Shupizi let go of the little jǐng that had been left of Gao Feng and introduced their situation to Gao Feng, saying their difficulties and despair at the moment, and by the way, he said the unity and friendship in the western wilderness before, but he was also good at observing words and observing sè, and seeing that Gao Feng was not interested in these clichés, he immediately turned to reality and said how many of them died of cold and starvation every day.

"A lot of people were scattered before, and then they kept gathering, there were about 2,000 people, they didn't eat for the past few days, they starved to death, and they froze to death, and if they didn't get food, they couldn't survive tonight's ......."

People can go without food for a week at most, and men in the western wilderness are a little stronger, and they can't go more than ten days, not to mention that after the snow, plants and animals are hidden, and it is difficult to find them, and even if they do, they will have to face the scramble of others.

In a word, these men are only one step away from death.

"It's not good on the desolate side, some people escaped from there this morning, saying that five or six thousand people were all filled in the wall last night, and there are only a few hundred left, all of them are locked up without food, and I don't think they will be able to survive......."

Cooked skin is a talkative person, although the belly is burning, but still in the best state to talk to the peak, the two walked on the snow, the men who had previously been frightened and retreated scattered one after another, ran to the snow nest and shouted.

Men cowering under the snow crawled out like gophers, and many of them struggled to pull out of the snow nests of people who had frozen to death last night, and the corpses with stiff limbs and arms half raised on their chests were neatly arranged in the middle of the snow.

The people who were starved to death suffered the most, and none of them had a peaceful face, and all kinds of hideous horrors were so terrifying that the blood girl riding the peak pressed her forehead against the back of the peak's head.

The confused star who was held in Gao Feng's arms had woken up, but her whole body was weak and weak, in order to resist the low temperature, she had exhausted all her physical strength and ability, and she was afraid that she would not be able to stand up without a few days of rest, and her exposed skin had signs of frostbite, if she could not be treated, she might die, and she was all wrapped in something by Gao Feng, like a mummy.

"More than 50 people froze to death last night, and more than 20 people left, counting it, there are only more than 1,500 people left on our side, if the adults don't come, it won't be long before there are only some corpses left......

Seeing Gao Feng's eyes scanning back and forth over the corpse, he lost no time in telling Gao Feng their misery, Gao Feng could not deny it, and did not take this sentence, but looked up at the white smoke curling on the stone mountain not far away and asked:

"Who is that?"

The question asked by Gao Feng made Cooked Pizi feel embarrassed, and he said hesitantly:

"This is the last ...... of the asylum among us."

Shut down

This sentence aroused Gao Feng's great interest, he didn't expect that when he was ravaged by the desolate people, there would be shelterers left?

"Tell me about his ......."

Gao Feng's attention was not on the misery of ordinary people, but on the shelterers, which made the familiar skin feel a little lost in his heart, and he couldn't see whether Gao Feng was willing to accept them and let them have a glimmer of hope for survival.

"Before the snow fell, he was an ordinary person, similar to us, no one thought that he would be a shelterer, even he didn't know the way, but after the snow fell, he became a shelterer, no one told him, let alone behaved in front of the desolate people, until we escaped, he stood up ......."

"Naturally?" This word flashed through Gao Feng's mind, and he asked casually:

"How old is he?"

"More than twenty, no one knows his specific age, his status in the previous tribe is not high, just a pro-slave ......."

Ripe Pizi's answer made Gao Feng lose interest, and it took him more than twenty years to naturally awaken, and his future achievements will definitely not be high, and he has just awakened, and he is only stronger than ordinary people, and he can only become a tonic for other people's heirs who are old inheritors.

"His name is White Tiger ......."

This is the most difficult information about the shelterer, Gao Feng was even more interested when he heard it, the white tiger was the four holy beasts of the previous life, and he was interested in anything that could be connected to the memory of the previous life.

The White Tiger is a lucky man, in the Western Wilderness, the protector is a natural nobleman, as a pro-slave who is only a little stronger than the Qinu, the greatest wish in the heart of the White Tiger is to become a strong man like the tribal leader, create his own clan, own his own property and women, and enjoy power in every call.

But when he really became a shelterer, he still felt tragic, just because, once he revealed his identity as a slave among the desolate people, he would die worse than anyone else, and finally escaped from the desolate people, but he faced the embarrassing situation of having nowhere to go.

Once the leader of the tribe was the most powerful warrior, but now, no matter where he is, he is the weakest protector, because he only has two months of protection per year.

Gao Feng held the confused star accompanied by the cooked skin, to the only cave on the mountain peak, and the only place that can keep warm, just walked to the door of the cave, and saw two tribal warriors with weapons in hand sitting on the ground looking at the sky in a daze.

They turn a blind eye to the peak and cooked skin, are indifferent to their duties, and constantly press their palms against their bellies, making the feeling of hunger less uncomfortable, but the gurgling never stops.

"How does it smell?"

Gao Feng shook his head at the two tribal warriors, and before he could walk in, he first asked about the smell of roasted meat, and then his expression was cold and serious, with some anger, he thought that the people inside were eating human flesh.

"You can always catch some live creatures in the snow, but these things have to be given to the white tiger to eat first......

The belly of the cooked skin also gurgled and called, patiently explained a few words to Gao Feng, and the next moment his eyes widened, like a mad rabbit, he pounced on the wolf, caught something flying out of the hole in the air, and stuffed it into his mouth without looking.

The two tribal warriors were immediately angry and scolded, and were about to pick up their weapons and cut at the cooked skin, at this moment, two more things were thrown out of it and fell to the ground, but it was two small beast bones that only had the corners left, and the two tribal warriors didn't care about the cooked skin, one grabbed one, and hid aside and stuffed it into his mouth.

Looking at the way they ate Dong, Gao Feng only felt creepy, even if it was placed in the Black Claw tribe that was now short of food, no one would eat this thing, a small beast skeleton that had been torn off most of its flesh, slightly stained with some fascia that had not been eaten, these men even stuffed the bones into their mouths, like a dog biting a snap.