Outside the snowy territory, there is a white expanse.

The three of them, who had risen early in the morning, gathered around the table with the family to eat steaming food.

Suddenly, a gust of wind mixed with snow flew into the window and broke into the house.

The old hunter spat out a mouthful of white mist and said tremblingly: "This weather is terrible, it is even colder than in previous years!" ”

Wearing a heavy cotton jacket coat could not block the cold and biting wind outside, it did not rain, but it snowed, I don't know if it was good or bad.

Anglo rubbed his somewhat stiff palms and exhaled.

"Is winter finally coming, my least favorite thing is winter!"

John looked at the book calmly.

"Is it that cold?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense!"

Anglo returned angrily, the weather was so cold, the speed of his sword was very affected, and even his reaction speed became sluggish, he could guarantee that his combat power was at least twenty percent weakened, which was quite fatal for a swordsman.

A skeleton that can't feel the warmth and cold, from a certain point of view, is indeed worthy of envy.

"Well, I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm going back to sleep! It's cold!! ”

After eating and drinking, the bonfire that was raised around the house could not resist the cold, and Shirley left in a hurry.

Obviously, his hair is the same color as snow, and he is afraid of the cold, and he has seen it, John thought to himself, and the fire shone on his book.

"I'll go back to sleep too."

Anglo couldn't hold it anymore, and he exhaled enthusiastically and shook his body and left the room.

The fat aunt looked at John, who didn't have the slightest intention of leaving, and asked.

"Kid, aren't you going back to your room?"

"No, it's good here."

When he returned to the room, he remembered that there was no place to read a book, not even a chair, but it was better to be quiet here, at least without worrying about someone's reprimand.

"I really love to learn, if only my son were like you, alas, that stinky boy."

In the face of the fat aunt's praise, John smiled slightly and didn't say anything, but the fat aunt opened the chatterbox, and said from time to time, from age to hometown, the problem covers a large area.

The old hunter uncle too, the two of them seem to be chatterbox, seeing that John still has such a good attitude, I have to think of the stinky boy in his family, the topic is developing rapidly under the unpredictable trend of John, and now the study plan is completely ruined, John smiled on the surface, but in his heart he was actually MMP.

"Oh, it doesn't seem like there's enough firewood, so don't you go out and get some of it."

Time passed quickly, and the firewood in the furnace was almost finished.

"No, let me go."

John volunteered to stand up.

"How can you let the guests come, or ........."

"Alright, you can just stop"

The old hunter just wanted to get up, but was pressed down by John.

"Well, our village is very close to a forest, you should have seen it when you came, so if you want to collect firewood, be careful."

"I see, please wait a moment."

Seeing John leave, the old hunter and the fat aunt both showed expressions of relief.

"What a good boy!"

In fact, it's not all for this reason, it's better to say that John has wanted to leave them for a long time, and he chatters and quarrels non-stop, but there is no good reason, isn't it a good opportunity to go out and collect firewood now, John naturally won't waste this good opportunity.

As soon as you go out, the wind is raging outside, the white world has no end in sight, and the snow on the ground can already step on a deep footprint.

Pulling on his black hat, John, the only black spot in the white world, left the house and walked towards the dead wood forest that the old hunter had spoken of.

Shaking off the snow on the dead branches, John already had several in his arms, this dead wood forest is very large, and there are many dead branches on the ground, you can find it by walking a few steps.

John suddenly had an idea, he looked around, and from perception, there was no one nearby, he put the branch in his arms on the snow, and took out a dozen goblin skeletons from the void.

Since they hadn't been transformed yet, they were still just skeletons, and John took them out for the simple reason that they were transformed into his own slaves.

For so many days, there had been no chance, and John had long been hungry and thirsty, and he was half-lying on the ground, concentrating on drawing the transformation ritual array on the swept snow.

In a few moments, without the influence of anyone else, the Transformation Ritual Circle was completed, and John threw a goblin skeleton into the center of the circle and began his evil ritual.

Anglu, who was still at home, opened his eyes, and when he realized that it was someone, he closed his eyes again, and rolled over under the covers before falling into a deep sleep.

One by one, the low-level undead goblin moved his skeleton body to pick up firewood in the dead woods, one did not matter, but John's interest was awakened, time passed in a hurry, John had already dealt with the fifty-first undead goblin, and the firewood was also full of several piles, until someone broke into the perception circle he had set up, John woke up.

It was the old hunter, and John hadn't come back for so long, which made him a little worried, so he came over like this, and his heart was relieved to see John come out with a bundle of firewood.

"What are you doing?"

"Ah, that, pick up the fire!"

John, who was in a hurry, hurried out of the way so that the old hunter could see the piles of firewood in the woods.

"I see, you don't have to pick up so much, just a few."

"It's okay, I'm a young man with a lot of energy, even if we can't use it up, the other villagers will use it too."

John lied.

"Let's go back, it's getting heavier and heavier now."

Patting the snow off his head, the old hunter said.

John glanced back at the dead woods.

"Hmm."

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………

When the night was dark and the wind was high, and the wind was still blowing and snowing, people fell asleep, and a figure sneaked out of a house and ran in the direction of the dead forest near the village.

"it!"

Digging through the snow under a tree, John was greeted by an undead goblin that had been frozen into ice.

Digging several trees in a row, all with the same ending.

It took some time for John to pile up the undead goblins frozen into ice cubes together, and a fire rose in his hand, but it was extinguished by the blowing wind after a second or two, and John was helpless to light them again, and then extinguish them again, repeating it several times before succeeding.

The undead are immortal beings, whether it is sword or magic are useless to themselves, only the Holy Light can sanction, and many times the undead can move freely, day and night, but in winter, it is rare to see the undead, and they will not even be seen in a season, for the reason, most of them are frozen, and only when the spring comes, they can break the seal.