Mountain area.

The thick white snow and the hanging ice ridges wrapped around the silvery dressed here, making it look white and dazzling.

A group of barbarians lined up in a long dragon, one foot deep in the snow, one foot shallow and one foot slowly, panting.

They were lost. Since the arrival of the sky fire, all the barbarians rushed into the mountains like headless flies, running all over the mountains and fields, and all the supplies, war beasts, and spoils were gone.

All there is is a deep fear.

The dangers in this world were beyond their imagination. Those alien races were even more powerful as nightmare. Before they met, they encountered the terrifying sky fire.

"Uncle Bamore, can we go back?" A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy who was behind said in a low voice with a look of anxiety, gasping for breath.

"Don't be afraid of Tipferro, we will definitely be able to go back. The great and kind God of Winter will guide us in the direction of progress. He will not let us die." A barbarian next to him comforted.

Zello's eyes lit up, and his heart was cheered up: "Yes, the great Lord can do everything, He will save us."

However, after walking for a few hours, their group of people did not find the space channel when they came. Instead, they became more and more unfamiliar with the sun gradually setting westward, and hunger and cold torture this barbarian team.

Everyone had to find a cave as a temporary place to settle down.

"Everyone goes out to find food, or we will all starve to death and freeze to death." A priest said, with a gloomy face.

As believers of the God of Winter, although they are naturally resistant to cold, their ability to resist cold is limited. If there is no sufficient food to supplement at night, waiting for them will be frozen corpses.

The crowd was noisy and there was a lot of discussion.

Tibero didn't speak, but his heart was heavy.

They saw almost no prey along the way. Unlike their world, prey can be seen everywhere, and even in winter, they can easily find prey. Even for an experienced and good at observing hunter, winter is easier.

Because many prey are already hibernating, as long as you find a cave, you can easily hunt it.

Not only is there a pitiful few prey here, but it is also a strange and unknown world, with different life habits of prey.

But you still have to look for what you should look for, otherwise you can only wait for death.

After a simple discussion, Xiao Ferro, Bamor and another old barbarian named Lota formed a team and began to look for prey. Fortunately, they were lucky. Before the night was completely dark, they encountered an unknown beast and hunted it very smoothly.

"I finally caught one, let's take it back." Xiao Feiro said excitedly.

Bamore shook his head and sighed: "The prey is too small, and it's enough for us to eat. When we bring it back to the cave, we probably won't have any share."

The older ones, the weaker ones, have a low status in the team. When there is not enough food, how can they get food? Even if the prey is hunted by them, the same is true.

"Yes, everyone must keep it secret." Old Lota said with a deep understanding.

Tearo didn't speak anymore, and he felt it made sense.

Everyone checked carefully, hid under a big rock, and shared the prey and ate it cleanly, even the bones, hairs and internal organs.

"The beasts here are so tender and their bones are so crisp." Xiao Feiro chewed the last calf bone into his belly, still feeling unsatisfied.

"Maybe it's because it's very light here." Bamor said, then looked at Toutero: "Wipe the blood on the corner of your mouth quickly, don't be discovered by others. We will go around later, and maybe we can find prey."

Unfortunately, their luck was completely exhausted next.

The few people turned around for more than an hour and did not harvest any prey.

The moon's light looks particularly bright under the reflection of the snow.

The three of them went deep and shallow. When they returned to the cave, they found that many people had returned. They sighed and the atmosphere was depressing. The three of them looked at each other without saying a word, and silently found the corner to sit down.

The priest knelt on the ground, his mouth quietly opened and closed, as if he was praying silently.

As time went by, people returned one after another, but no one brought food at all. I don’t know if they had finished eating outside or found it.

The night became darker and deeper, and the cold wind blew across the valley, making waves of howling ghosts and wolves.

The priest stopped praying, summoned more than a dozen powerful warriors, whispered on the side, occasionally glanced over here, which made Xiao Feiro feel uneasy, as if something bad happened.

At this time, the sound of teeth fighting came from beside him. When he turned around, he was surprised to find that Lao Lota was pale and his whole body was trembling.

Are you sick? You were obviously fine just now.

While he was wondering, Bamor suddenly whispered: "Xiaofero, come here quickly!"

"Oh!" Although Xiaofero didn't know why, he still approached Uncle Bamor. Uncle Bamor was a good man and would not harm him.

Just as Xiao Feiro sat down, he was surprised to see the soldiers standing up, looking at everyone with the eyes of selecting prey, and then walking towards their respective targets.

Everyone who is selected has a characteristic, which is the barbarians who have begun to grow old, one of them is Lao Luota.

"No, you can't do this!"

"I still have the use of it, I still have the strength, and I can still fight for the Lord."

"For the survival of the remaining tribesmen, please give your flesh. The Lord will remember your contributions and your souls will ascend to heaven." The priest said loudly, his voice in the cold night, which seemed a little hollow.

Lao Lota seemed to be about to escape, but as soon as he got up, he was nailed to the rock wall with a spear tightly, and his chest was penetrated.

The blood splattered with Tipporo's face was covered with blood. He suppressed his fear and did not dare to say a word.

He looked at Uncle Bamore, but found a deep worry and uneasiness on his face.

Only then did he realize that Uncle Bamore had also begun to grow old, and maybe it was his turn next time.

The "sacrifice" of the tribes made the remaining barbarians have a full meal, and Xiao Feiluo also ate a lot. It is very common for the tribe to feed on the tribes. The only difference is that the corpses of the dead tribes were eaten before, but this time it was killed alive.

...

At the foot of the mountain, there are many military camps surrounding the distant mountainous areas.

Under the night, Chen Shouyi, accompanied by several officers, inspected the situation in the distance. After looking for a long time, he withdrew his gaze and asked, "How many soldiers are there now?"

"About 580,000, but more troops are being mobilized." An officer said quickly.

"Too many." Chen Shouyi shook his head and said.

"ah!"

"It's cold and cold, let them retreat, it won't be used at all," said Chen Shouyi.

Several officers were stunned and looked at each other.
Chapter completed!