Mammoth Hack's strong attack is undoubtedly a good start to this battle.

The Ice Bear Warriors who came later had not yet collided with the Boar Man, and a round of axe attacks had already been struck first.

Not to be outdone, the kobold spearmen in the back began to throw their spears to kill the boar men.

The two groups of men soon collided completely.

Hill commanded the mammoths and rampage through enemy lines, dividing the battlefield and pulling hatred to create opportunities for others in the rear to attack.

In the case of pouring out of the nest, they have a clear advantage in strength.

The Ice Bear Warriors and Kobold Spearmen played their numerical advantage quite simply.

With more and less, they launched a merciless siege on the wild boar people.

On the other side, the swift wolf warriors led by Li Liancheng cut directly into the flank as soon as they started fighting.

Wandering on the edge of the battlefield, waving the twin knives in their hands, they began their harvesting operation.

The battle on the side of the boar people is completely based on instinct and individual strength.

There is basically not much cooperation between each other.

In comparison, the members of the garrison who have been fighting together in the bitter cold land for nearly a year have shown too tacit understanding.

Even Li Liancheng, who often has quarrels with Gou Shan.

At the moment when the battle began, the two of them cooperated without any problems.

It is no exaggeration to say that in this battle, the front-line garrison troops have already had the upper hand.

Victory is only a matter of time.

And that's exactly what happened.

In the face of such an offensive, after paying a significant price in casualties.

Realizing that they had no chance of winning, the boarmen eventually retreated.

And at the same time, somewhere on the battlefield in the middle of the snow.

A snow-white figure that almost blended in with the surrounding scenery quietly receded.

The fox man, who fled quickly all the way and returned to the camp, reported everything he saw to the elders and patriarchs of the clan.

After listening to the report, the fox patriarch and the fox elders were all shocked.

"The boar man was defeated, how could it be?!"

Even in the depths of the bitter cold, the Boar People are a fairly formidable tribe.

Their defeat undoubtedly made the fox patriarch and the fox elders feel a burst of surprise.

Although these wild boar people were not led by them, after the wild boar people ran to the periphery, their fox people also used some means to lead those wild boar people to the direction of the front-line camp.

The purpose is nothing more than to play with a knife to kill people.

When the time comes, they may be able to take advantage of the war to sneak into each other's camps and steal food.

However, who would have thought that this knife not only did not kill anyone, but was also killed by someone?

For a while, these old foxes also looked at each other for a while.

Then quite tacitly not to mention this matter again.

Apparently intending to continue to hibernate.

They can't fight and fight, they don't have a chance to steal, and they're desperate!

With this in mind, they would sometimes think of Kassin, who had asked to see the Great Chief.

It's been so long, and I don't know where I've been.

Or is it that he has already died in some pile of ice and snow?

And at this moment, in the cold and snowy depths of the bitter cold land, Kasin, wrapped in a thick animal skin, sneezed violently.

The wind and snow directly obscured the road.

So that he couldn't see the road ahead clearly.

"Damn! Where am I now? ”

———— Dividing Line————

At the same time, to the south of the civilization of the Ten Thousand Worlds, in the large forest inhabited by the Wood Elves.

The trees of the entire forest have been clothed in snow-white silver at this moment.

This winter is undoubtedly difficult for the Wood Elves.

After the beginning of winter, just over a month later, a food crisis broke out in the tribe.

This winter is just too cold.

There was also a heavy snowfall.

Crops that were originally more suitable for winter cultivation have not been harvested this year!

And during this time, the hunting team also caught less and less prey.

Even finding prey is a matter of luck.

The lack of food forced Halfin, as the patriarch, to control his daily food consumption.

The original three meals a day, then two meals a day, and now only one meal a day......

Halfin's eyebrows were almost twisted together, and he didn't know what was going to happen next.

At this moment, Halfin couldn't help but think of what William Zhang had said outside the forest a few months ago.

If, he said if!

If at that time they wood elves choose to submit.

So isn't life so hard now?

The scale of the development of the High Elves, they have a good idea in their hearts.

Although I don't want to admit it, I have to accept the fact that the High Elves have developed better than their Wood Elves.

Even much better.

Of course, these thoughts remain in Halfen's mind for now.

His father, the Great Elder Otis.

If you can figure this out, you won't be called stubborn.

The character of their wood elves is indeed stubborn, persistent, and respectful of tradition, well, the last point can also be understood as conservative.

But his father, Odis, was of a particularly stubborn type, even within the entire Wood Elf race......

Sometimes, even he, who is a son, can't stand it a little.

"Patriarch, Lord Calgan is back."

Just when Halfin was complaining about his father in his heart.

A Wood Elf guard walked in.

The guard was followed by a wood elf with a longbow on his back.

Although they wood elves coexist with the forest, the food chain is also an important part of the forest ecology.

So, they also hunt, but they don't kill indiscriminately.

Always be grateful and in awe of the forest and the animals.

"Kalgan, how's it going today?"

Halfen asked the question with some trepidation.

At this moment, Kalgan's expression was not relaxed.

I only heard him open his mouth slightly and report today's harvest.

After hearing this, Halfen's heart sank.

Today's harvest is really not happy.

With a long exhale, Halfen stood up from the table, stretching his muscles as he stretched.

"Calgan, come out for a walk with me."

Faced with the request of the patriarch and friend of Halfin, Kalgan nodded slightly.

They walked a little farther away, probably not wanting the other Wood Elves to hear the rest of the conversation.

After walking some distance, Halfin, who had been silent all the way, finally spoke.

"Kalgan, do you think it's better to go on like this?"

"This is something that you, the patriarch, should worry about."

Kalgan replied calmly.

At this, Halfin smiled helplessly.

"I'm not asking you now as the patriarch, but as a little brother."

To this, Kalgan sighed.

"I don't think it's going to work, the food is getting less and less, today I rode the giant eagle, left this forest, searched around, and didn't find much food, if this continues, I'm afraid many of our clansmen will starve to death this winter."

Hearing this, Halfen nodded, and the expression on his face was a little bitter.

"yes, no......"