In the northwest of Shanyue country, there is a vast plateau. Except for the Gobi Desert in the far north, there are fertile grasslands in the south and east. Most of the people who live here make a living from herding.

Under the invasion of cold air from the north, the winter on the plateau always comes relatively early. When heavy snow comes, the plateau becomes a place of danger. Hungry beasts, hordes raiding the herders around the plateau.

In the middle of the plateau, stands a huge tower called the Star Tower. I don't know how many years it has stood on the plateau, and its whole body is made of bronze water, like a black sword straight to the sky. It was surrounded by a huge light shield, and even the heavy wind and snow could not invade the surroundings of the star tower.

The surrounding herdsmen regard it as the place where the gods are and revere the anomaly. When winter comes, the herders will drive their herds. Come to the surroundings of the Star Tower in order to survive the most difficult winter on the plateau.

In the wind and snow, several herdsmen are rushing forward desperately with their herds. With a soft thud, the wooden axle broke in the extremely cold climate. The old herdsman led by him, his face was clear, but his body was still strong, and his horse galloped as if he was in his prime.

He looked at the cart that fell to the ground, sighed helplessly, and said, "Don't want anything heavy, hurry up." ”

A young herdsman caught up from behind and said, "Daddy, why don't you stay for a day?" In one night, I was able to fix the car. "No, it's getting worse and worse. We need to get to the bottom of the tower as soon as possible. ”

The old herdsman could faintly hear the terrible roar coming from the wind, and his face became even more solemn. His young son's eyelids jumped as he looked at the piles of animal skins on the cart. "Daddy, this year, is it in vain? The young herdsman exclaimed.

"Balatu, don't worry about this, this year's fierce beast herd is a little abnormal, we have to live first. When the old herdsman finished speaking, he paid no attention to his son. He rode forward and went to another older herdsman to determine the course of his journey.

The young Balatu dismounted, selected some of the best leathers in the cart, and picked up his mount. At this moment, there was a terrible noise in the sky. Balatu couldn't help but raise his head, and he was surprised to see a dazzling golden light, which cut an arc through the air and smashed into the distance.

There was a loud bang, and the ground trembled. The frightened herd began to scatter and flee. Balatu crawled to his feet, ignoring his curiosity, and hurriedly pulled his frightened horse.

Fortunately, this old horse has been trained for a long time. Balatu patted the horse's head lightly, allowing it to slowly quiet down. When the trembling of the ground had stopped, Baratu hurriedly turned on his horse and went after the fleeing herd.

"Balatu, don't go, the herd is coming, run away. His father turned around and cried out. Unfortunately, the whistling of the wind and snow overshadowed his voice.

The old herdsman looked in the direction of his son. Without a moment's pause, he jerked his whip heavily, and the horse hurriedly chased after him.

Balatu was in the wind and snow, chased for a while, and then lost his direction. The wind and snow wrapped the heavens and the earth, and it looked like a white expanse on all sides. He is still too young, and perhaps, in a few years, he will be able to recognize the direction in the wind and snow.

At that moment, Baratu heard a strange noise. He turned his horse's head and ran toward it. The smell of blood came, and the old horse was frightened. It screamed and stood up, and the defenseless Balatu was slammed to the ground.

By the time Balatu came to his senses, the old horse had already run away without a trace. He was in pain all over his body, and it took him a while before he got up from the ground. A terrible roar made Balatu's hairs stand on end.

He drew his dagger and looked ahead with full vigilance. Three snow wolves the size of calves slowly approached. They stared greedily at Balatu with blood-red eyes.

In the distance, the howls that came from time to time were getting closer and closer. It seems that it has really encountered a group of fierce beasts, and now, it is really troublesome. Balatu looked around and saw a small dirt bag not far away.

The wind and snow kept lapping his face, and Baratu ran forward desperately. The three snow wolves were in hot pursuit, and with each run of the road, Baratu would turn back. He shouted and swung his dagger to force the snow wolf back.

After repeating this several times, Balatu finally ran to the small dirt bag. He was a little exhausted and leaned on the small dirt bag, panting constantly, and the three snow wolves opposite him also stuck out their tongues.

They haven't eaten for a long time, and they look skinny. The strong hunger makes the snow wolf no longer afraid of the short knife in the hands of the herdsmen. They roared and slowly pressed forward. In the distant wind and snow, more of their companions are coming.

With a roar, a snow wolf could not hold back, and it pounced on Balatu first. He flashed to the side, and the short knife in his hand struck the snow wolf's front paws at once. Blood splattered, and before the wounded snow wolf could get up, it was thrown to the ground by its murderous companions.

Balatu looked at the bloody scene in front of him, and his heart was even more terrified. These wolves are so hungry that they don't let go of anything. The smell of blood made the other fierce beasts quickly approach.

After a while, Balatu saw countless snow wolves in the wind and snow around him. The terrible howls came and went, and Baratu's heart was cold. Just when he was desperate, a horse with a hood on his head rushed in.

His old father cried out, "Balatu, get on your horse." The old herdsman swung his long pole and struck the wolves around him desperately. He stepped off his horse, smelled the beast, and neighed uneasily.

Balatu hurriedly ran and jumped on his horse. The old herdsman pulled his horse's head and was about to gallop away. In the midst of the herd, a terrible snow bear stood up, like a wall, blocking its way.

It roared, and with a single palm it flew the horse away. The father and son also fell heavily to the ground. "How can there be a snow bear here, great star tower, please save your people. The old herdsman shuddered and folded his hands and prayed.

"Daddy, it's all my fault. Otherwise... Balatu looked at it with a look of despair, and the terrible snow bear, wriggling its huge body, came slowly. The wolves around did not dare to take a step closer.

"Ask what kind of place this is, where is the southwest. A crisp voice suddenly sounded. Balatu saw a young man walking slowly.

In the wind and snow, the man only wore a blue single coat, and his arms were open. Holding an iron rod with a thick bowl mouth in his right hand, he patted the wind and snow off his head with his hand, and shouted softly, "Get out." ”

The giant bear and the wolves were like predators. With a wail, he fled without a trace. The person who came was Zhen Haizi, and he glanced at the function device on his wrist again, and the data on it was all confused.

Zhen Haizi couldn't help frowning and said: "This let me go there to find it, this hellish place, the function device can't be used." The father and son on the side seemed to wake up from a dream.

The old herdsman mustered up his courage and spoke after a while: "Excuse me, Your Excellency is the star official on the Star Tower. As soon as he said this, the eyes of Balatu beside him flashed, and he looked at this god-like man with reverence.

Next to the Star Tower. A horde of terrible beasts is like locusts, gathering more and more. Unlike previous years, they slowly approached the light shield of the Star Tower. There was a loud bang, and two figures on the side of the light mask appeared.

A fierce beast stood up and roared dissatisfiedly, "Your Star Tower is not involved in the gods, why are you still blocking my way." On the other side of it, a young silver-haired young man said coldly: "Aojun, most of the northwest has been returned to you, and you are not satisfied. Our master is in retreat, and you think that there is no one in our Star Tower. ”

The beast roared in dissatisfaction, its form changing from time to time. In an instant, seven or eight forms appeared. The fierce beast herd like a black cloud crushing the city also began to roar, and they slowly approached the Star Tower.

The silver-haired young man's face showed a solemn expression, and he raised the staff in his hand. Even if he knew that he couldn't stop such a large number of beasts, he would have to fight hard. At this moment, a light appeared on the star tower.

A voice sounded, "Proud monarch, I haven't seen you for a long time, but I would like to come up and see you." When the beast heard this, the hair on its back stood on end. After a while, it stood up and smiled softly, "Star Lord, I heard that you are unwell, and I wanted to see you." Now, now that you're okay, I still have a lot of work to do, so I'll take my leave. ”

In the star tower, a brown-haired young man is standing in front of a transparent window. He looked at the herd of beasts below and allowed him to retreat. There was no smile on the young man's face, he returned to the copywriter and wrote today's events carefully on a stone tablet.

After a while, the young man, who had finished writing, got up and came to a huge map. He picked up a red pen and drew the latest on the map.

On this map of the divine realm, the chaotic red lines divide the map into many small pieces. The young man finished the red line in the northwest corner and looked at it carefully. Compared to a while ago, there are fewer and fewer undivided areas.

The brown-haired young man frowned and sighed softly, "Why, the teacher doesn't want to be a god." ”