The cold and bloodthirsty ice fields are not as hungry and mutated creatures as the barren and barren wilderness flickering, which may have something to do with the area they are currently in.

This is only the outer edge of the ice field, which has not yet had time to show its hideous side, and this area has already been trampled countless times by the wilderness conquest army, and has been destroyed countless times by artillery fire.

Of course, there are still quite a few Adepts who are either traveling alone or traveling in groups, and from time to time appear on the blue-black ice in the distance. Except for the logistics supply teams of various forces, most of these people are people like Luo who have stepped into the wilderness of this ice field for the first time.

In the wilderness, they are the supernatural beings, the darlings of the wilderness, the experienced mercenaries, the dependents, and even the so-called "geniuses" from various families.

But in this strange land of ice and snow, they can only have a name that is humble enough to lie down and shiver on the rough ice.

Rookie!

The ice field is different from the wilderness, and although the wilderness is chaotic and brutal, it still has the cracks that allow those lone wolves like Luo to survive. Although life is difficult, if you are lucky enough, you can still see the sun the next day as it climbs the horizon again and again.

And the ice field is definitely the hell of these lone wolves!

Whether you are a super-level, a master, or even a sub-god, on this ice field that advocates teamwork, you can only choose to give in or freeze under the thick layer of ice.

Lowe's luck came into play again, or the off-white combat uniform that Steven wore with the distinctive characteristics of the Williams family, and the arrogant shotgun behind his back, which made the journey to one of the Williams' outlying supply points exceptionally smooth.

Everyone who stepped into the ice field knew that instead of wasting precious physical strength and ammunition here, it was better to go to the depths of the ice field. Of course, sometimes there are two very different endings, and the difference may simply depend on a little more stamina than the enemy, or an extra bullet.

The Williams family's supply point was small, just a few low tents made of thick dark green canvas. This is a small outlying supply camp for the Williams family, which stores food, drinking water, medicine, and other essential supplies, as well as a small brain that can barely log into the family system.

"Steven, my dear cousin, I remember that I was not your supply officer, and you are here to apologize for your rude behavior that beat me up last time? Or are you tired of the dancing snowflakes outside and want to take a hot shower in front of the charcoal brazier? ”

There was only one young man in the tent who looked a little like Steven, and he was sitting cross-legged in the center of the tent, carefully wiping the long, narrow, ninety-eight saber with the handle wrapped in the finely beaded white mackerel skin.

In front of him was a charcoal basin that had long been burned black, and the slightly damp and dark burning materials in the charcoal basin were actually the feces of the mutant wolves in the wilderness. This made the whole tent exude warmth, but also filled with a faint sour smell.

"I need to borrow your baby, my dear Zachary, I'm not going to touch the "action blockbusters" in it that you think are your goal in life, and I promise I won't be as rude as I was last time when I beat you up. ”

Steven walked over to the man he called "Zachary" with a grin, bent down and stared coldly at the unattractive and useless *** in the other party's hand.

"Steven, this is my supply camp, are you sure you're ready to be punished by your family?"

There was a hint of hideousness on Zachry's face, but the look in his eyes with Steven had been a little evasive.

"You can choose to cooperate, then get up lazily and go outside the tent to get some fresh air. You can also choose to say no, and then taste my fist again and be dragged out by me like a dead dog. ”

Steven wasn't going to use the gun on his back, after all, the other party was his cousin, and the supply point was really Zachary's territory, and he didn't want to make things too bad.

This man named Zarik is about the same as Lowe, and he is a super-level ability. Despite having many of his followers in the nearby tent, he didn't choose to challenge Steven's fist and the gun on his back.

Steven isn't in a good temper, and he's become a juggernaut, a damn juggernaut!

Zarik never understood why the old fellows of the family, who were so mediocre that they only knew how to indulge in pleasures, would value such an inhuman experience as the Kadiwen family's internal training.

The small boxy, black mustache under his nose shuddered violently a few times, then he stood up and left the tent, which was supposed to be his own, warm enough.

"He's my cousin, but I hate his mother, who only plays around and ties a blanket behind her back all the time, so I ......"

Steven glanced at Lowe embarrassedly, scratching his hair with his big hand, he didn't want Lowe to see something like that.

"I don't like him a little too much, especially the tuft of black hair under his nose."

Lo was saying what he really thought, and if it weren't for the tent, in the wilderness, or elsewhere in the ice field, Lo would have even killed the other party.

It's just that he feels that the other party's well-trimmed beard has an indescribable disgust.

Disgust, is definitely a good reason to kill.

"Alright, my man, we have to get down to business, even though this is the edge of the ice field, and those terrible ice creatures should have been slaughtered long ago, who can guarantee that death won't suddenly knock on the door?"

Steven turned on his brain, clicked quickly, and called up the Ice Conquest Force System that was a little different from the picture Heidi had seen.

Perhaps, Heidi is not only good at the study of killing war beasts, but also in many other areas, such as tampering with some kind of network system.

The operation of the Ice Expedition Force system is one of the basic training items in the training camp within the Cardivan family, and although it is very boring, Steven is still quite proficient in order to survive better.

"Alright, now enter your information and do the iris test, Luo."

Steven ceded his place to Lowe and stood aside from time to time to give him a few strokes, showing patience that was extremely rare for him.

Registration is not cumbersome, and it is done after entering the basic information and performing the iris test. Impersonation in the system is almost non-existent, and no one is so stupid as to credit someone else for the exploits they have earned in exchange for their lives.

Next, it's time to choose a faction or create a faction.

At the top of the screen is a hideous and bloodthirsty wolf head pattern, which overrides the top of all the power patterns, and the gloomy and bloodthirsty wolf eyes look at Luo, exuding a sense of slaughter and iron blood.

"This is the Iron Wolf Regiment of the Cardivan Family, the giant of the entire Ice Plains Expedition Force, and the sharpest knife that the Wilderness has shown to the Ice Field."

Steven explained in a low voice, a scorching light shining in his single eye.

The real wilderness boy should be like the iron-blooded wolf group, fighting in the deepest part of the ice field, using the blood of the enemy to wipe the cold blade in his hand.

Steven doesn't use a knife, so after a brief yearning, he is once again pulled back to reality by his own obsessive fanaticism.

"I've heard a few about your feud with the Cardivan family, too. Personally, I don't think the Predators are the best option for you, so you might as well consider this one. ”

Steven moved his thick finger with the trigger to the underside of the wolf's head, over a mottled black spear icon.

The Black Armor Legion of the Begu Family.

"Even though you are planning to create your own faction, I suggest you choose this spear because it is sharp enough and because your girl has lived in the legendary castle."

Steven had heard about Yi becoming the Marquis's heir and staying in the Twilight Zone. He knows when to shut up and when he has to say something.

Luo stared at the spear, his eyes flickering rapidly.

He was thinking, thinking about his odds of surviving on this icefield that was even more bloodthirsty than the wilderness, how lucky he could be from this strange and coldest place.

In a sense, Lowe is definitely a true gambler, and he has a habit of squeezing the lowest hopes of survival in order to get a bigger reward.

He didn't choose the Predator Wolf Regiment that belonged to the Cardiven family, he didn't choose to belong to the Marquis of Begu, no, now it should be the Black Armor Legion that belongs to His Excellency Yi Begu, and he didn't choose the rest of the forces, big and small.

When it comes to things that depend on his future fate, he will never leave the real decision to others.

So, Lowe stretched out his long, white finger and pointed at the little "Create" icon.

But the next scene that happened was something Luo didn't expect, and even Steven, who was very familiar with the Ice Field's conquest force system, became dumbfounded.

Four large, bloody characters were clearly displayed on the screen.

Failed to create!