The journey on the snowy fields was arduous and boring, the snow was windy and it was too difficult to cook on a fire, and if there were no villages to spend the night on, they had to rely on cold dry food to satisfy their hunger. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Trekking long distances in such a hostile environment is a severe test of physical fitness and patience. In the first few days, Roland and the others were still interested in chasing the snow rabbits and grouse, and when they were more and more tired, they were no longer interested in playing those wasted games, and only hoped to reach their destination as soon as possible.

On this day, the wind was particularly strong, and the ice and snow turned into countless whistling tornadoes under the strong wind, roaring and raging on the plateau. When the Highlanders heard the terrible commotion, they froze in fright.

The seasoned Mikhail knew how terrible a blizzard was, and a large living person was swallowed up by a snowspout and was torn to shreds in less than a few seconds.

The natural might of nature was awe-inspiring, and the caravan had to find a sheltered place to camp in advance.

The girls were resting in a tent, and Lyudmila managed to cook a little broth to recuperate the weakened Nikita. Roland went to visit them and told them to be more careful at night. The snow seems to be calm, but in fact, there are not many killers lurking in the shadows, and if a monster such as a "frost bug" is drilled, negligence is equivalent to a death sentence.

Back in his tent, Roland also felt tired, so he simply ate something and fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, and suddenly there was a sharp horn sound in my ears, and Roland immediately woke up from his dream, sat up suddenly, felt his heart pounding, and couldn't figure out his mind for a while.

Calming down, he tried to calm down and listened, and sure enough, outside the tent there was the sound of sirens, the sound of chaotic footsteps and the panicked cries of the people.

It wasn't the first day that Roland had spent the night in the snow, and of course he knew that unless there was a great crisis, the night watchman would never risk causing an avalanche to sound the alarm so desperately.

He subconsciously grabbed his saber and jumped up, spitting out a string of rapid incantations from his mouth, and the surrounding space fluctuated slightly, and countless Mithril parts appeared out of thin air, automatically fitting to him, clanging a string of crisp sounds, combining into a magic breastplate.

Roland hurriedly put on his leather boots and rushed out of the tent, and what appeared before him was a scene of chaos.

The wind and snow had not stopped, the lead-gray clouds covered the moonlight, the bonfire in the camp had been extinguished for some reason, and many figures were running aimlessly in the darkness, and sometimes there was an exclamation or a mournful cry, as if a hundred ghosts were walking at night.

Roland's innate dark vision made him quickly adapt to the chaotic environment, and he saw a row of figures emerging on the hill that blocked the wind and snow in the distance, they looked like human beings, but they were all hunched over very strangely, but even if they stood in this kind of rickety posture, they still looked tall and imposing.

Torches were lit in the camp, which immediately drew the panicked crowd around.

The group of strangers on the hill also noticed the fire, and I don't know who whistled, and immediately countless javelins were thrown down from the hill, and the target was the mercenary with torches.

There was a hair-numbing sound of breaking wind, and the mercenary was poked into a hedgehog by a javelin on the spot, and fell down without a word, and the torch in his hand fell on the snow, and was extinguished after a few rolls.

The crowd around the torches was also swept away by javelins, screams rang out one after another, and the camp was filled with blood and snow stains as it returned to darkness.

"What the hell?!" Roland cursed and ran to his feet, first running to a nearby tent to wake up Bloom. The dwarf woke up with a hangover, and was a little dazed. Roland didn't wait for him to put on his armor and ran out, stopping outside the door of a large tent opposite, and shouted urgently, "Mira, Ronnie, Nikita, are you all right?" ”

Veronica poked out and asked with a stunned face, "We're all fine, Mr. Roland, what's going on outside?" ”

"It's probably a night attack by bandits, and there will be a scuffle next, so be careful." After a few hurried words, Roland turned and ran towards the center of the camp.

By this time a large bonfire had been re-lit in the center of the camp, and the bandits on the hill had rushed down.

Illuminated by the firelight, Roland finally saw the true colors of those guys.

They looked like inhumans, their thin bodies were nine feet tall, and they were not protected by any armor, and they were running naked in the wind and snow, and their mouths let out breathtaking screams, echoing each other one after another.

These humanoid monsters all have a pair of disproportionately long arms and huge claws, and when they run, they lean forward and drag their claws to the ground, looking like a pack of green-skinned apes.

Except for the messy curls on top of their heads, these monsters had no hair on the rest of their bodies, and their gray-green skin was covered in rough particles and bumps, like a layer of scales, providing them with an innate defense comparable to armor.

Seeing that group of bandits with strange images, Roland immediately thought of a legendary monster - trolls!

Trolls' thin size and slender limbs make them a bit fragile, but in fact they are surprisingly powerful, especially at night, where their innate dark vision helps them easily climb over the barracks surrounded by grain trucks and lothmons, break into the middle of the camp, and overturn tents at will, killing anyone they see!

In contrast, the Kitlanders were unable to see normally in the dark, and suffered a great loss at the beginning of the night attack. Fortunately, they often encountered bandits during their journey, and they had a lot of experience in dealing with them, so they quickly calmed down and quickly gathered in front of the fire in the center of the camp.

Roland followed the crowd to the fire, and at first glance he saw Mikhail standing on a grain truck, his face flushed, raising his arms and shouting to reassure everyone not to panic, while his own legs were trembling, which showed that his heart was not calm, and he had to climb up to appeal in order to save his wealth.

Roland heard a sharp sound of breaking wind in the darkness, and without thinking, he rushed to Mikhail with an arrow, raising his shield to block the oncoming javelin.

Mikhail was so frightened that his feet went limp, and he couldn't help but sit down on his pocket full of wheat flour.

Roland patted him on the shoulder: "At least thirty trolls were involved in tonight's attack, most of them were carrying javelins, if I were you, I wouldn't be standing in such a conspicuous place as a target." ”

"Thirty trolls...... What the hell! Mikhail climbed out of the car and muttered bitterly: "Now we have to count on Vigrav and his mercenaries, if they can't withstand it, we will have to burn all the food in one fire, and run as far as we can on the Lothmon!" Damn it! I only insured the grain, but the Lothmon is not insured, and if I lose too many animals, I will go bankrupt! Alas! I don't want to go back to the city and be ridiculed for nothing, so I might as well die here! ”

Roland shook his head, thinking to himself that your old man really wants money and doesn't want to die, when is this happening, and he still has the leisure to think about this. (To be continued.) )