Nestled on the barren plains, the yak village is as calm and peaceful as it has been for hundreds of years. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 InfoYak Village, which is the largest waterhole in the area, has been a gathering place for yak people for hundreds of years, standing above the tundra of the north wind.

But now, in a calm and peaceful atmosphere, some unsettling factors are fermenting, and the shadow of death from the north has spread, compressing the living space of the yak people. More and more villagers who were out grazing and hunting were seeing the undead of the natural disasters that haunted Nqira, and the range of activities of those undead was getting closer and closer to the location of the village in Yeli.

Some of the villagers, who were grazing and hunting too close to the north, had been attacked more than once by the spirits of the undead who were entrenched in Nqira, and some were seriously wounded and died of the deadly plague. In order to prevent their compatriots from becoming accomplices in natural disasters, many yak people had to reluctantly cremate the bodies of their compatriots.

But it didn't make a difference, the tide of death, these aborigines in it are getting closer and closer, getting closer. Even in the cold wind blowing from the north, you can smell the rancid smell of the dead corpses. In recent days, the yak people who have been patrolling and grazing on the far side of the plain have brought back bad news that the spirits of the undead who have been in Nqila have somehow begun to disperse.

It's time to make a decision.

In a tent made of animal skins, on the side facing the largest waterhole, the elders of the yak village gathered for discussion.

"We must leave, Chief!" The leader of the patrol in the village, who is also the leader of the hunting party, the young and strong yak man Durm Iceskin, knelt on the animal skin cushion with a solemn face, and said to the chief of the entire yak village, Dongfeng, the longest man in the village. "Those blasphemous monsters are getting closer and closer to us, and the warriors of our village alone are not enough to resist these undead monsters."

"But where are we going?" Einre, a female yak man dressed in a rhinoceros fur robe, spoke. "Now that the whole of the North is shrouded in the shadows of those monsters, we can't even find our way to the Soracha Basin. The shadow of death is gradually eating away at our living space, and even if we go south, we will still be drawn into the war, and you must know that in the south, there are also the shadows of those monsters. ”

Einray's words made the other old people who came to listen bow their heads one after another.

"Can't we turn to our distant relatives for help?" Durm said.

"Durm......" At this time, the chief of the winter wind, who was seated in the first seat, spoke, "our distant relatives from the other side of the sea are indeed willing to help us, but those distant allies, the chief who leads them, are not willing to spend their combat power on us. ”

"Alas...... The messenger I sent waited there for dozens of days, and the orc named Grosh had no intention of sending troops. Even, it is said, in the eyes of that chief, it is more important to wage war against humanity than to help us the lost......"

"At a time when a group of demons who want to rob all life is coming, that chief is actually planning to provoke a war between the living beings first?" Durm asked incredulously, "It's just, it's unreasonable......"

"It's true, those distant relatives from over there, told me personally." Chief Winterwind sighed and said, "Although our distant relatives are more inclined to us, that doesn't make the Chief of Grosh, who leads several races, well, a High Overseer in their account...... In short, we can only rely on ourselves now. ”

"By the way, Grandmother Taga ....." Chief Winterwind set his sights on the eldest yak man in the entire village. What do you think? ”

“...... Oh, ......" Grandmother Taga was silent for a moment and spoke...... As the chief said, we are on our own, and we must give up the village before the dead come. ”

"But, old grandmother!" Einray asked, "...... Where do we go from here? ”

"East......" replied Grandmother Taga. Since there is a threat of death to the north, and a war to the south that can break out at any time, we have to go east, and we have to venture across the ice fields to the Ice Mist Village in the wilderness opposite the ice field. ”

"Isn't this too risky?" Durm hesitated.

"Well, follow the rules." Chief Winterwind stood up, looked directly at all the elders, and said, "Fellow citizens, brothers and sisters, we are now facing an existential stake...... It's time to make a choice! ”

The elders in the tent began to talk and argue...... Eventually, the vast majority of the yak people in the tent agreed with Grandmother Taga, and at this point, even the most hesitant Durm, after several minutes of silence, agreed with the decision.

"So, guys, get ready to migrate." Chief Winterwind said, "Durm, call back your hunting party, my patrol, and let them assist in the relocation of the village. ”

"Einray, you go and organize the women and children to go first."

"Grandmother Taga, please inform all the old people who can still afford to hold weapons, it's time, let us old guys take up arms again and do our last thing for the future of the race."

Dulm, Einre: "Chief! ”

"Needless to say, you are the future of the tribe, and in this land, only young and strong people can lead our race to continue to live...... It's the law of nature, the young knock out the old......"

"Let's be stubborn and pay the last value for the village!"

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The calm of the yak village was broken, the yak people living here, had to choose whether to abandon their homes, the herdsmen, the hunting teams, all the adult warriors were called.

The women and children were the first to leave, guarded by the youngest and strongest warriors in the village, and the few shamans in the village left with the team.

And the people who choose the queen of the palace are all the old people...... Among them was the chief of the yak people, the oldest Taga grandmother in the village. All the old people chose to say goodbye to their families, and from their tents, they found the spears and leather armor that had been in place.

These old people will go to the north to provide aid to the evacuated tribesmen.

And at this time, when the yak people were about to leave the land where they had lived for hundreds of years, an uninvited guest came to this land.