Mountain area.

The thick white snow and the hanging ice edges make the dress here white and dazzling.

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

They were lost, and since the fire of heaven came, all the barbarians have rushed into the mountains like headless flies, and they have run all over the mountains, and all the baggage, and the beasts of war, and the booty have all gone.

There is only a deep fear.

The danger of this world is beyond their imagination, and those alien races are even more nightmarish and powerful, and before they can meet them, they encounter terrible heavenly fires.

"Uncle Bamore, can we go back?" said a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy who was left behind in a small whisper with an uneasy face, gasping for air.

"Don't be afraid, little Philo, we will definitely be able to go back, the great and merciful Winter God will guide us in the direction of progress, and He will not let us die. A barbarian next to him, who was already a little old, comforted.

Little Philo's eyes lit up, and his heart rose: "Yes, the great Lord is omnipotent, and He will save us." ”

However, after walking for several hours, the group of them did not find the spatial passage they came, but walked more and more unfamiliarly, the sun gradually set in the west, and hunger and cold tormented this barbarian team.

The crowd had to find a cave as a temporary place to stay.

"Everybody go out and find food, or we'll all starve to death." A priest said, his face gloomy.

As believers in the god of winter, although they are born hardy, their ability to resist cold is also limited, and if there is not enough food to replenish at night, they will be a frozen corpse.

The crowd was noisy and talking.

Little Philo didn't speak, only his heart was heavy.

They barely saw any prey along the way, unlike their world, where prey was everywhere, and it was easy to find prey even in winter, even for an experienced and observant hunter.

Because many prey animals have hibernated, as long as they find a cave, they can be easily hunted.

And here is not only a pitiful lack of prey, but also a strange and unknown world, and the living habits of the prey are different.

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

After a brief discussion, Fero and Bamore, along with another old barbarian named Lotta, teamed up and began to search for prey, but luckily they encountered an unknown beast before the night was completely dark, and they were able to hunt it down without incident.

"Finally got one, let's take it back. Little Philo said excitedly.

Bamore shook his head and sighed: "The prey is too small, it is enough for a few of us to eat, and when we bring it back to the cave, it is estimated that we will not have a share." ”

A few of them, old and weak, have a low status in the ranks, and when there is not enough food, where can they get food, even if the prey is hunted by them.

"Yes, everyone has to keep it a secret. Old Lota on the side understood and said.

Little Philo didn't speak again, and he felt that it made sense.

The people carefully examined it, hid under a big rock, and ate the prey separately, even the bones and hair, including the internal organs, and ate them cleanly.

"The beasts here are so tender, and the bones are so brittle. Little Firo chewed the last calf bone and swallowed it into his belly, and he couldn't finish it.

"Maybe it's because it's light. Bamore said, and then looked at little Philo: "Wipe the blood from the corner of your mouth, don't be discovered by others, and then we will go around later, and maybe we can find prey." ”

Unfortunately, their luck was completely exhausted.

The few people spun around for more than an hour, and they didn't catch any more prey.

The light of the moon is exceptionally bright in the reflection of the snow.

The three of them returned to the cave with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and found that many people had returned, sighing and sighing, the atmosphere was depressing, the three of them looked at each other, did not make a sound, and silently found a corner to sit down.

The priest knelt on the ground, his mouth silently open and closed, as if praying silently.

As time passed, people returned, but no one brought food at all, and it was not known whether they had finished eating outside or had not been found.

The night grew darker, and the cold wind blew through the valley, sending out a howl of ghosts and wolves.

The priest stopped praying and gathered a dozen powerful warriors, whispering to the side, occasionally sweeping his gaze over this side, making little Philo inexplicably a little uneasy, as if something bad had happened.

At this moment, there was the sound of teeth fighting next to him, and when he turned his head, he was surprised to find that Old Lotta's face was pale and trembling.

Are you sick?

Just as he was confused, Bamore suddenly whispered: "Little Ferro, come to my side!"

"Oh!" little Ferro, though he didn't know why, still approached Uncle Bamore, who was a good man and would not harm him.

As soon as little Ferro sat down, he was surprised to see the warriors stand up, look at the crowd with the eyes of their prey, and then walk towards their respective targets.

Each of the people who was selected had a characteristic, that is, barbarians who had begun to grow old, and one of them was Old Lotta.

"No, you can't do that!"

"I'm still useful, I'm still strong, I'm still fighting for the Lord. ”

"For the survival of the remaining people, please give your flesh, and the Lord will remember your contribution, and your souls will ascend to heaven. The priest reassured in a loud voice, his voice hollow in the cold night.

Old Lotta seemed to be about to flee, but before she could get up, she was nailed to the rock wall by a spear, and her chest cavity was pierced.

Little Philo, whose face was covered with blood, was full of blood, and he held back his fear and didn't dare to say a word.

He looked at Uncle Bamore, only to find that he had a deep worry and uneasiness on his face.

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

The "sacrifice" of the clansmen made the remaining barbarians feast, and Xiao Feiluo also ate a lot, eating the clansmen is very common in the tribe, the only difference is that the corpses of the dead clansmen were eaten before, but this time they were killed alive.

......

At the foot of the mountain, a patch of military camps surrounded the mountains in the distance.

In the night, Chen Shouyi, accompanied by several officers, inspected the situation in the distance, he looked at it for a long time and retracted his gaze, and asked aloud: "How many soldiers are there here now?"

"About 580,000, but many more are being mobilized. An officer hurriedly said.

"It's too much. Chen Shouyi shook his head and said.

"Ahh

"It's cold, let them retreat, they won't need it at all. Chen Shouyi said.

Several officers looked stunned and looked at each other.

"Mr. Chen, I'll call the chief immediately. One of the officers came to his senses and said smartly.