Time flies, and the time for travelers to stop gradually becomes longer. There are still many travelers coming and going under the high walls of the northern border.

The clash of iron tools caused the crisp sound to come faintly from the bottom of the long valley, and people either walked in groups or in groups, and the bustling sound gradually became one after another under the valley.

The rickety grotto whistled with the howling of the cold wind - the rhythm of nature was particularly melancholy.

People on the road are looking for hope, and the rainbow light behind the high walls will always give people warmth.

When the heavy footsteps quickened again, the lights in the distance became more and more dazzling.

The horse dragging the thick cart let out a wheezing breath, its nostrils were misty with fatigue, the muscles of its neck swayed up and down against the rope, and its mane was blown by the cold wind, and it whispered softly from time to time, as if it needed rest and care.

The whip was raised high behind its back, and its owner did not want it to slow down.

They had to go to the city in the cold sky at night. The cold wind of the north will only really show its bone-scraping coldness at night, and if you are one step slower and fail to enter the city, I am afraid it will be difficult to survive the cold of the night.

Time passed little by little, and the traveler's eyes slowly reflected the high wall in the distance, and there were several people standing under the hazy eyes, wearing sharp armor and holding silver spears, cautiously inspecting the surrounding grass and trees.

"Drive!" ——

The whip drew a white line over the horses, and a loud crackling sound resounded under the high walls.

It didn't take long for the carriage to slowly pull into the checkpoint.

"Wait a minute! What's on the car! The soldier in charge of the patrol waved his gun and blocked the moving carriage.

"It's all miscellaneous things, Master Jun!" The traveler responded flatteringly, his eyes full of supplication.

After a few clanging searches, the traveler and his carriage were able to enter the city, and the safety on his face symbolized that he did not have to sleep in the wilderness at night.

After a while, the narrow streets of the city came into view, and after a little abrupt glance, the traveler drove towards a restaurant, which was not surprising that there were not many pedestrians on the streets, after all, the population of the Far North was much smaller.

There are only a few stalls on the left and right, and most of the people guarding the stalls are elderly. Braving the biting cold wind, his rickety hands lifted black carbon ball-like food in the air. Every passing traveler will be greeted with expectant glances.

Many people will choose to ignore it, and drive the horses under their crotches to walk away without hesitation, at this time - the owners of those stalls will be full of loss, and their hands will keep rubbing the "black charcoal" in their hands

However, no matter how hard they try, the "black charcoal" will only get dirtier and dirtier. Eventually, they will give up rubbing and bring the "black charcoal" in their hands to their shriveled lips.

A mouthful of black teeth bit down, "Knock! Knock! The sound would come from some corner of the street.

They seem to be full of everything, but they actually have nothing. But even so, what is already dirty in the eyes of others will be regarded as a life-saving straw.

The folded chin floated a few times before a sigh came out of his mouth.

The expression looked ugly, and his eyes began to look at the traveler on the street unconsciously, and he quickly picked up a "black charcoal" from the stall in his hand and looked at the traveler passing by, and kept handing it over. It wasn't until the man walked away that he reluctantly withdrew his hand again.

Such a picture symbolizes that not all refugees in the Cold Wind Fortress are treated like Zhang Lin and them. If it weren't for the armbands of the Dawn Valley army when they were rescued, they would have been the same after receiving them—throwing them a few cartloads of "black charcoal" to fend for themselves.

Some people may ask why they don't find a place to warm up in such cold weather.

- So when someone does ask about it, they will show a bitter expression, and the corners of their mouths will lightly draw a slightly drooping smile.

Silently shaking their heads at the questioners, there will be a faint glint in their eyes, and perhaps they will raise their eyes to look at the chickadees flying in the sky and bring their thoughts to the mountains and rivers millions of miles away.

Fortunately, the current season is not yet the coldest winter, and although the nights in early autumn are cold, they will not freeze to death.

Most of the old people who set up these stalls are refugees who have been exiled in the past, and they have no labor force when they move into their new homes, and they can barely support themselves until now by relying on the food and clothing provided by the local army here.

In order to survive, the aborigines here gave them these wooden carts loaded with "black charcoal".

If good fortune fools the illiterate travelers, then they will have a decent meal, and if they can't buy one, they won't starve to death if they hold and eat themselves. When it's really cold, you can spend it safely on the wooden cart......

The perspective shifted from these "vendors", and the joyful traveler finally arrived at the door of a restaurant.

Carefully settled the horses in the stable in front of the door, and prepared to step on the door.

"Guest officer, please!" When the shopkeeper saw someone coming to the door, he also greeted him very warmly.

The traveler's gaze first looked at the shopkeeper, and then looked deeper into the store from the shopkeeper's body.

The simple furnishings were quickly reflected in the eyes of the travelers, except for some simple food placed in the corner of the building, the whole restaurant was only the word "wine" was the most eye-catching.

Retracting his gaze, he casually patted his body a few times, shook the dust off his shoulders, and then walked in with anticipation.

The store was also quite lively, almost full, and the traveler finally found a seat in the corner after a long time of patrolling.

The shopkeeper also caught up with the footsteps and followed.

After a brief conversation that followed, the two sides also understood each other's thoughts, and the traveler officially bid farewell to the absurd wilderness life.

In a cozy atmosphere, time can always feel short.

It's finally a new day for the Stormhold.

Today's weather is unexpectedly faceless, and the uninhibited wind tears the surroundings of the city.

On the narrow streets, wooden carts laden with "black charcoal" let out a "creaking" wail.

Several elderly people were forced to snuggle up under the wooden cart wrapped in coarse cloth, shivering.

From time to time, there will be a few bursts of air roaring in the high air in the distance,—— and the sound of "boom" will come quickly with the flickering of dark clouds.

The thunderstorm shook the sky over the entire Cold Wind Fortress, and an ominous aura also hit from above.

At the Coldwind Fortress Headquarters—

Verder was holding a cigarette with a leisurely face, accompanied by the sound of "Siha", and his whole face began to swallow clouds and spitting fog.

It didn't take long for the house to fill the room with the smell of fireworks.

"Bang ......"

There were several knocks at the door.

"Who?!" Verder's body was startled at first, and the cigarette in his hand also accidentally fell in the process of being frightened. Looking at the cigarette butt lying on the ground, a hint of impatience appeared on Furder's face.

"Commander, it's me!" Kanze, who was standing in the doorway, said with his glasses leaning.

Hearing the familiar voice, Verde had no choice but to put away his anger, shook his head with his hand against his forehead and said:

"Come in......"

As the door was pushed open, Verder, who was sitting on his back in his armchair, spoke again:

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Kanze didn't hesitate, his right hand lightly pressed the frame of his glasses and said:

"Did you hear the thunderstorm outside?"

"Do you think I have a physical handicap?"

Verder put on a serious look, Kanzer didn't pay attention to Furder's expression, and the lenses in his eye sockets flashed another light in the dark corner.

"The Raging Dragon is coming...... You've guessed it right, these people from Dawn Valley are causing us a lot of trouble......"

Kanze's tone fell, and Verde, who was sitting leisurely in the chair at first, immediately showed a hesitant look. My body also began to stiffen.

The thunder continued to resound, and the two people in the room were silent for a long time.

"How long can the supplies in the city last?" After a moment of silence, Verde said with a long sigh.

Kanzer also frowned, flipped through the record book he took out from time to time.

"Enough to hold out until the cold of winter."

Hearing this, Verder sighed first, and his expression became much more relaxed.

——

Pulling over the high wall, the dark clouds soared above with the dancing of the wind, the thorny lightning whipped on the top of the mountain, and the thunder shook the sky like the roar of an angry dragon.

But the dark sky didn't bring a trace of rain, instead it was hail the size of a projectile.

"Bang dang!" The sound was densely scattered throughout the city. The sound of glass breaking can also be heard from certain corners of the city from time to time.

In the barracks, Beimenyu and his party, who had noticed the danger early in the morning, began to organize soldiers to help the people in various parts of the city before the thunderstorm was about to fall.

The soldiers held thick shields in their hands, and the hail hit the shields with a crisp concussive sound. The soldiers endured the soreness of the concussion and protected those who had not yet had time to escape.

Back to the command room again.

Kanzer's conversation with Verder doesn't seem to be over yet.

"They really had a surprise for us." Verder teased helplessly.

"What are we going to do now?" Kanzer's face showed unease.

Verder was silent for a moment, for a moment he was not entirely sure of the impending danger.

The sound of exploding hail continued to linger in my ears, and the windows were also struck and let out a "bell" cry. The cold wind approached through the cracks and crashed against Verder's beard.

The two were silent for a long time without saying a word, and then, Verder put on his coat, and Kanzer followed him tacitly.

The figures of the two came to the residence of Zhang Lin and the others accompanied by the guards.

"Squeak-" As the back of the door was gently pushed open, Zhang Lin looked at the hesitant Furder at the door with a blank face.

It took a moment for Mu Leng to show an embarrassed smile.

"Commander Verder, are you looking for me?"

Looking at Zhang Lin, who was at a loss, Verde first sighed, then took off his coat and handed it to the non-commissioned officer behind him. Along with him was Kanzer behind him.

Kanzer habitually pushed his slightly lowered glasses, and the corners of his eyes carefully examined the furnishings in the room through the thick lenses.

"There's something I really need to ask you." Verder said as he walked towards the house.

After a while, there were a few people standing in the already small room.

"The commander is polite, just ask, I must know everything, know everything." Zhang Lin's words still had a slight smile in them. Still didn't feel Verder's downfall.

Kanze, who was standing on one side, really couldn't look at it, and opened his mouth straightforwardly:

"We're about to be in trouble, and you can still laugh."

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Lin was also confused, and his eyes looked at Furder, who bowed his head slightly.

"Commander Verder......?"

Verder had no choice but to ask:

"Can you hear the thunderstorm outside?"

After saying that, Zhang Lin looked out the window, the roar still resounded from time to time, and the hail was still tearing the ground like before. Zhang Lin's eyes reflected the surroundings outside the window, and then nodded with doubt.

"Isn't this normal weather in the north? Born in the Far East, I never had ......."

Before the words fell, Fried raised his eyes and said again, and in the ensuing conversation, Zhang Lin finally realized that the danger was coming......