There were no more surprises along the dreary journey, and occasionally a few beasts that pounced out of the dirty snowdrifts or the shadowy woods were killed by the Quaids. But it was the continuous snowstorm that prevented them from returning.

The fresh snow falling from the sky had already buried the footprints left by the Quaid warriors, and if it weren't for the chieftain who had left a few experienced veterans with obvious marks on the places they had walked through, they might have lost their way in the harsh wind and snow.

The cold wind whistling through it turned every snowflake into a dangerously sharp weapon. Several Quaid warriors were accidentally blown off the hood of their cloaks by the wind, and the rough skin that was exposed was cut. Bright red droplets of blood oozed out of the narrow wound, and in the blink of an eye, they were frozen by the icy temperature, clotting into dark red blood clots.

"Chief, I think I should find a place to escape this damn blizzard. "Seeing that several of the dwarf horses were getting more and more difficult to walk, one of them had just run away from the wind and snow. A warrior with a large gray beard immediately shouted with his hands on his hood and his mouth against Sparin's head. The dwarf-like beard hung straight down to his chest, three bright silver metal rings snapped near his neck, splitting the beard into three bundles. The most impressive thing is that his three bundles of beard have been braided into small braids, but now the bottom of the braid is missing a section out of thin air, making him look very strange.

"You're right. If we go any further, our strength will soon be exhausted. Looking at the few dwarf horses that had been calmed down by the clansmen with great difficulty, the chief immediately shook his beard, which had been covered with a layer of frost armor. After two white gases erupted from his nostrils covered by a reddish-brown beard, Oops roared intermittently with one hand on the hood. Quite unlike Rigga's madness, Chief Spain's madness consumed a lot of blood and stamina in his body. Even though his body was as strong as a tyrant like Snow Bear, he would remain in this weak state until he had produced enough blood.

"Let's go to the right, and there is a cave not far away where we can rest. The cleared Greybeard warrior immediately roared, the sound of a metal pound coming out of his chest for everyone to hear the chief's decision.

The warriors immediately began to bend their strong arms and pull the halters of the dwarves and pull them to the right. Even the wounded lying on the sleigh struggled to push on the ground with their intact arms and legs, as if to contribute their strength. Everyone in the party wanted to find the cave as quickly as possible and then enjoy the warmth in front of the scorching flames.

The Graybeard Warrior moved his legs and took the initiative to the front of the group. His tired, wrinkled eyes searched his vision, searching for the location of the cave. Graybeard had guided a large number of Terran mercenaries into the ice fields, and he claimed to be able to remember the terrain around the tribe with his eyes closed.

The blizzard whistled in the sky, and the snow it blew down on Graybeard's exposed face, quickly turning his skin a pale cyan. Immediately afterwards, the snowflakes scratched the fragile skin, leaving a series of visible wounds on it. But the old warrior with Greybeard did not react to this, and his wise and tired eyes still scanned around steadily, and finally found the cave in his memory.

"There it is! I found it. The old soldier's beard shook exaggeratedly, and three pigtails swayed from side to side as he spoke. He let out the cheerful 'cluck' of a hen after laying eggs, and his fingers, wrapped in a layer of deerskin, were raised to point to a hidden corner. "Two huge rocks sandwich the two sides of the hole, it looks like a woman's **!" The excitement that welled up in his heart made Graybeard make a rude joke. But the playful joke made the Quaid warriors behind him more energetic, and even some of the wounded let out a good-natured, lewd laugh.

It wasn't until the Quid warriors in front of them ran into the gap between the two boulders in front of the cave at the same speed that they began to marvel at what a perfect place to hide from the wind and snow. The cave is surrounded by coiled pine trees of various shapes and tall, hard rocks that just shelter from the cold wind blowing around. The only road that could pass through the cold wind was less than two feet wide, just enough to block the sleds dragged by dwarf horses.

"Come here!" said the Greybeard Warrior cheerfully at the front. The closer he got to the cave, the higher his mood grew. "Soon we'll be able to avoid this blizzard!"

The warriors quickened their pace, and the snow squeaked beneath their feet, but it was not far before it was mrowned by the howl of the cold wind. A dozen warriors quickly passed through the slit and followed the Greybeard warrior towards the entrance of the cave. But then an unexpected accident happened.

Several dwarf horses following them suddenly went into a frenzy. Instead of taking a step forward, the stocky animals struggled to retreat, trying to get the Quaid warriors to let go of their reins.

"There's danger!! The change in the pony caused the chief's pupils to contract violently, and he opened his throat to howl vigorously. "Come back, there's something in the cave. But the howling wind drowned out the shout, and all that reached Brownbeard's ears was a few stumbling, inaudible noises.

Just as the old warrior looked back to hear more clearly, a behemoth suddenly pounced out of the cave. Its massive body was wrapped in a foul wind of hot wind, and its icy blue fur made the beast that rushed out look like a bolt of blue lightning.

Brownbeard Cotton was easily thrown to the ground, and the sharp claws of the beast easily cut through several layers of fur on his body, directly clasping into the flesh, causing the old warrior to cry out in pain. Just as the beast was about to bite off the Greybeard's throat, a Quaid warrior finally roared and rushed over, his spear stabbing heavily into the beast's abdomen. The tip of the hard metal spear sliced through the beast's fur with difficulty, then pierced it like a blunt-tipped wooden knife cut through raw meat. Eventually, the spear got stuck in the beast's thick layer of fat, unable to move any further.

The pain brought the beast back to its senses, and it immediately gave up trying to bite Cotton's throat. As several weapons slashed at its body almost simultaneously, the air-piercing tone made the beast feel mortally dangerous. "Whew!" the beast howled angrily, and leaped from the ground with a quick bend of its limbs, its sharp claws grasping the bumps in the rock, and leaping onto the tall rock to the left of the cave.

When Brownbeard Cotton scrambled to his feet, grabbed his tomahawk and tried to fight, all that remained of the beast was a vanishing blue figure in the eyes of the Quaids. It leaped swiftly off the rocks and ran quickly into the distance.

"What kind of monster is that? Gard, standing next to Cotton with his sword in his hands, stammered. "I even totally ...... Didn't see it in action. ”

"It's the blue-striped wolf. It was still Cotton who answered him, and the old soldier was grinning and caressing his wounds, inhaling and changing his tone strangely. "An astonishing beast of speed, and at the same time the favorite domesticated beast of the Frost Barbarians. ”

After driving away the blue-striped wolf, a dozen uneasy warriors entered the cave first and searched carefully. It wasn't until he was sure that there was no more danger in the cave that the chief entered with the rest of the Quaid warriors, and even the panicked dwarfs were pulled in by the strong warriors.

To Graybeard's surprise, Brown and a few warriors discovered a small hot spring while searching the huge cave. It is the warm spring water that keeps coming up that makes the depths of the cave feel a warmth that is completely incompatible with winter. "No wonder the wolf is here and won't leave. After seeing this hot spring, Cotton, who was bandaging his wounds, immediately said with a wonderful face.

When the warriors saw this, they immediately rushed over to take a sip of the warm spring, but Graybeard stopped them. "Stop! You bastards, be careful not to muddy it. In fact, his advice was quite effective, because there were all kinds of sediment scattered underneath the hot springs, and if you were not careful, you would drink the mud with the choking smell of sulfur.

Riga joined the group to drink water, and when it was his turn, he gently scooped up half a glass of spring water from the small pool, which was already half missing. The faint smell of sulfur made Riga a little uncomfortable, but his frozen and stiff body urged him to drink the hot water in his hand violently.

When the spring water reached her throat, Riga's blue face relaxed. The smell of the hot spring water was a little salty and a little spicy, and the faint smell of sulfur not only did not irritate his throat, but instead shook his spirit, and the fatigue after the battle was also shaken off a lot. Then the spring water entered his stomach, causing Riga to feel a wave of comfort and warmth.

In addition to drinking the hot spring water, the chief had a few Quaid warriors tear down the blue-striped wolf's lair, as the soft foliage of its building was a good material for starting a fire. The rest of the warriors also cut down some dead branches outside the cave and dragged them in, as he ordered. This caused seven or eight fires to be lit in the cave in no time. The warriors took out the stored meat and grilled it on the fire. A few warriors with metal helmets used them to scoop up some of the hot spring water, intending to make a pot of delicious broth.

Riga and Gal are with Graybeard Warrior Cotton, who is still happy to make soup with his helmet despite being wounded. And the old soldier still did it himself, because according to him, only he knew what real cooking was.

Under the greedy eyes of several young warriors, Cotton first boiled the spring water in his helmet, and then took out the short knife at his waist and cut a piece of good meat from the beast into a hot 'soup pot'. Small pieces of animal meat tumble in boiling water and are quickly cooked. Strips of whitish flesh tumbled in the helmet, scenting the air, but Cotton didn't allow the Riga to do it.

"Little bastard, where is this pot of soup for us to drink? Graybeard laughed and scolded with a clean stick that had been stripped of the bark on Gar's hand, who wanted to steal it. But his own eyes couldn't help but drift to the helmet, and being able to drink a sip of hot soup in such cold weather was nothing more than a wonderful thing to pray to the gods. So, after less than five breaths, Graybeard took out his spoon and passed it through the pot of broth.

The salt in the hot springs kept Cotton from putting salt in the soup, and he couldn't find a few plants to flavor during the winter when everything was dead. The single-flavored hot soup quickly disappeared in the throats of several people, leaving them feeling extremely soothing. Even the exhaustion in the body seems to be melted by the hot soup unconsciously, and disappear without a trace.