When they arrived at the War Bear Tribe on the shore of Chagan Lake, it was already around eight o'clock in the evening.

In this cold winter day, the Slavs and natives of the Silyan ice field can enjoy very limited daylight hours every day, and the gray sun will slowly rise after 10 o'clock in the morning, and the sky here will gradually darken before 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

And this kind of daylight that does not snow is only half the time at most in the long winter.

In other words, even if the weather is good, the daytime here in winter is only five hours a day, and the time for Slavs to go out is limited to a few hours.

In this short time, the women had to go out and find as much fuel as possible to replenish the reserves of fuel in the tribe, and at night they would freeze to death even in the house if there was no vigorous stove.

Adult men will go out en masse, although in this winter, all kinds of prey will be much less at once, but a little fresh meat will always be better than staying in the camp and doing nothing and consuming little food in vain.

After a short five hours of daylight, without the help of that gray sun, the weather on the Silian ice sheet would have dropped at an alarming rate, eventually reaching a frightening level of minus 50 degrees.

At such moments, whether it is the beasts on the ice field or the natives such as the Slavs, they will try to go out as much as possible, and even a fool will not do such a thing as going out to hunt.

Activities at this temperature require a lot of physical strength and heat, and thus a lot of food is needed to replenish it, and the little prey that has been hunted with great difficulty often cannot even be replenished by the predator's consumption.

So at night, the whole of the Silian ice field seemed to lose all signs of life in an instant, but today, with the arrival of the legendary Tsar, everything is different.

When Mo Duo and the others came to the front of the War Bear Tribe under the thin starlight, they found that the black pressure of the human head was waiting outside the camp, and at a glance, there was no end in sight;

Although there were many of them, it was rare that these people had excellent discipline, and they waited here wrapped in thick furs, and the howling north wind blew the torches in their hands to hunt, but their eyes were full of anticipation and hope.

The little dwarf Lord Modo could see at first sight, standing at the head of the waiting crowd, the one-eyed, strong old man, and without being introduced, Modo could guess that the straight old man standing there was the most prestigious of the Slavs.

As the little dwarf and the others approached, the big shaman suddenly shouted, and the voice was very clear in the running of more than 10,000 mounts: "Slavs war bear tribe, meet His Majesty the Tsar." ”

As soon as the voice of the great shaman fell, the millions of people who could not see the edge at this glance all knelt down with the one-eyed old man, on their knees......

His Majesty the Tsar, this name, both familiar and unfamiliar to all Slavs.

Struggling to live in the Celestian Ice Field, they have heard countless times from the old people of the tribe since they were children, and this name seems to be full of magic.

In the mouths of the old men, it seemed that their lives would be better if His Majesty the Tsar appeared, and that they would not have to send the strongest warriors of the tribe to fight as mercenaries, and at the cost of terrible casualties, they would only return food that would allow the tribe to survive.

The climate of the Celian Ice Sheet is too harsh, and the production here alone cannot feed so many people, and everyone is obviously very unwilling to be a mercenary, but in order not to let the old and young of the tribe starve to death in large numbers in winter, what can they do except to be mercenaries.

While they have endured all this in silence year after year, they can only give all their hopes to the astrologer Kalinin Great Sage Prophecy, and those things that seem extremely funny and absurd to those human beings who live in a warm land have almost become the spiritual sustenance of the Slavs from generation to generation, and the motivation to grit their teeth and persevere.

Finally, a thousand years after the prophecy of the astrologer Kalinin, the most revered great shaman of the War Bear tribe announced that His Majesty the Great Tsar had appeared.

It's just that when everyone saw this legendary Tsar, they couldn't help but chuckle in their hearts, the figure they had been waiting for for a thousand years was actually a little dwarf who didn't have a head yet, and the girls in the clan had a high chest......

Worries, disappointments, and frustrations are irrepressible in their hearts, and their hearts are filled with anxiety when they think of their future fate.

However, it only took two days, and everyone was full of confidence in His Majesty the little dwarf Modo, and the legendary Tsar His Majesty was indeed not something that ordinary people like them could guess and suspect.

As for the reason why these Slavs changed their minds so quickly, it was just that His Majesty the little tsar, the little dwarf, Modo, had once again succeeded in a handful of local tyrants.

First of all, on the night of his arrival, the War Bear Tribe held a grand welcome dinner for the arrival of His Majesty the Tsar;

In the spirit of coming over this time, the little dwarf who originally intended to express his gratitude to the Slavs, in front of countless pairs of eyes, took out a large amount of materials that these soil buns from the Silian Ice Field could not have dreamed of at the dinner party.

There were 3,000 tons of grain of all kinds, and a small mountain was piled up in front of everyone's eyes, and the snow-white refined salt, the soft cotton cloth, and the delicate and practical daily necessities, these things were not precious things if they were taken out alone, but each of them was a number that they could not even imagine.

As for all kinds of sophisticated weapons and armor, these steel collars themselves produce amazing things, and the little gnomes are even more generous and terrifying, directly in front of the eyes of the Slavs, poured out of the ground.

In the end, what the little dwarf took out was what the Slavs regarded as their lives in the future, a whole hundreds of thousands of catties of Red Star Wodega, which were almost the same, and they were all the stocks in the Modo Space Ring.

When the intoxicating aroma of wine began to permeate the scene of the dinner, all the Slavs boiled, and they shouted: "Your Majesty Tsar Modo, Ulla. This cheer from the heart began to drink.

Then with one meal, they wiped out hundreds of thousands of spirits......