Since our first steps on this snowy plateau, we have been facing two enemies at once: the Chackey Bigfoot Savage, an indigenous inhabitant who has lived on this snowy mountain for generations; And the other is the soft and cold snow under our feet, which seems to be holy and noble, but is actually insidious and cunning.

Every patch of snow here is like a death trap for travelers from afar, and every step forward we have to put our feet in the thick layer of snow. The snow is soft and fluffy, and it is very uncomfortable to step on, as if stepping on a suspended thin board, which always makes people feel unsteady, for fear that it will not be able to withstand the pressure at that moment, and completely collapse under its feet, turning into a white abyss enough to engulf life. And with every step forward, we had to struggle to pull our boots out of the thick snowdrift. These white demons bind our legs and feet all the time, and we can't do anything about them, the only thing we can do is persistence and patience.

Our opponents, on the other hand, have no such concerns---- as I have said before, they are naturally broad-footed and allow them to move freely in the snow, without being penalized for speed by the terrain. This deformed posture makes them look like sluggish ducks when they move around. Perhaps you will think that they are not terrible, and I certainly will not deny your wise judgment. But you may be able to understand this matter from a different angle---- slow duck is certainly not terrible, what is terrible is that you are even slower than a duck.

So, when a group of Bigfoot Wildlings slowly attacked you with large wooden sticks, you could have dodged the haphazard and sluggish attack, but now you had to drag your immobile legs and head on the primordial murder weapon flying in the sky.

It's distressing. It is impossible for this group of uncivilized plateau barbarians to receive the rigorous training of warrior trainers, let alone master the upright and accurate and practical combat skills of professional adventurers. In their hands, the big wooden stick is like a mad snake, sometimes thrashing from top to bottom, sometimes swaying left and right, sometimes stabbing straight at you, and even very obscene from the bottom up---- I sincerely warn you with the painful experience I have personally experienced, in this unskilled shit. The only thing you can do is something positive. It is to clamp your thighs tightly, and at the same time take out all your devotion and pray to the Most High God, that this random knock will not accidentally hit your vital parts---- friendly reminders, especially your crotch.

At least...... Oh...... Don't get hit twice in a row......

I've never been able to figure out what the use of the "War Samurai's Handbook" that was handed over to me with the "Battle Samurai's Badge" and which had no stat bonuses and could neither be discarded, damaged, or used for trading when I was successfully working full-time. To be honest, I once suspected that this manual was merely a tool for the fraudulent enrichment of the vast trust monopoly of the official Falvi Continental's adventurous practitioner qualification body. Its main purpose was to impose a so-called "certificate fee" of fifty silver coins on adventurers like me--- but it cost more than five copper plates.

After deep introspection, of course. I have finally come to my point of repentance for this dark and pessimistic attitude: I really should not suspect the bureaucracy of the Falvi with the greatest malice---- there is no need to doubt it. It's a fact!

This rough and poorly printed handmade humor print is full of strange and awkward truths that are completely useless to your adventures, and it is full of "courage is the source of the strength of the samurai", "samurai believe in discipline and order", "sacrificial life to protect their comrades is the duty of samurai", "samurai charge forward and never retreat", etc., and so on, and so on, and so on, and so on, if every samurai does exactly what it says, I guarantee it will be the shortest-lived profession. It never tells you anything that is really useful to save your life, such as what I'm now deeply aware of: you should first choose your comrades before you take an adventure.

It wasn't until the rude and savage natives of the plateau came to me that I realized that there were more than normal proportions of three ranged attackers in our adventuring party, a shadow thief who fought with insidious sneak attacks and trickery traps, and a hard-fought warrior who had fallen into blood mold and was improvised by them and destined to be a meat target. In the face of hordes of enemies, our only option was to kick the warrior who was more lifeless than paper into the crowd. Let him rely on his strong defenses to attract the wrath of his enemies---- if only anger. It doesn't matter if it's a little more, but it's bad that it's among the many things he attracts. Rage is the least lethal of all---- buying other teammates time to deal full damage to enemies.

You'll find a myriad of advantages in this simple yet effective five-player basic tactic, such as reducing health loss, increasing the survival rate of the whole team, maximizing the killing efficiency, and speeding up the team's progress...... And so on and so forth, this is the perfect choice for a team of wild adventurers like ours with super lethality.

It's almost a flawless tactic, and if you have to say it's flawed, it's a flaw that can barely be called a "flaw". However, this barely established flaw is so obvious that I can't like it anyway:

That unlucky target is me!

Seven or eight big-bellied and round-waisted savages surrounded me, and huge wooden sticks flew above my head, and I was surrounded and beaten by such a group of savages, which was a tragic thing for anyone, and what was even more tragic than this: my duty was to draw them firmly to my side, and if any of them changed their target and stopped beating me, I would have to make a face at them with my nose and ears, and use this skill called "provocation" to provoke their anger and make them beat me harder. So as to meet my professional needs....

To put it simply, now my task is to dedicate my ** to a group of majestic, burly, hairy savage men. Let them use all their strength to vent and ravage on my body, and if they turn away and leave, I will do everything I can to seduce them back...... I really can't say any more---- is the samurai really a "noble profession" as the manual says?

I buried my head under my shield and let the thick weapons of murder splatter my blood, so much so that I wept from the psychological and physical devastation of it. A wavering thought, both sad and dishonorable, grew silently in my mind: I wanted to change teammates.

When people are suffering, what they need most is the support of their peers. There is a good proverb that says that when someone shares the pain, there is only half of the pain. When I think of my comrades-in-arms who fought alongside me, I finally feel a warmth in my heart in frustration: at least when I was suffering. Our comrades-in-arms are still fighting tirelessly and tenaciously. They don't waste my sweat and blood, they ......

......Just as I was pinning high hopes on my companions, a biting chill flew over my shoulder, and a sharp blue ice ridge immediately appeared in my field of vision, and the sunlight refracted through the ice edge, sending out a multicolored halo that shot straight into the lower abdomen of a bigfoot savage.

This gorgeous and dangerous blow is a level 50 ice-based powerful single attack magic "Ice Crystal Projection". It is currently the most lethal offensive spell that Fei Yin has mastered. Not only does it have the added effect of most ice-based magic slowing down opponents, but it also deals piercing damage. Increases damage on top of the original magic damage......

"Poof." Just when I had high hopes for Fei Yin's powerful magic at the expense of her blood. A small popcorn-like flower of blood bloomed shyly on the Bigfoot savage's head, followed by a "-76" statistic---- even if I took off my shoes and smashed it, it would hurt more than that.

"Why is it so powerful?" I risked being beaten to death with a stick and turned around and cried loudly.

"I don't know......" Fei Yin was also annoyed, "...... Probably because this group of white fat men has high ice damage resistance! ”

"Why didn't you say it earlier!" I cowered under my shield and yelled.

"Lady, didn't I just know this!" Fei Yin roared back in a louder voice than I did---- this woman never seemed to worry about avalanches.

"What then? I can't hold on! "I fought back with a long sword in a wild swing, and I gave up even the chance to see my own results." Resist, I still have a way! Fei Yin didn't give up her efforts, she chanted in a low voice in a strange tone, and a cold misty white air mass gradually condensed in her hand. After a few moments, the sound of her chanting spell suddenly disappeared, and the air mass floated towards me like a meteor. And then attached to my body. Forthwith. I heard the tooth-aching creak of the air as it froze, and a glittering piece of magical armor formed outside of me.

This layer of frost-condensed magical armor greatly boosts my defenses. At the same time, it did not hinder my actions in the slightest. This is especially useful because whenever Bigsquatch's club hits this layer of armor, it will take some amount of reflected damage---- and more importantly, it will slow down its action speed due to the freezing effect of ice magic.

After receiving the help, I suddenly lifted my spirits, supported the counterattack twice, and then continued to ask Fei Yin for support: "Okay! A spell that works! And then what! ”

Fei Yin calmly told me, "Then, you can pray." ”

"Pray?" A cloud of uneasiness hung over my psyche, "Pray for what? ”

"Pray that this layer of frozen armor won't disappear until you die......," Fei Yin said very seriously.

"Can't you do something substantial other than make me pray?" I was furious.

"I'm not idle for a moment!" Fei Yin looked aggrieved.

"And what else have you done?" I was angry, "People are praying for you......" The elder put his hands together and looked at me with a sad face.

"Don't put the two slaps together, I'm not dead yet......"

Woowoo...... I want to change teammates...... Woowoo......

It seems that the only help I can get from Fei Yin is that, although she is still trying to attack the group of native bandits with ice magic, but the weak lethality is too little to hope for her, which means that one of our best-equipped and most lethal key members can not be counted on---- thankfully, not all of my teammates use ice attacks.

"Where did you die! Why didn't I see you attacking at this time? I'm dying, but you're here to help! I craned my neck and shouted.

"Don't make a noise, I'm dying!" The elven marksman screamed in despair, his screams sounding like someone was tearing at a rag, and the scream on the verge of collapse was heartbreaking. If the more miserable the scream, the more enemies he encountered, then even by the most conservative of methods, he would have encountered at least ten times as many enemies there as mine.

And the reality is that he doesn't have a single wild man there.

Our dashing and graceful pure-blooded elven marksman, now on his knees with his legs on the ground, pouting his ass high, desperately shoving his handsome and emaciated beautiful skull into the snow, eager to bury his head completely in the permafrost, as if he was waiting for the next spring to take root and sprout, and then grow branches from his vertically upward asshole, It has grown into an evergreen tree full of elven ears shaped leaves--- this way of ending life is indeed very consistent with the worldview of the elves who have always advocated returning to nature.

The problem is, this guy doesn't seem to be doing something significant about his racial beliefs right now: his whole body is shaking uncontrollably, and the armor on his body is making a "whooshing" sound like it's going to shatter all the bones in his body.

"What the hell are you doing in that fucking place......" I hated it, and I wanted to kick him hard on his pouting ass---- in fact, if it weren't for these tangled squatters in front of me, I would have done that a long time ago," ...... We're here to save the world, not to sunbathe your ass---- and even if you do, at least you should take your pants off! ”

"Help...... "String Ge Yayi howled desolate with a thick cry, and it sounded like his voice was so weak that it was on the verge of shock, "...... It's just too tall here...... Woowoo...... Mommy I'm scared...... I'm going home......"

I glanced behind me speechlessly: we were on a steep hillside, bare, with only a large white layer of snow, and no trees blocking the view. At the foot of this hillside, the vast expanse of wilderness stretches out into the endless distance, and even with this casual glance, I can't help but feel agitated for the magnificent rivers and mountains of my homeland, as if a winter bird that has always loved home is overlooking the earth.

The most difficult problem is this: one of the winter birds overlooking the land seems to be suffering from an incurable fear of heights......

The Almighty God has given me the courage to face this cruel reality: there is no doubt that there is one less teammate I can count on.

I want to change teammates, really, I want to change teammates......