A few days later, Richard led his army back to Great Xia.

After meeting with Richard and the others, Xia Qi rewarded them, including kobolds.

All this seemed normal, but then Xia Qi summoned Richard over.

"Richard, I'll just ask, for those kobolds, you should know better than me, will they rebel?"

Today's Richard, whose loyalty has reached eighty-eight points, is already a trustworthy and loyal minister.

At this time, in the face of Xia Qi's question, Richard thought for a while and then said: "Kobolds bully the weak and fear the hard, and like to rely on the strong, that is, to find a backer for themselves, under normal circumstances, they don't have the courage to rebel, unless they ......"

Speaking of this, Richard's voice paused, but Xia Qi, who was sitting on the main seat, already understood.

"Unless we face an enemy stronger than us, right?"

"Yes." Richard nodded.

After Richard said this, Xia Qi also knew about this kobold tribe, and then shifted his gaze to Xiao's body.

"Xiao, I heard that you seem to know a lot about the affairs of that bitter cold land."

Hearing this, Xiao answered Xia Qi's question.

The land of bitter cold, where snow falls all year round, there were once barbarians who went deep into it, but none of them returned, so the land of bitter cold was also regarded as a cursed place by the barbarians.

Hearing Xiao say this, Xia Qi no longer put this bitter cold place on his body, a place where it snows all year round, even if there are resource deposits, but there are also a lot of resources outside, there is no need for him to put good resources outside to develop the resources of that bitter cold place.

As time passed, Great Xia became colder and colder, and in the palace, the earth dragon burned early.

The office hall was as warm as spring, as if the cold wind outside did not exist, Xia Qi reviewed the documents on the table, looked at the documents that did not decrease, and the irritability in his heart accumulated more and more.

At this moment, a noise sounded outside the main hall, and then a soldier with a red feather on his helmet quickly broke in with the wind and snow.

But Xia Qi didn't have the heart to blame him, because in the regulations of Great Xia, there were only 100,000 urgent matters, and the herald soldiers could insert red feathers on their helmets.

The herald needs to keep the news in the Great Xia City, even if he hits someone on the road, he doesn't need to ask for the guilt.

In the same way, whoever dares to intercept the messenger shall be punished as a rebel!

When he saw the long red feather on the other party's helmet, Xia Qi's heart suddenly burst, he knew that there must be another emergency.

Sure enough, I only heard the herald take out a letter and say, "Your Majesty, the North Wind City is urgent!" ”

After speaking, without waiting for Xia Qi to react, he fell to the ground and passed out.

Xia Qi took the letter, and after seeing the content on it, his face changed greatly, and he said continuously: "Go and summon all the generals in Great Xia City to come!" ”

......

Ten days ago.

To the north of the northern border, in the bitter cold land, in the snowstorm that can almost obscure the vision, a figure with several crossbow arrows in his body is struggling to escape against the wind and snow.

The smell of blood it emitted beckoned ferocious beasts, and the damned beasts had taken it for food, and had been following it until it was dead, rushing up to divide its flesh.

Seriously wounded at this time, it must not be the match of those wild beasts, and had no choice but to flee to the north, hoping that the wind and snow in this bitter cold land would scare away the beasts that followed it.

However, at this time, its sensitive sense of smell has been frozen by the cold wind and snow, and it basically can't smell any smell, so it can't confirm whether those beasts are still following behind, and it has no energy to turn back to confirm.

In the end, for the sake of his own life, he should be decisive and run as far as he can.

Just as the hyena man was thinking this, in the midst of the snowstorm, a huge black shadow like a small mountain appeared in front of it with heavy footsteps, and a strong sense of oppression almost hit its face, almost causing it to suffer a cardiac arrest.

I didn't have time to think about it at all, at that time, I only heard a long roar, and a black shadow flashed in front of me, and a force so terrifying that it was not allowed to resist at all directly slapped on its body.

At that moment, it clearly heard the sound of its ribs and vertebrae shattering, and its stomach full of internal organs was rotten into a puddle of flesh.

The body that was whipped out flew upside down all the way for an unknown number of meters and then fell heavily to the ground, dark red blood slowly flowed out, dyeing the surrounding snow, and a pair of eyes had lost the last trace of brilliance.

The whole body is covered with gray-brown fine hair, and the two fangs extending from the sides of the mouth have a certain rounded arc, but the length is close to an exaggerated three meters!

The thick and powerful proboscis has the power to easily crush rocks, and with each step, it seems as if the ground is slowly shaking beneath your feet.

At this time, it was the behemoth of ancient times, the mammoth!

"What's going on?"

As he spoke, in the midst of the snowstorm, another figure appeared next to the mammoth, a rugged-looking man.

The other man had a thick, messy beard on his chin, and when he spoke, he couldn't even see where his mouth was, only the whiskers swaying there. His body was wrapped in several layers of thick animal skin, making his originally burly body look quite bloated at this moment.

But the most conspicuous thing is not these, but the mount under the big man's seat at this time is a yak covered with dense long hair, but the exaggerated thing is that this yak is seven or eight meters long or more, and the height is also five meters away.

Basically, not much smaller than the mammoth in front of him.

The big man riding on the back of the yak is called Alola, and he is the leader of the yak tribe, one of the two major tribes in the bitter cold land.

The long cry of the mammoth before undoubtedly attracted Alola's attention, and only then did he catch up with the yak from the rear to inquire about the situation.

And with Alola's question, a cold voice sounded from the mammoth's back, and he didn't expect that there was a person sitting on the back of this prehistoric beast.

"A weak beast standing in the way of Eli."

The man who spoke was a woman, also wrapped in a thick hide. This is another tribe of one of the two great tribes in the Bitter Cold Lands, the leader of the Bitter Winter Clan, Rowling.

There is no doubt that this is the leader of the other of the two tribes, the Winter Clan, Rowling!

Rowling sat on the back of Ellie, the mammoth, and the snow was not enough to affect the people who had lived in the bitter cold for a long time.

Looking back at the sky behind him, the wind and snow rolled and black clouds surged, as if a stronger natural disaster was brewing.

At this moment, a wave appeared in Rowling's ice-blue eyes.

"Alola, tell your people to move quickly, winter is coming, and we must migrate to the south before the day of the natural disaster comes."

After several days of trekking, the people of the bitter cold finally reached the mountain stream where Richard had fought.

By the time they left the mountain stream, the temperature here was much better than in the bitter cold, but the people were still migrating south.

The mammoth was at the forefront, clearing the way for the people, and all the trees that stood in its way were broken by it.

Along the way, one tree after another fell, and with a dull sound with a certain rhythm, the mammoth's huge figure like a small mountain appeared in the northland mountain forest!

"There's a camp."

Above the mammoth's broad back, Rowling's cold voice rang out.

Alora, who heard the movement, rode a yak and quickly caught up.

Rowling also got up unhurriedly, and then jumped up, and the layers of animal skin coats on her body did not seem to affect her vigorous skills.

Rowling jumped off the mammoth's back, her feet firmly on the ground.

As the leaders of the two tribes of the bitter cold land, Rowling and Alora slowly walked into the camp with a number of tribal warriors.

The empty camp made Rowling's brow furrow slightly, and then reached out and pulled the hide covering her face down, exposing her nose to the outside.

Taking a deep breath, as if smelling some special scent that remained in the air, a flash of thought flashed through Rowling's ice-blue eyes.

This was once the camp of a barbarian tribe, which had been relocated to Great Xia not long ago.

Alora glanced back at the northern sky, full of concern, "I'm afraid this location is not safe, we should go further south." ”

"I don't need you to remind me, Alola." Rowling replied.

"Not long ago, there was another tribe living here, and there was still a lot of blood there. I reckon there should be an even more powerful clan around here. Rowling said as she observed the environment in the camp.

"And what we need to do now is find that tribe, take their food, and occupy their camp."

At this moment, one of her tribal warriors ran over quickly and said, "Report to the chief, we found a large number of footprints over there. ”

"Then send a team of people to follow the footprints to find it, and the rest of the people will rest in this ready-made camp for a few days."

Speaking of this, Rowling breathed a sigh of relief, and then her tone took on a bit of obvious solemnity.

"Let's hope that the food hoarded by that tribe will be enough for us to survive the day of the disaster."