outside the temple. Fist-sized hailstones hit back and forth inside the tornado, easily shattering tree trunks that could be hugged by a person.
In the Winter Hall, Old Arad knelt in front of the statue of Orul. The Frost Girl's eyes had come to life. She stood on the altar and glared at the kneeling believers, and she opened her mouth to scream silently.
Oluel's wrath in the Kingdom of God has descended on the main material world.
Whenever Oluel's eyes moved, several of the believers who knelt down with Old Arad would be turned into ice sculptures and then cracked.
The souls of the frozen believers let out a cry of despair, which was then turned into a ruthless and biting cold wind, blowing out of the window of the hall.
Old Arad's eyebrows and beard were all covered with ice particles, and he was shivering.
In the North, Oluel's divine power has a natural bonus, and humans fear her out of fear of the cold. However, the price of believing in her is often freezing to death.
The more believers who freeze to death in the hall, the stronger the hail tornado outside the hall will be.
Arcee could only move forward seven or eight steps when the shield in her hand heard a ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong explosion sound, which was the impact of hundreds of hailstones in the tornado and cold wind.
If it were an ordinary wooden shield, it would break into pieces after a few hits. Even a steel shield made by dwarves would become dented and deformed in a short time.
But the alloy shield in Arcee's hand would not.
Trucks in the real world are often overloaded by hundreds of tons and run for thousands of kilometers, and the thin spring plates of the chassis are constantly subjected to repeated impacts several times the vehicle weight.
The alloy steel produced by the advanced smelting industry has incredible strength and even has magical damage reduction effects.
Tornado hail is nothing, it can't be penetrated at all.
The hunting tornado's attack only slowed down Arcee's pace, but was unable to break her shield. When she realized that she might be swept up by the airflow, iron nails popped out from under her feet.
Mo Ji stepped heavily on every step, firmly fixing herself on the frozen ground.
Adrian was deeply afraid of this strong tornado, and he was even more surprised that Arcee could move forward step by step in the cold current. He secretly thought that if he was caught by a tornado, he would turn into a ball and scatter in the blink of an eye.
Bloody.
Arcee trudged, her pace getting slower and slower.
Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand gently.
Todd slammed his heavy ax into the ground, and the barbarian helmet he was wearing exploded with morale, urging all the orc warriors in the guard to take out two tin pipes from their pockets.
The ultra-concentrated stamina potion and strength potion were poured into his mouth, Todd raised his head and shouted, the spicy taste entered his body, the chill was gone, and his whole body felt like fire.
The cavalry team surrounding the city lord's palace also followed suit.
"Follow me." Todd raised his axe. The orc warriors and cavalry each grabbed a Molotov cocktail and divided into groups to approach the Winter Hall.
The statue of Oulul made a piercing scream in the hall, and the kneeling believers were already covered in frost. Many people could no longer hold on, curled up and fell to the ground, and died on the spot.
Another huge hail tornado appeared outside the frozen temple building, creating a wall of wind with the sound of high-speed rotating wind, blocking the advance of Zhou Qingfeng's men.
The soldiers were hit by the strong cold wind and could not keep their eyes open. They could only retreat after advancing a few meters, and then threw all the Molotov cocktails in their hands.
The clay bottles filled with wood tar were caught in the whirlwind and shattered under the collision of hailstones. The wood tar spread out and mixed into the wind. After a few more throws, hundreds of Molotov cocktails were swallowed up.
Zhou Qingfeng let out a sneer at this, and 'Jiying' followed his will and suddenly accelerated forward. The 'Bie Xie' heavy sword was in his hand, and he drew out a half-meter-long sword light.
The man and the horse are one, and the speed is like a phantom.
A handful of magic gems were grabbed by the 'wizard's hand' and crushed out of thin air.
There were immediately more than a dozen 'flame rays' on the path of the skeletal war horse's impact, all of which were aimed at the tornado wall blocking the front.
The hailstones in the tornado have grown from the size of a fist to the size of a human head.
Every impact made a loud noise, even knocking Arcee, who had 18 points of strength, to the point where she could not move. The spiked boots under Mo Ji's feet slipped, leaving several broken nail marks on the ground.
More than a dozen 'flame rays' were swift and fast. After bombarding the hail tornado, they slightly weakened its power and even ignited the wood tar mixed in the tornado.
The flames ignited and quickly spread to the entire tornado.
Arcee squeaked at this and took half a step forward.
But the tornado was stronger, and Oluel's scream could be clearly heard in the temple. She tried to strengthen the wind to suppress the flames.
The flames in the tornado seemed to be blown out. It was difficult for Mo Ji to move forward again.
A handful of gems was not enough, so the "Wizard's Hand" made of spiritual power grabbed four or five handfuls in a row.
Zhou Qingfeng rode his horse in a circle around the Frost Temple, like shooting dozens of powerful lasers, dazzling and blazing. There were dozens of fire points in the tornado, and the spread was finally unstoppable.
Suddenly there was a bright light in the dark night, and the whirlwind rising into the sky was ignited.
The temple of the city lord's palace seemed to turn into a huge torch connecting the sky and the earth, lighting up the entire city. This spectacle could be seen from several kilometers around.
The stronger the wind, the stronger the fire.
The cavalry and orcs surrounding the temple continued to throw Molotov cocktails into the wind wall until dozens of boxes were exhausted.
No matter how much Oluer exerts her divine power, she cannot stop the violent heat from spewing out from the cold wind she created. The originally cold city seemed to turn into an oven in an instant, and the temperature rose sharply.
God cannot win this competition.
Powell and Johnson, who were hiding in the illusion cabin, couldn't help sneaking out and stared at the brilliant light in the night sky in a daze.
This huge whirlwind is comparable to a ninth-level arcane spell, and coupled with the sky-high flames, it is really beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
What on earth is Victor Hugo doing? Is he already so strong?
The owl landed on Johnson's head and cooed: "Look, the Frost Girl's skirt is on fire. This is really rare!"