Before they reached Xuanyuan Fortress, the wind and snow in the sky suddenly intensified. Fierce north winds swept great clumps of snowflakes straight into their faces...
Knights feared neither cold nor heat. Such wind and snow had virtually no effect on them, much less on Zhang Tie.
Flying through the sky, Zhang Tie looked down at the land gradually shrouded by wind and snow, and at the long Wei River. His heart sank slightly. Weather would not affect knights, but it would greatly affect ordinary ground corps. Especially the Wei River—this winter's first wind and snow foretold that the day of its freezing was not far off.
The distance of less than three hundred kilometers passed in almost no time, faster than flying by plane. Xuanyuan Fortress's massive silhouette had already appeared in the sky ahead.
Amid the wind and snow, Xuanyuan Fortress and the several battle forts around it still stood majestically in the air, coldly confronting the Devil Race army and its airborne battle forts. Across the battlefield spanning over two hundred kilometers, spiraling Battle Qi tornadoes and columns of Battle Qi smoke churned the snowstorm in the sky as the fighting continued without rest...
There were also squads of knights on duty in the skies, patrolling the battlefield and watching the movements of the Devil Race camp like tigers eyeing their prey. Still more knights streamed in and out of Xuanyuan Fortress and the nearby battle forts. If warriors had their camps on the ground, then knights had theirs in the sky.
As they approached Xuanyuan Fortress, Zhang Tie took off his air cavalry major's uniform in midair and swiftly changed into a silkworm-patterned robe. After all, a knight appearing at Xuanyuan Fortress in an air cavalry major's uniform would be far too conspicuous, inviting suspicions that