If it was a small-scale attack, Dark Magma was obviously better than Imperial Thousand Swords.
However, Dark Lava's range wasn't large. It could only attack within a 30-meter radius. Beyond that, the density of the attacks would decrease.
Royal Thousand Swords was much better in range, but it was much weaker in control than Dark Lava.
Dark Lava was produced by Chen Zhao's King of Wrath bloodline. It was as natural as Chen Zhao's hands and feet.
But Royal Thousand Swords was more like a craft. It needed to be practiced.
Right now, Royal Thousand Swords couldn't compare to Dark Lava.
At least, Chen Zhao couldn't control it as he wished.
What Chen Zhao needed to practice now was to split the thousand swords into two waves.
Practicing Royal Thousand Swords was difficult and complicated.
However, Chen Zhao could feel that Royal Thousand Swords' functionality was even better than his other abilities and spells.
However, splitting the thousand swords into two waves of swords seemed to be easier than he had imagined.
Chen Zhao only needed to practice a hundred times to do it. It was also easier to control.
Chen Zhao started to split them into four waves. This was much more difficult than two.
The difficulty suddenly increased by more than ten times. It was difficult for Chen Zhao to even separate the four sword waves, let alone control them.
It was very difficult. It might have something to do with human habits.
He was used to using both arms, so it was easy for him to split the two waves of swords.
But he couldn't grasp the point of the four waves.
Chen Zhao still used the old method, which was the stupidest method.
He had to practice tirelessly, correct, and try again and again.
Humans had muscle memory, but they also had magic memory.
There was no such thing as never being able to learn.
As long as it was within his abilities and he practiced enough, he would eventually learn.
Chen Zhao practiced almost ten thousand times. Now, he could barely split them into four waves, but he still couldn't attack.
When Chen Zhao came out of the River Map, it was already late at night. Fali was already asleep.
Chen Zhao sat in the middle of Mirror Lake and meditated.
This was when Cerberus and Little Nine were the most active.
But Little Nine was already very big now.
Its growth was completely unlimited. Its body was over 30 meters long, and each head was 80 centimeters in diameter. Its waist was even over two meters in diameter.
Its appetite was even greater. Every time it ate, it would eat nine cows.
However, every time it ate, it would not eat or drink for several days.
In terms of diet, they were similar to ordinary snakes. They ate a lot of food at once and needed time to digest it.
Every time it was digested, it would grow a lot bigger.
Luckily, Little Nine was not a picky eater, and would not insist on some expensive beef.
In order to provide food for Little Nine, Chen Zhao raised a hundred cows on a plain not far from Mirror Lake.
Of course, they were all left to fend for themselves. There was no one to take care of them.
But these hundreds of cows, it was estimated that in less than two months, they would be almost completely eaten by Little Nine.
Chen Zhao thought about raising more cows.
Based on Little Nine's growth rate, Chen Zhao had no doubt that Little Nine's appetite would triple in a year.
…
"Everyone, get ready. There will be a terrifying snowstorm tonight." Mansari looked at the howling snowstorm with a hint of worry in her eyes.
Mansari looked at Li Mu and Vestana. Both of them were a little uneasy.
They all felt that the situation was not good.
They did not know if it was the old werewolf's warning.
Not just them, but all the soldiers felt like they were facing a great enemy.
"Do you two know how to use machine guns?" Mansari asked.
"All I have to do is pull the trigger, right?" Vestana asked.
"Forget it." Mansari shook her head.
Using a gun was not as simple as pulling the trigger.
If they thought that they only needed to pull the trigger, they would only hurt themselves and their companions.
Just then, a soldier ran in from outside.
"Sir, there are more than ten people outside."
"More than ten people? Are they the bastards' companions again? "
"They did not say who they are, but they said they are willing to help us fight against those … werewolves."
Frowning, Mansari strode outside.
When he walked outside, he saw more than ten men and women.
This alarmed him, because werewolves looked almost the same as humans before they changed.
He could not help but suspect that these people were actually werewolves.
"Who are you people?"
An old man stood out from the group. He held a wooden cane in his hand, and his beard almost reached his abdomen. He looked like the sage from Lord of the Rings.
"We are the enemies of the Belvos," the old man said.
"Why should I believe you?" Mansari looked at them cautiously. "How do I know that you are not those bastards?"
"We do not need to prove anything," the old man said. "You just need to see what we can do."
"Then what can you do?"
The old man tapped the ground with his cane, and the snow around him suddenly rolled.
All the soldiers and Mansari became alert as they looked at the strange scene.
Then, an ice wall rose from the ground. The ice wall slowly rose, and the ice wall was covered with spikes.
Everyone was dumbfounded, and their faces were filled with astonishment.
"What is going on?!" Mansari's expression became serious. "How did you do it?"
"Since you have seen werewolves before, are you surprised to see magic again?" The old man looked at Mansari.
Mansari's eyes were like lightning as he examined the dozen people behind the old man.
"They are like you?"
"Yes, we have been enemies with the Belvos for generations. The meaning of our existence is to eradicate the Belvos."
For some reason, he felt that these people were not as noble as they said.
They had their own goals!
"Can your magic stop the blizzard?" Mansari asked.
To the soldiers in the base, the biggest enemy was not the werewolves, but the blizzard.
The snowstorm affected them too much.
Every time, the werewolves would attack during the blizzard.
"No, we do not have enough power to stop the blizzard."
"You can stay, but you cannot enter the base."
"Are you going to let us stand in the cold all day?" The old man looked at Mansari.
"Can't you use magic to build ice walls? You can build your own ice castle. Also … you are not cold, right?"
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