As the distance between the breakout caravan and the goblins gradually widened, the bandits slowly retreated into the 'carriage fortress' left behind by the caravan. (These dastardly robbers seem to be preparing to find supplies from the ruins that they can use against themselves.)

I don't know if it was due to lack of time or intentionality, the destruction of the wagon's cargo before the caravan broke through was not complete. In addition to the bear goblins' focus on enjoying the pleasure of killing, in this cold winter wax moon, the goblins are obviously concerned about the survival materials that will determine the future fate of the race.

The caravan members who survived their lives made their way south, the cold wind blowing from behind made the plush cape clinging to the walkers. Because of his tall size, Barrett was placed at the back of his team by several of his teammates, known as the Windshield Dam.

However, although being in the rear is facing the invasion of cold winds, it naturally has the advantage of being behind - the backs of the women in the team can be said to be in full view. Under the strong north wind, not only the cape, but all the soft clothing became close to the figure. The curve that gradually closes from the shoulders brings out a beautiful amplitude on the waist, and the slowly bulging is a straight and round peach. Even the leather coats wrapped around them can hardly hide the delicate posture of the girls.

If only it weren't for this cold weather. Warm clothes still block too much. Barrett, who was slowly feeling a little bored, turned his attention to the frozen wasteland.

The crystal with a little pale ice crystals condensed on the lonely branches, like a trace of ice sculpture of coral, and like a waterfall that has been frozen in time. Under this bleak and cold gray sky, it can be regarded as a rare bright spot.

The silence, the whistling north wind and the creaking of the frost-covered ground. A chill from his feet made Barrett quickly tighten his cloak and envelop himself inside.

"Barrett, how long are we going to be in this goddamn weather?" Lalu, who was hiding in Rielly's arms, shouted with her own head that was exposed outside the cloak.

"It's too windy for me to hear? Can you repeat it again? The never-ending wind drowned out Lalu's words. At the same time, Rieli's form also blocked Barrett's sight, so that he couldn't even understand the kitten's words through his mouth.

On the contrary, the anvil directly in front of Lalu was not affected much, and he slowed down his pace and stepped back to a position in front of the kitten man and said, "Don't ask Barrett, this situation is not something for us players to decide." ”

After saying this, the anvil pointed to Mr. Josephine in the middle of the line, and saw that he looked at the map in his hand from time to time and said to the people around him. Of course, even if the players look in the direction that Mr. Josephine is pointing out, they can only see the wilderness with no life at all.

Barrett, who had quickened his pace and finally arrived at the front, heard the words of the anvil, and it was not difficult for him to tell what his companions were concerned about now.

"If I had a little more information, I might have been able to understand what Mr. Josephine was trying to do." At this point, Barrett turned to the only field class on the team: "Bena, you can try your wilderness survival skills!" Take a look at how far away it is from our last campsite. There is also a general change in the weather over the next few days. ”

"That's right! I almost forgot this skill of my own? Bena whistled in a flash of realization, and Tom, the big dog by the noodles, ran over and rubbed Bena's boots.

Touching Tom's head through the thick glove, Bena squatted and closed her eyes. The ranger's animal companion was obedient, and Bena knew what Tom was doing with just a gesture and a look—a man and a dog quietly falling into the void, like a tantric guru empowerment.

The first impression of a survival skill appraisal is that of a shirtless muscular man with a knife in his hand inspecting around in the wilderness. But for players, even if they have relevant knowledge. But how many can be used according to local conditions!

Therefore, the game leaves the player with an alternative puzzle game with the wild first - the higher the survival skill level, the more clues are given when solving the puzzle. In the end, the results of the decryption are used to determine how much information can be obtained - from predicting the weather within 24 hours, locating natural hazards such as pathfinding and quicksand swamps, to finding nearby water sources and even rabbit nests.

'Charity in the flesh? Concubine Ming? Damn it, Sanbao Daoist, what kind of memories did you leave me! When the knowledge that was hidden in the depths of his mind suddenly appeared in front of him, Barrett himself was startled. Pull down the hood of the cloak and let the wind knife blow violently before calming himself down.

"Barrett, what's wrong with you? What do you do when you suddenly take off your hat? Isn't it cold? Kolaru's three questions made Barrett, who had barely recovered from the cold, speechless for a moment.

Just when Barrett opened his mouth in embarrassment and couldn't speak, the parrot who suddenly spoke up saved him once: "Come and see what it is?" ”

Looking in the direction the parrot was pointing, a black dot vaguely appeared on the horizon. Priests are worthy of being a profession with high perception, and the judgment of the reconnaissance class is actually really good.

With the strong contrast of the snow-white earth covered in frost flowers, the players finally saw the gradually increasing black dots in their vision.

"Stop moving! Level 2 alert, rest in place," Mr. Yvonne Edmonds' order echoed through the ranks, seemingly unaffected by the wind.

"We'll find out in a moment if we've been entangled by Lady Doom along the way. Prepare to return to the temple and be reborn! Barrett, pulling up his hood, gripped the hilt of the sharkskin tightly before striding to the periphery of the group.

"It's finally done. Hey! What's wrong with a few of you? "Bena, who has completed her wilderness survival assessment, has just been happy for a while. Now that she has come to her senses, her companions are in a state where they can be said to have changed drastically before they engage in skill confrontation (puzzle game) with her.

The parrot holding the mace in his hand shivered and quickly spat a few warm breaths on his hand: "I—We're about to meet an unknown team." I don't know if those guys have a good or bad attitude towards us? ”

"Then the skill appraisal that I just completed with great difficulty is not in vain." Bena is like a deflated ball, with an oil bottle on her mouth.

"If you're lucky, the two teams pass by each other. The news you get may be useful. The answering noodle unloaded the crossbow from his back and was struggling to turn the winch to wind.

"It's not easy for people to get such good results." Bena muttered, but she was busy pulling her compound longbow from the bow pouch at her waist and starting to adjust - the cold weather had a great impact on the bow and arrows.

The winter Northlands are full of danger, whether it's wolves heading south due to lack of food, or some endemic Northland "creatures" that cover their bodies under pitch-black armor. As for the goblin legion, which defeated the caravan wolf bèi, it was completely unexpected.

Not all caravans have the financial resources to set up large cart formations, and most adventurers and escorts are not able to be hired by the big merchants in the first place. Naturally, they had a lot of experience in forming formations in the wasteland to protect themselves, and they quickly completed the arrangement.

The team heading north in front of them went against the wind, and the degree was naturally not very fast. From a small black dot to the size of a matchbox, it gradually enlarged; And by the time everyone could see the whole convoy, everyone now had a caravan of vehicles unique to the Northland.

The carts of this caravan had special models that were different from those in the south. The wheels were widened to increase the force area, and the smooth bottom and upturned front made it easier to ride in the snow - a change that would have been a nuisance for long periods of time in the south, but a necessity in the northland, where there were months of knee-low snow each year.

When the distance was about 15o meters, the Northland caravan stopped advancing. Immediately after that, a man and a rider rushed out of the team, as if they had come to negotiate. Although there is no obvious animosity between the two teams at the moment, it does not mean that the two sides can live in harmony. The next negotiation and negotiation between the two parties is the key to determining the relationship between the two, but since they can talk to each other, Lady Luck has already revealed the corners of her skirt.

Seeing this situation, Barrett finally breathed a sigh of relief, at least he didn't have to fight in this state anymore - all of the people who had just broken out of the goblin encirclement were not in good shape, and the loss of spells could not be recovered in a short time. At present, the situation of great loss of combat power does not look like it can fight a tough battle.

'Don't talk about collapse, don't talk about collapse!' This was what Barrett had in mind at the time of the negotiations. At the same time, it is also the key to the anxiety of the vast majority of the caravan.

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