Hokkaiwang Town, Wharf, Vicol's house.

Bedroom on the second floor.

As the weather was gloomy and the fatigue of yesterday's battle had not yet dissipated, Vicol had just been clutching his precious badge in a deep sleep. He dreamed that he and his brother in Orion clothes were ambushing a snow deer in the bushes, as if he had returned to the old days. The dream was so real that there was a hint of a smile on the sleeping face of the snow crow.

However, just as he pulled the bowstring in his dream and was about to shoot the prey with an arrow, a panicked and violent noise suddenly broke his dream, and his thoughts were instantly pulled back to the real world.

Rubbing his eyes, he felt a dizzying headache as he was propped up by the suddenly awakened snow crow. The noise in my ears became more and more real and noisy, constantly pounding on the eardrum. Vaguely, more and more pedestrians joined in the shouting, as if the riot was spreading.

Vicol, who was woken up, was extremely irritable and annoyed, turned over and prepared to close his eyes and continue to sleep: anyway, it was just a trivial security issue such as a civil dispute, and there was no need to care. Even if there were any bullshit riots, it would be none of my business as long as they didn't involve them - after all, these out-of-town sailors would only get drunk and make trouble and gather in crowds to fight. I've heard similar news more than once or twice.

However, it didn't take long for the stereotyped prejudice of the out-of-town sailors to come to mind, and Vicor, who was trying to re-fall asleep from the noise, was once again eroded by his sleepiness and entered a trance-like dream. Just as he was about to reconnect with the beautiful dream of happily reuniting with his brother, a sentence that made him extremely sensitive suddenly drilled into his eardrums, completely pulling him out of his sleep and breaking his sleep: "Black ice is coming!"

The word black ice exploded in the brain like hot fuel, causing the snow crow's heart to beat violently and a roar to the brain. After a few seconds of confusion to understand the meaning of the word, Vicol sat up with the snow crow emblem in his hands, rubbing his numb scalp constantly: was he too tired and hallucinating?

According to my reasoning last night, the reason why the black ice mage did not spread the black ice directly into the outpost but only spread it under the outpost was because the breath of the living was too dense...... And if the black ice really spread to the streets, then how could there be so many people yelling in the entire neighborhood below his house? Constantly making excuses to comfort himself, Snow Crow closed his eyes and changed his position to go back to sleep.

However, this was not an auditory hallucination, and the screams and fleeing sounds of panic became more and more intense, and even the neighing of horses and the collapse of goods could be faintly heard. There were constant hysterical screams, and the terrible "black ice" kept emerging from the words.

No way...... No matter how much he tried to deny all this, Vicol could not ignore the attack of the black ice that so many people shouted at the same time. Sitting up abruptly with a "poof", the anxious Vicor didn't care about the violent beating of the blood vessels in his skull caused by getting up too violently, and quickly tore open the quilt.

Pulling back the heavy, dust-proof canvas curtains, Vicol lay anxiously on the edge of the bed, wiping the window grilles with his hands, and craned his neck through the frosted glass window to look out.

As his heart raced and he cast his eyes on the street, he didn't see the hell he had imagined. The streets were still paved with snow stones, and people were running in an emotional rage above, and many carts and cargo boxes were overturned to the ground. However, just as he was relieved of his anger and thought that everything was just a farce, he suddenly noticed that many of the people who were also watching from the window were looking at the spot where the crowd was running—the shore pier.

Is there black ice over there? Where shouldn't people run...... With no view of the harbor from the south window, Vicol closed the curtains in confusion and walked briskly to the other room to the north facing the bedroom.

The moment he looked out of the window, he felt a chill chill at the scene before him, and he froze in place: on the distant sea, the black ice that was smoking into the sky spread at a rapid speed, gradually approaching the harbor bay. Several ferries that had already started were not spared, and they were swallowed up by the black ice and froze solidly on the surface of the sea. The ships that had not yet left the harbor were in disarray, and people rushed down the dock with their belongings, and many were squeezed into the icy sea, but no one heeded their cries for help.

...... on the surface of the sea Seeing those who fell into the sea but were not rescued in time to be frozen in the black ice, leaving only their heads or arms exposed to the ice, Vicor stared blankly at the window, and only one thought remained in his heart: the hell descended by the Black Ice Death Grim Reaper was indeed coming, but not from land, but from the sea, which was full of ice floe.

The black ice blocked Beihaiwang, completely severing the last trace of contact between the Permafrost and the outside world, and cutting off the last supply line for the snowmen to sustain their lives. The reason why Beihaiwang has always been so important is because it is a constant source of energy to bring food and fuel from the warm sun. Without Beihaiwang's supply at sea, everyone knew what that meant - and Vicol was no exception.

If Winter's Breath can last until the black ice blocks the sea, it means that the Ice Dragon God has no power at all, and this will be the end of the frozen ground...... Recalling what he heard his brother say a long time ago, Vicor's face turned pale and his whole body began to tremble: The so-called money can't buy life, is this the situation?

No one could have imagined this. Obviously, this time we're done with it - not only can we no longer buy the lethal fuel, but even the food and fuel necessary for survival is a big problem that will be fatal sooner or later.

Despite the best efforts of Lord Mace to store them, the day will come when supplies run out. At that time, the Black Ice army will be able to easily defeat us, and we will not have to fight again to enjoy the victory. Today's situation has been completely reversed in just a few minutes, and we have been completely reluctantly reactive. The only way to avoid being starved and cold is to take the initiative and find a way to end Winter's Breath.

Cursing the Black Ice Reaper's trick of completely strangling the lifeline, Vicol staggered and turned to look at the bustling dock, and suddenly thought of something very strange: Why would the Black Ice Reaper rather spend so much effort to set traps everywhere than block the sea earlier?