I don't know how long I stayed in the dimly lit shelter, but when the shrill sound of the wind like a ghost's whimper began to subside, Riga, who was sitting on her fur and napping because of fatigue, suddenly woke up and trembled her left calf in confusion. The movement in the confined space immediately woke up the companions who snuggled together, and the warriors woke up from their slumber.

Gently lifting the hood that covered her head, Riga carefully reached out and used her two expanding fingers to make a gap between the fur. The cold wind that poured in from outside immediately hit the Quaid man's face, making him completely sober while shivering.

The sunlight leaking through the gaps in the snow clouds made the sky brighter again, and even hunters could tell the moment by the location of Esdell in the scorching sun. "God forbid. Spotting that the brightest point of light was a palm's width from the western horizon, Riga immediately let out a long breath of relaxation, completely expelling the warm but turbid gas from his chest.

As the cold, seemingly frozen air poured down their throats and into their lungs, the Quaid immediately began to cough violently. His ribcage swelled and compressed like a blower of skin, and it wasn't until Riga's rocky shoulders began to shake that Quaid could resist the pins and needles from his lungs.

Wiping the slime from her nose with her hands, Riga tore the fur that was lying on the branches to protect herself from the cold as the Quaid warriors watched. The cold wind and snowflakes pouring in from the rift immediately made the others shiver and wrap their cloaks tighter, but they stood up from the ground firmly, exhaled the cloudy air in their chests, and moved their stiff feet on the hard ground.

Riga picked up the snow on the ground and rubbed her face vigorously to recover from her stupe. The other Quaid warriors also learned his movements, clearing their minds as quickly as possible. Even the seriously injured Rayso reached out and grabbed a pinch of snow and slowly wiped it on the tip of his tongue to make himself more conscious.

"Let's go, we still have some time. Rubbing the melted snow off his face with a square brown linen, Riga rubbed a handful of cold, blue faces, and 'spiritedly' stuffed them into the cracks of the leather bracers. The previous preparation had only taken them less than a prayer, so Riga felt that they would have at least seven hourglasses to make their way. (Including the three hourglass hours of the Silver Moon and the three hourglass hours of the Red Moon.) ）

Removing the fur from the branches and shaking off the snow that had accumulated on them, Riga put them away and set out on their journey again. Although the wind and snow still wreak havoc on the ice fields, this is not enough for the Quaid to stop them.

Walking through the cedar forest with a long cloak, Riga hunched into the cloak held the sword weight ball in his hand, his unhooded head spinning around, scanning any corner where his enemies might be hidden. The cold wind made his golden head dance, dragging it back for a long time, exposing his unprotected ears, but the hunter didn't care. Because the further he went, the more relieved he became. From the otherwise flat snow, the Quaid people have seen obvious traces. The flurry of footprints and tracks belonged to his people, the Quaid warriors who had fled to the abandoned fortress.

"Looks like that mysterious guy didn't deceive us. Gal, who was walking behind Riga on a stretcher, stopped with the hunter's footsteps, and then his eyes swept over the snow, and he let out a happy breath of hot air, and said in an uncontrollable tone. "Our people have really walked through here. ”

A relaxed laugh erupted from the Quaid warriors' mouths, and they finally let go of the burden in their hearts at this moment. The red-haired boy Reilly even danced happily, exposing his face, flushed with excitement, to the cold wind. He stepped on the snow alternately to the beat of an old song, drawing irregular circles on the snowflakes as they rose from boiling water.

"Alright, alright. Seeing that the red-haired young man wanted to jump again, Riga finally interrupted him. "Let's celebrate when we find our people. As he spoke, he swung his fist as hard as a sledgehammer against a felt.

"Imagine a hot barbecue, a frothy ale, and a soup with an enticing aroma. The hunter shouted in the snow. "We'll be able to enjoy the food soon, but not now. ”

Riga's shouts brought the warriors back to their senses and began to move forward again, but the atmosphere in the ranks was lively, and even Reso, who was sullen from his injuries, joked with his companions.

Walk along the trails in the forest. The scorching sun in the sky was two hours away, and the hunter finally walked out of the pine forest with his companions. The sight suddenly changed from dim to bright, which caused Riga and the others to cover their eyes. The long-term whiteness of the pupils dazzled them, but the strange black fortress that stood like a giant beast on the empty flat ground was so conspicuous.

"Damn, is this an abandoned fortress?" said Galmon, his mouth wide open, letting the cold wind pour into his throat and a shrill voice coming out of his nose. "I've never seen anything so majestic. ”

When Riga appeared at the edge of the flatland, they were immediately spotted by Quaid warriors patrolling around. Most of these warriors who ride the sturdy Balkin dwarfs are thinner, after all, this allows the dwarfs to run faster and farther.

"Who are you?" the two patrolmen asked from afar. They were about a hundred yards from the Rigaga, and they controlled the horses under them to spin around. The hunter's eyes narrowed slightly, and he roughly deduced that they were there to protect themselves from being attacked by bows and arrows.

"I'm Gal. It was Gal who replied, after all, he had made the most friends in the tribe. The brown-haired warrior handed the stretcher into the hands of his companions, and then shouted angrily, "Partson, you blind stupid pig, you who thinks on your knees!

When the familiar sound reached the ears of the patrolmen, they let their guard down and quickly whipped their horses. "Gal, my brother. The Quaid warrior called Palson shouted loudly, but the next words were pushed back into his stomach by the cold wind, and it was not until he got close that he came back out. "It's really good that you're okay. ”

The dark-brown warrior jumped off his horse and hugged Gal hard. His thick arms tightened with excitement, and it wasn't until the Quid man was almost out of breath that he loosened apologetically. Lehehe rubbed his beard with ice slag on Gal's neck and laughed loudly, "You're so lucky to be alive." ”

And when he noticed the tallest Riga, the strong, but not very tall Parson, was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then he bowed his head and saluted the hunter respectfully. His hands let go of his weapon and his whip, and folded them on his chest. "Riga, respected Snow Ape Slayer, welcome back. ”

No matter how much Riga asked Parson about the reason for his esteem, the Quaid warrior didn't answer for the rest of the day. After taking them not far from the fortress, the two patrolmen with horses returned to the border.

When they were close enough, everyone could see the fortress for what it really was. The massive fortress was at least forty feet tall and was not yet made of rock. It was built decades ago by the Quaid people with huge blocks of ice. However, time had already worn away the glory of the fortress, leaving the Spaine tribe with only a ruined wall.

The buildings inside the fortress were almost completely destroyed, and even the remaining section of the wall was in ruins. But the sturdy igloos built in the thick walls gave the Quaid a place to live and prevent them from sleeping in the bitter cold wilderness.

ps: Thank you Zichuan for the evaluation votes of his East Gate book friends and the reward of Yifeng scholars yesterday. I'll try my best to make the chapters look better.