After five years of "savage life", at first glance, Liu Ci seems to be very different from the arrogant young lady of the family in the past, but some of the bad essence that is deeply rooted in the bone marrow will not change, in the ancient Chinese saying, "the country is easy to change, but the nature is difficult to change".

Hearing the red-haired short man's "plan", saying that Liu Ci was generous and didn't care about it was fake, she was not good enough to wait to be caught and auctioned, but after all, the idea of committing a crime is quite far from the facts of the crime, even if Liu Ci doesn't kill Jeff, she has to give her an explanation for this matter.

The silver wolf was very puzzled by this, whoever upset it was usually killed, and Liu Ci's "sentencing" made it speechless.

"It's a real trouble for humans to waste mental energy on inconsequential strangers."

Liu Ci smiled silently, the "trouble" is not actually human beings, but human nature.

She has been isolated from the group for too long, and her vision of people is debatable, and she wants to be close to her kind, but she also feels that they are not as simple as Warcraft. Winter living is boring, isn't it good to do some things?

Liu Ci was wrapped in a newly made light fur, resisted the urge to yawn, and whispered a few words in the ear of the silver wolf.

The girl's warm fragrance swept past her ears, and the poor silver wolf only felt that the roots of her ears were inexplicably hot, and she almost didn't hear what Liu Ci said.

After whispering, Liu Aci's malicious smile was undisguised, and the silver wolf rolled its eyes, it had almost forgotten recently, the dwarf had never been gentle and pure.

Liu Ci, who yawned for a long time, looked at the heavy snow outside the window that had not stopped for the time being, and turned his head to seduce Lord Silver Wolf with food: "Eat hot pot at night? ”

The wolf god swallowed his saliva, the great silver wolf king is definitely not a foodie, he helped Liu Ci protect the Dharma for two months, it was hungry and thin, and it urgently needed to replenish its winter fat-

"Cut more lamb rolls!"

Liu Ci giggled, it is not unreasonable that shabu mutton can sweep the taste buds of the people of the Earth Federation for thousands of years. Thinly sliced lamb rolls are sliced with chopsticks, quickly blanched in a tumbling soup pot for a few quick bits, and coated in a dipping sauce that is blended according to personal taste...... Well, if she thinks about it, she's going to drool herself.

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As soon as night falls, the temperature in the snow-covered Moroch Forest can drop by a few degrees below zero. The moonlight shining on the frozen surface of the river reflects the coolness even more shivering.

None of the adventuring parties in the Moroch Mountains were pampered aristocrats, but they really hadn't tried to stay in the mountains in the winter of material scarcity.

For the time being, there is no threat of Warcraft, which is a great event, and it does not mean that it is truly happy. For example, the temperature plummeted, and they couldn't move freely except for gathering around the fire to keep warm.

The snow was knee-high, and the team had no supplies other than fish under the ice.

What worries Lydia is her brother George's body.

Compared to swordsmen, mages are generally not in good health, meditation requires strong mental support, and they master the skills to communicate with magical elements, but they are often physically weak.

Some magic robes are equipped with magic immunity, which can defend against simple magic attacks, and naturally have basic effects such as keeping out the cold and preventing fire. But the price of such a mage robe was obviously not something that a civilian like George who was born in a small town and had medium magical talent could buy.

The high annual tuition fees of the Academy of Magic and the various expenses in the learning process were enough for Lydia to have a headache, and George was never embarrassed to ask his sister for extra money. Wearing a mage robe was a gift from the Magic Association when he was certified as a "two-star mage...... Under the scorching cold, George's eye sockets were very bruised, his lips were dark all day long, and only when he drank the hot fish soup did he have a trace of blood on his face.

George was struggling, and Lydia knew it.

Lydia felt that her extreme patience with Jeff's stupidity was one reason, and another reason was that she was afraid that she would really be moved by Jeff's words, and that she would be greedy that she shouldn't have: the warm stone house in the cold forest, the abundant supplies full of livestock that Jeff described, were too important to George's body at this time!

Lydia held a stick in her hand, and the fish at the tip of the stick smelled burnt, and it was already showing signs of burning, but she didn't see it herself.

The four of them were around, and there was silence around the fire, except for the crackling sound of the firewood burning. The damp firewood brought choking smoke, and George, who had been itching his throat for a long time, finally couldn't help coughing.

A heart-rending cough that sounded particularly harsh in the silence.

Lydia threw down the grilled fish in her hand, and when George finally stopped coughing, she frowned and came to a conclusion:

"George, you're sick."

George shook his head with a red nose, and Lydia frowned. As soon as the urgency of fleeing was relieved as soon as a few people set up camp in the riverbank, George was actually ill. Coughing secretly behind people's backs, hiding for a few days, tonight under the smoke, I finally couldn't help but expose people.

Lydia reached out and touched George's forehead, George didn't even have the strength to dodge, Lydia felt an abnormally high heat under her palm, and her heart was extremely worried.

The potions that the team carried with them had long since run out, and they couldn't find the Holy See priests to treat them in the depths of the Morok Mountains, so George dragged it out and didn't tell her, right?

"Uncle Sam, is there a fever potion around here?"

George was obviously frostbitten, and even if he had a fever, he couldn't use ice and snow to cool him down, Lydia asked Sam with a glimmer of hope.

The bald uncle shook his head: "The snow is covered with snow, and the common magic potions have been silenced and destroyed......"

The corners of Lydia's mouth tightened, no one here is a pharmacist, it is not easy to identify the original strain of a simple potion, everything is dry and prosperous in the ice and snow, and it is indeed too difficult for her to ask Uncle Sam to find a potion to cure a high fever and cough.

The burly swordsman lowered the grilled fish in his hand in three or two times, and cast his eyes on the other side of the glacier.

On the other side of the frozen river, there was also a bonfire, and he could feel the hateful gaze of the short Jeff across the river.

Although Lydia kicked Jeff out of the team, the short man is also cheeky, the Moroc Mountains are borderless, and the four of Lydia can occupy the river beach near the mountain peak, and Jeff can naturally camp on the other side.

It is more difficult to make a living alone than to have a companion to help him, Jeff, who is usually lazy, wishes that he is a monster with eight hands and eight feet, alone, both to camp and collect firewood, when it is dark, he finds that the food is not ready, it is not easy to dig ice and fish, Jeff is in a hurry, Lydia and the four have already eaten dinner, and he has just started the fire.

One day, Jeff also came back to his senses.

Lydia, the woman, drove him out of the group, she must have been afraid of the revenge of the elves on the mountain!

Putting aside the plan that didn't follow, Jeff felt that he hadn't done anything wrong, and Lydia was so timid.

The short man didn't know that Liu Ci, whose eyes and ears were all over the neighborhood, knew his greed to capture her and go to the auction, not to mention Liu Ci, the short-looking Silver Wolf King would not let him go.

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At night, the cold wind poured into the camp tent, and Lydia tossed and turned and slept unsoundly, and across the humble branch wall was George, who coughed intermittently.

The mountains are inhabited.

Whether it is an elven race or another race, if they can live in the depths of the Moloch Mountains, they should have potions in their hands.

It's just that the other party avoided the mountains, presumably unwilling to deal with strangers, the team lost all their belongings, and I don't know what to use to impress the people in the mountains to exchange potions.

Lydia was tossing and turning when she noticed something unusual about her surroundings.

There is no shortage of wild animals and birds in the forest, and the noise of birds can often be heard in the middle of the night, but tonight is uncharacteristically quiet.

It's too quiet.

The female captain, who had grown up in the war, suddenly felt vigilant and quietly held the hilt of the sword that did not leave her side.

The sound of the burly swordsman's breathing across the wall also changed, and the night was strange, and she was not the only one who noticed it.

Lydia tried her best to control her heartbeat, slowing her breathing and being secretly vigilant.

After waiting for a long time to see anything strange near the camp, just as she questioned whether she was thinking too much, a gust of wind swept past the unburned campfire, bringing up scattered sparks.

Lydia is on full alert, ready to attack at any time with a full blow.

The wind swept by, but there was no unusual behavior.

"Ahh

Jeff's screams rang from across the river, and Lydia didn't even think about jumping instinctively.

She rushed out of the tent with her sword in hand, a strong hand dragging her arm.

Under the faint light of the fire, the burly swordsman's eyes were sharp: "Lydia, do you want to kill everyone?" ”

Lydia was stunned, and both of them knew that the sudden change in the riverbank that had been safe must have something to do with Jeff's actions during the day.

"Help—Lydia—Captain, help—"

Jeff's cry on the other side of the river was intermittently carried by the night wind, and it was as thin as a gossamer.

The movement was not small, Uncle Sam was awakened, trembling and crawling out of the tent, and the red-faced George also wrapped in a mage robe and came out.

“…… Did something happen to Jeff? ”

George burned groggily, and his vision across the river had already appeared.

The moonlight illuminated the glacier white, and there were many moving beast-shaped black shadows on the opposite bank.

Jeff's cries for help are weak and constant, and those sudden demonic beasts are clearly playing and torturing Jeff!

Lydia clenched the hilt of her sword, she could give up the fool for the safety of the four, but what kind of mood was the existence hidden in the darkness with the five of them? Abuse without killing, isn't it forcing her to be soft-hearted?

"Now it's Jeff, is it just the four of us next? You, Uncle Sam, George, and finally me...... If you don't save each other, you can only die one by one! ”

Lydia glared at the burly swordsman, who was not acting in a routine manner, and it was useless to expel Jeff from the team.

After a violent cough, George also spoke weakly:

"Sister, I just dreamed of Aunt Jones."

George has been in poor health since he was a child, and Lydia is busy with the livelihood of the siblings, and the person who has spent the most time with him is Mrs. Jones, Jeff's mother.

"You stay where you are, I'll go to the other side of the river."

Lydia broke free from the burly swordsman's hand and ran across the river with her sword in hand, and George stood up the collar of her mage's robe to block the cold wind and followed her sister.

Uncle Sam rubbed the top of his bald head in great embarrassment, and the burly swordsman snorted coldly, looking at the backs of the siblings who were about to cross the river and were silent, and finally followed.

- It's not worth saving Jeff with his own life, but it's even less cost-effective if two of the team members die and don't save the short one.