With the sound of swishing footsteps, the red-bearded dwarf walked towards the rope trap he had set up. When I was more than ten meters away, I saw something falling from the rope net. But because of the wind and snow, I couldn't see it clearly from a distance.

"Ahh Praise be to the god of the hills! I caught a snow sheep today! ”

He clapped his hands excitedly, and cried out with indescribable joy on his face. Then he accelerated and rushed towards the "prey".

Perhaps it was the loud sound that woke the sleeping baby, and she stretched out her chubby little hands and habitually groped to the left and right, looking for the gentle "mother" in her impression.

The little hands were stirring in the snowflakes, freezing cold, and even a little puffy. Her ice-blue eyes flickered twice, and she finally burst into tears.

"Wow~", the milky sound echoed in the mountain stream canyon.

"Shhh

The dwarf frowned and looked in the direction of the rope net, and the tomahawk in the palm that was about to fly out was pulled back again, and the palm flipped to the side to lose its strength. With a heavy rumbling sound, the half-meter-wide two-handed axe slashed deep into the rock.

It seems that this loud noise made the little baby stunned for a moment, and the original cry turned into a low whimper.

"Wow! Infant! ”

The dwarf's face was full of shock, and his beard shook violently with excitement.

He stared at the imminent baby with his mouth wide open and reddish-brown eyes, and slowly stretched out his two broad palms to free the little baby from the rope net.

The little baby stopped crying, stretched out his chubby little hand, and wiped his tears. Then he threw his little hand into the air and grabbed the dwarf's red hair. A shallow smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It was as if a snow lotus slowly stretched out its buds in the cruel ice and snow and bloomed quietly.

At this moment, he lost his wife and son because of difficult childbirth, and chose to leave the group and hide here. Preparing to be a dwarven warrior for the rest of his life, the frozen heart "snapped" and cracked countless cracks in his life, slowly melting in the laughter of the little baby.

The dwarf removed his fur, wrapped the baby tightly, and ran towards the cave with endless joy.

For the next few days, the baby survived on goat's milk.

It seemed that the little baby had a good relationship with the dwarf, and in this dark and damp cave there was not a single cry, but a low laughter.

The ruthless warrior with his hands covered in blood hummed the song of the mountains softly in his hoarse voice. Stretching out the arm covered with thick calluses and slowly shaking the rocking basket, his face was full of infinite love, and he looked at the baby tenderly.

The cold and desolate cave is full of long-lost joy.

It was snowing outside the cave, and countless blocks of ice and snow slanted down, burying the cave entirely. Dripping water into ice, countless cold air filled the cave. The two snow goats also knelt on the ground one after another, as if they could no longer stand up.

The little baby was sick and had a high fever, and although the dwarf wrapped all his fur clothes around her body, he himself hugged her with his bare back, but to no avail.

"Whoa, whoa!"

The dwarf screamed in pain, his hands scratching at his hair, and pieces of hair were pulled down and stuffed into the baby's bedding.

Perhaps it was the stimulation of the beard, the baby's bedding was soaked with sweat, his face was red and swollen, but there was a glimmer of brilliance in his eyes. She opened her mouth and uttered a repetitive monosyllable "Big.... Big...... Great..."

Then he fell asleep.

That night, the defenders stationed on the walls of the Snow Country's border fortress were surprised to find in the endless snowflakes, accompanied by the roar of a wild beast. It was as if it was about to tear the heart.

When the snow stopped a few days later, they carefully tied the rope and came down to check. But I found that in the cave, there were countless bones piled up, and there was also a piece of snow on the ground on one side, and next to the fire that had been extinguished for a long time, it was impressive

There was a baby swaddled with frost and stains of blood.

And in the extinguished fire, there were some small bones that had been charred and could not be seen clearly.

"Son! My poor son! ”

The Valkyrie cried loudly as she held the remnants of her child's clothing. Hit the "executioner" who killed his own child with his own hands, the king of the snow country, his own brother.

The young king knelt down on one knee in front of his sister, clenched his fists tightly, and gritted his teeth to feel his sister's pain.

"Sister, I'm sorry!"

Blood was dripping from the corners of the emperor's mouth, tears welled up in his eyes, and he choked at the Valkyrie.

"They are the Kunpeng Divine Cult Inquisition, and they killed their father! But we can't afford to mess with their strength! I'm sorry! ... My brother is so useless! ”

"Get up! Don't come back! ”

Valkyrie said to her brother with a cold face, and then walked towards the secret room behind her.

"If the Emperor of the Apocalypse asks about it in the future, you will tell him: Tianjing, he has died on the battlefield!"

"Yes! Sister Wang! My brother will do the same! ”

The young king raised his head and looked at the staggering steps in front of him, as if he had suddenly aged a few dozen years old, and knew the pain in her heart, so he agreed in a deep voice.

Then he whispered to his henchman behind him.

"Send all the elites of the kingdom to protect this place! If there is a mistake, I will destroy your nine clans! ”

With that, he stumbled out of here.

In the countless years that followed, he worked hard to reorganize the dynasty, build fortifications, and vigorously develop the economy, and the snow country faintly tended to become a strong country.

Just when the Celestial Crystal Valkyrie and the young king were in pain, in the distant snowfield, a dwarf with a ** upper body on his back was tightly carrying a snow goat.

"Cher! Hungry or not! ”

The dwarf took the goat's milk out of the skin, warmed it on its belly, and then stretched out to the place of the snow goat's belly.

There is a small hole in the belly of the snow goat, and a baby's eyes are looking around in it. Slowly, a bloodshot finger was reached.

It turned out that when the baby had a high fever, the helpless dwarf remembered the way the tribal shaman had healed the wounded soldiers.

The baby who had a persistent high fever and was infected with typhoid fever was put into the belly of a snow sheep and raised.

And his distrust and vigilance of the Terrans made him decide to return to the Hermit Canyon, a few hundred miles away, to ask for help from the tribe.

"Ahem, cough, cough...", the little baby just sucked a mouthful of goat's milk, but coughed twice in succession, and a few drops of blood spurted out of the corners of his mouth one after another.

With a shallow smile on her face, she waved her little hand at the dwarf, and said weakly in her mouth, "Great... Great...".

"Xue'er, it's cold outside, put your hand in."

With a doting look on his face, the dwarf put the baby's little hand inside, and then re-stitched the belly of the snow goat, leaving only a hole the size of a small finger to breathe.

Then, he took out a few smoked snow lamb ribs from his backpack, gnawed them frantically, and then picked up a pile of snow and munched on them.

Then he picked up the snow sheep on his back, identified the next direction, and strode forward.

The cold night passed quickly, and the long-lost day finally came, the sun shone on the ground, the snow melted, and the grass sprouted. The dwarves ran wildly, and their speed became brisk.

Correspondingly, the snow sheep that warmed the little baby became **, and the belly of the sheep exuded a pungent fishy smell.

The dwarf was thinking about the rest of the journey, looked up to the sky and sighed, silently cut off the limbs of the snow sheep, peeled off the sheepskin, and reluctantly gave up all the other parts. Then the baby was wrapped in layers and wrapped into a "zongzi".

Crossing a babbling stream and climbing over several mountains, the sun symbolizes that the sun of day has fallen back below the horizon, and the last rays of light have been swallowed up by the night.

Cold, loneliness returns.

The little baby, who had just recovered in the belly of the sheep, was shivering and had a high fever, which seemed to have worsened again.

The dwarve's heart swelled with loss and sadness, and he ran through the ice and snow. With heavy breathing and rolling sweat, it got closer and closer to the Hermit Valley.

Day 9 of leaving the Snow Country Canyon Cave.

The dwarf touched the last piece of palm-sized snow mutton, picked up the snow around him and swallowed it, looked at the mountains in the distance, and smiled.

As long as you climb over this mountain, you will be in the Hermit Canyon, and Xue'er will be saved!

He looked at the baby sleeping in the sheepskin, took out his short blade and cut it off his finger.

With the rough inhalation of the little baby, a drop of blood dripped from the dwarf's palm, which was covered with knife marks, and dripped into the little baby's mouth.

In a vague way, the dwarf seemed to see that the burning little baby in a daze was surprisingly smiling like an angel.

"Ahem, ahem!" The dwarf gritted his teeth and coughed twice, looking tenderly at the little angel who was sucking his own blood.

After the "little angel" fell asleep again, the dwarf staggered to pick up the "zongzi" and climbed towards the snowy peak.

The sky was full of snowflakes flying, like naughty children, covering the eyes of the dwarves and blocking their view. Dragged the dwarf's legs and plunged them into his back.

After a short time, the dwarf's body was sweating, and the blood given to "Cher" after the goat's milk was fed for days and nights made the dwarf's strong body plummet, exhausted, and on the verge of collapse.

It is the angelic light of "Cher" in her arms, supporting herself to continue to take numb feet, one, two, three...... Head towards the mountain.

"Woo", his swollen feet stepped on the ice floes under his feet, and one of them fell backwards, and the dwarf rolled down with "Cher" in his arms.

"Whew!" The dwarf gasped hard and smiled at the baby in his arms.

"Cher! Cher! The dwarf shook the baby in his hand vigorously, and stretched out his rough hand to test the baby's snort.

He got up again, looked at the distant peak, and climbed again.

"Cher! It's coming soon!! ”

The dwarf smiled at the baby in his arms and hunched over and climbed up the mountain.

"Woooooo The mountain wind blew, and the snow was sprinkled on the dwarves, and the sweat on the Barcels solidified into ice cubes.

The dwarf looked at the nearby mountain peak with sweat on his forehead, and his face was bloodless, just in an instant. The body leaned backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

Moments before he passed out, he hugged the baby tightly.

Then, with a surviving **, he stretched out his hand towards the two vague shadows on the ridge.

As his eyes blurred, he vaguely heard the two men running towards him, calling his name at the same time.

"Winter's Hammer!!"

"Winter's Hammer!"

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and the tiredness of the past few days came up, and he fell asleep with the baby in his arms.

The next time I woke up, I was still in a huge circular building.

The rare metals that were so prized in Nicanado were just a stand with countless furs on top as if they didn't cost money.

With the crackling sound of the brazier in the middle of the house, it was unusually warm, as if it were daytime.

But before he could savor the familiar smell, a cold cane slapped him his face. Then an angry roar rang out.

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