Three thousand black-armored soldiers drove quickly through the snowy mountains and gradually entered the snowy area.
In fact, the Frozen Imperial City is also part of the Snow Territory, but it can be regarded as a buffer point between the Snow Territory and the plains.
In the study room of the Frozen Imperial City, Yuan Chunhui's face turned pale, and the crystal clear jade cup in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.
The fragments were reflected on his face, as if it had been divided into countless pieces, which was extremely hideous and terrifying.
"Dead, all dead."
He murmured to himself, his eyes full of fear.
The Frozen Swordsmen were one of his strongest teams.
Their destruction at this time was equivalent to cutting off one of his arms.
"Sword Demon, who is it?"
Sooner or later, Sword Demon, I will cut you into pieces."
The white snow is flying, and the snowy area is colder than the Frozen Imperial City.
Even ordinary warriors need winter clothes to resist the cold.
Three thousand black-armored soldiers walked slowly in the snowy field, cold air constantly coming out of their mouths, each of them hunched their necks and bent their bodies as downward as possible.
The situation of Zhao Yufan and others is better.
They have good cultivation and can withstand the cold better.
Bad weather is a long-term difficulty that people in the snowy areas have to face.
Because there are not many jungles and mud and rocks in the snowy areas, it is very difficult to build houses.
Many people live in snow caves or ice caves.
Looking at the vast white world, Zhao Yufan frowned and thought deeply.
The snowy region has its unique advantages.
If it can be used well, it may be able to help the people here.
There are very few cities in the Snowy Land, and most of them are scattered tribes.
Along the way, Zhao Yufan and the others passed four cities and dozens of large and small tribes.
The smallest tribe only had a dozen people, while the largest tribe had tens of thousands of people.
At this time, they came to the most prosperous city of Hanxue Divine City in the Snow Region.
Hanxue Divine City was established thousands of years ago, and the city exudes simplicity and majesty.
Because this place is the most prosperous, countless tribes of various sizes gather around it.
When Zhao Yufan and the others were still more than ten miles away from the city, Chu Ming led his troops to greet them.
Chu Ming walked up to the crowd, looked startled, and then smiled, "Thank you for your hard work, let's talk while walking."
On the way, Chu Ming couldn't help but ask: "Where is Zhao Yufan?"
Zhao Yufan, who transformed into a sword demon, smiled "hehe" and said indifferently: "He had something to do and couldn't come, so he asked me to come."
"Let you."
Chu Ming carefully looked at the masked man in front of him, shook his head, and said with a bitter smile: "This guy" The children chatted for a while and then stepped into this ancient city.
In the Chu God's Mansion, Zhao Yufan and others were personally received by God King Hanxue.
"Your Majesty, I heard that there was a plague in the snowy area.
I was entrusted by my friend Zhao Yufan to bring some medicinal materials and items."
Zhao Yufan said, took out a storage ring and handed it to the servant beside him.
Han Bingyue and others also took out a cup of rings and handed them to the servants beside them.
After taking a look at the rings of Zhao Yufan and others, King Hanxue looked calm, but his heart was shocked.
The storage rings of the other people were fine, but how come there were so many medicinal materials and...
The items are really unimaginable.
Where did Zhao Yufan get these things?
Although he himself did not come, it can be seen from the materials in the ring that the relationship between him and Chu Ming is very good.
"Thank you for your help."
God King Hanxue glanced at everyone gratefully and ordered: "Tomorrow, you accompany them around and I will distribute the supplies."
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King Hanxue left, and the atmosphere in the living room suddenly became much more relaxed.
Chu Ming glanced at Dao Mo, then nodded to a few people, "Guys, I will arrange a room for you."
After arranging the room, Chu Ming and the others sat together and looked at each other, somewhat speechless.
They are all friends of Zhao Yufan, but they do not know each other.
Zhao Yufan, who transformed into a sword demon, did not reveal his true identity at this time.
An awkward atmosphere spread in the room.
Chu Ming suddenly stood up and said, "You guys rest, I'm leaving first."
Seeing that Chu Ming was about to walk out, Zhao Yufan said in a normal voice: "Don't go, we are chatting for a while."
Hearing this, Chu Ming looked dull and carefully looked at the sword demon in front of him.
After a while, he suddenly realized that it turned out that the sword demon was Zhao Yufan.
Since he didn't want to meet with his true identity, there was no need to reveal it.
"Well, let's talk for a while."
Zhao Yufan touched the mask and said in a hoarse voice: "I am also an alchemist.
Let's go see the patients outside.
Maybe we can find a way to cure the plague."
Hearing Zhao Yufan personally admit that he is an alchemist, several others felt as if they could not calm down.
Although they knew that Zhao Yufan was an alchemist, this guy had never admitted it.
At this time, hearing him admit it personally, the mood was very complicated and a bit...
Sad and a little envious.
As the group of people were on their way, Mo Qi kept staring at Zhao Yufan, and finally couldn't help but ask: "That sword demon, what level of alchemist are you?"
Hearing this, everyone looked at Zhao Yufan curiously.
This is a question they still wonder about.
Zhao Yufan himself was also very confused, because he usually did not perform alchemy in front of others, and he had not been recognized by anyone.
As for what level of alchemist he was, he did not know.
After thinking about it, he asked doubtfully: "I said Is it a certain product?"
"What do you mean you say it's a certain level?
Don't you have an alchemist medal?"
Lin Yu frowned and asked angrily.
The Alchemist Medal is a medal awarded by the Imperial Alchemist Alliance, which represents the honor and alchemist level.
However, Zhao Yufan has never been to the Alchemist Alliance, so naturally he will not have a medal.
Seeing his silence, everyone shook their heads speechlessly and continued walking forward.
At this time, everyone stopped in a dilapidated military camp.
The military camp was heavily guarded outside, but it was extremely lax inside.
From time to time, people could be seen passing through.
"This military camp is specially used to house patients infected with the plague.
There are twelve military camps like this, with a total of more than 100,000 patients."
Chu Ming introduced simply.
Everyone put on black masks to prevent infection and cautiously stepped into the military camp.
The tents in the military camp are like graves that have not been cleaned, giving people a sense of desolation.
The patients coming in and out are wearing thin clothes and walking on the road like drunken drunkards, swaying left and right, sometimes even Some people will fall to the ground directly.
Some people were leaning in front of the tent with their necks curled up, some were kneeling on the ground crying for their dead relatives, some were carrying away the cold bodies, and some were squatting on the ground dully.
Their eyes were full of despair, and they knew very well that they were going to die.
Seeing this group of people, Zhao Yufan and others felt very uncomfortable.
As for rescuing people, Han Bingyue and the others were powerless and could only pin their hopes on Zhao Yufan, hoping that he could find a way to help these poor patients.
Chu Ming frowned and looked at Zhao Yufan and asked, "Is there any way?"
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Zhao Yufan simply replied: "If I come forward, I will find a way
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