The outskirts of the Ston Snow Region still had a frigid climate and plains terrain.
Even Underground City adventurers with physiques far beyond ordinary people rarely came to this region.
The reasons were the presence of exceptionally powerful dangerous creatures in the area, as well as the excessively harsh combat environment.
Unless they were ascetics seeking to temper their bodies, most people would not wander around the Cold Wind Plains.
Yet in this place that was usually utterly deserted, a disciplined army was now advancing through the biting cold wind.
Their numbers were not great, numbering only around a hundred thousand.
At their head was a youth wearing a tiger helmet and wielding the Yu King Spear.
He was Li Cunxiao.
"Are we ten kilometers from the orc camp?"
Li Cunxiao suddenly spoke, his eyes as deep as pools of water.
Gao Siji took out a map and checked it before saying, "Once we reach the hill ahead, it will be exactly ten kilometers."
He put away the map and hesitated. "General, are we really going to strike directly at the orc camp?"
"I heard that Monster World has thirteen races and eight classes. Its potential for war is unfathomable."
"Although the Third Group Army has already engaged them, and the orcs are fighting desperately with all their forces deployed..."
"The camps of the other races are still unknown."
"If we act rashly... might it affect Lord Wei's arrangements?"
Li Cunxiao said coldly, "Whether or not the orc camp has reinforcements from other races, this operation will not affect the Frontline."
"But if we successfully destroy the orc camp, the orcs will completely lose the means to confront us head-on."
"No matter how great the risk, we must give it a try."
"Even if the entire army is wiped out,