The lives of the soldiers are the most precious.

It is also the most ...... Inexpensive.

I don't like to call them tools, even enemies. They are the first to die on the battlefield and the most overlooked, but they are indeed the most worthy of respect on the battlefield.

I've heard countless times the high-pitched slogan, "For the King!" "For Lordaeron!" "For the Alliance!" They always give everything, especially their lives, for a so-called lofty goal. At this time, I don't want to judge them with any dialectical method, rational thought, there is no need.

When I see those brave guys who are not afraid of death, I really think of Alsace who has left. This bunch is going to die for him.

The demon fell from the sky, and the crowd instantly dodged, and when the demon twisted around and struck a hard blow at the soldiers around me, I really felt worried, sad and sorry for them.

Although I don't know them, and even sometimes they have one or another problem, whether it's rude or informal, whether I used to like or dislike someone, I don't want them to have an accident at this time.

But they ...... All they can do at this point is to try to hold this guy back, or to create a little time, a little hope, for their prince.

I'm the only one of those guys who has survived its spell attacks. When it solved that some of the soldiers were no longer so embarrassed to resist, it began to squeeze the lives of the group.

I wanted them to run, but I didn't have the strength to be left on the ground. I could only watch as it grabbed one and died, and then another. The oppressive advantage that the soldiers had initially created was soon eroded.

All that remained was a ground of corpses that had been drained.

By this time, the rest of the army had all retreated into the valley, and I was left there.

The demon finally came to his senses and looked at me, I wanted to pretend to be dead, but it didn't work, it saw my eyes. I thought to myself, it's over, this time it has plenty of time and energy to study me.

It walked towards me, and I wondered what it was going to do with me, but I was wrong, it didn't want to mess with me at all, and it lifted its huge hooves and slammed it down on my head.

I was a little impressed with the initial touch, but then I didn't know anything.

This time I was supposed to be fainting, I didn't feel anything, I didn't have any memory, I just felt like it didn't exist. But I didn't die, I woke up. The reason I woke up was because I felt pain.

It's painful to wake up.

When I woke up, it was already dark, no demons, no walking corpses, no living people, just corpses strewn and birds of prey eating at corpses.

I looked up and saw a huge vulture-like thing pecking at my shins. A biting chill and a burst of pain made me feel like this thing must have pecked through my clothes.

When I woke up, the bird fluttered its wings and flew up, but the big thing was not small, and it grabbed me in the face.

Reaching out to block it, the sharp claws were blocked by my arm armor, and when they hooked into my clothes, they tore my clothes directly. This thing has a lot of power!

And it didn't just scratch its mouth with its claws, but it also didn't sit idle, and its hard beak pecked at my head. Poof! That's not easy.

I waved my hand to get rid of it, and with one hand I pulled out the dagger from my waist and stabbed it twice in the abdomen.

This thing is very heavy, I stabbed it twice, and it was about to fly, but as soon as its claws kicked, I grabbed its legs, and its two huge wings fluttered and was about to fly. I couldn't care less about its claws continuing to damage my left hand, and the dagger in my right hand stabbed wildly into its stomach.

Finally it couldn't screw me, and I killed the big vulture. Pulled the bird off me, warm blood streaming to my fingertips. I rolled over and looked around, and I was indeed abandoned here.

It's a terrible feeling.

It's true......

Sitting up and examining my pecked leg, I pulled out the bandage I had brought with me and bandaged the wound on my leg. Picking up the weapons on the ground, I examined the corpses of the soldiers lying in the snow and ice, and chased away the animals that were eating the corpses.

Sure enough, none of them survived.

I turned out some of their bandages and put them in my pocket. I looked over the valley and decided to go in and find them. If something happens, I'll take his corpse with me.

So I limped into the valley. It was already dark, and there were no tools for making a fire, let alone torches. So I had to move forward in the dark again.

I can't remember how many times I've groped in the dark, almost every time I've been alone. Even if I came to you this time, it was the same. It's not so much a habit as a force, and being forced means ...... Gotta get used to it.

It didn't feel good that time, not only because I had a bad premonition a few days ago, but also because the corpses and the cold wasteland all over the ground made me really panic.

I don't know if some people feel this way, but people like me, who have been wandering in the wilderness all year round, have a feeling of sadness and a little hopelessness at this time.

It's not in Azeroth, it's not in the Elwyn Forest, it's not in Tirisfa, it's cold except for the ice, and I don't think I'll find a family here that can give me a bowl of hot soup.

If I really get abandoned here, I don't think my fate will be much better.

The further I walked into the valley I felt, the colder it became, and the coldness was not the same as the cold outside, and the bone-chilling cold made me feel more and more wrong.

My ears were actually swollen and bleeding from the cold a few days ago, and my face was also frostbitten, but the further I went, the cold made me a little unbearable, the nose hair in my nose was frozen, and my nose was very painful, I protected my face and thought it would be better, but the water vapor exhaled within a minute of covering my face froze.

I kept blinking, my hands kept rubbing, patting, protecting my face. But the low temperature was too much for me to bear. And the injured place has now lost consciousness.

I can't go any further, I have to die in it if I go any further, it's not normal here!

So I turned and walked back, and at that moment I could clearly feel a chill coming over from the depths of the valley. A wave of fear came over me, and I quickened my pace, and the wound that I was already unconscious was not an obstacle to my speedy departure.

I ran, as if the demon behind me was not dead and was about to pounce on me at any moment.

As I was about to rush out of the valley, I felt a change in temperature.

The humidity of the air in this kind of hellish place is different, the colder the place, the lower the air humidity, and you can clearly feel the difference if the temperature rises even two degrees.

As I rushed out of the valley, I instantly felt that the outside world was no longer too much to call heaven compared to the inside.

That's what I did as soon as I woke up, and it took me about two hours to do it, understand something, and make a plan.

I'm sorry for these dead brothers, but I really can't help you collect your bodies now, and I can't do it for the time being if I want to dig a pit and bury you. I picked up the vulture on the ground that I had stabbed to death and was now about to freeze, and cut open its body with a knife, with a little heat inside.

Thirsty and hungry, I pulled its heart off and stuffed it into my mouth. I'd probably eat their livers if there were anything else, but I felt a little uncomfortable with this thing, so I left the huge liver on my side.

The flesh next to my spine that wasn't frozen was cut off and stuffed into my mouth. At this time, I am not prepared to eat anything that is too cold or too hard, and although I am thirsty, I am not prepared to eat the snow on the ground.

I looked over the dead brothers again with apologies, but found nothing to drink.

The biggest discovery was touching the flint and steel. This is a great blessing for me!

I didn't go any further, but found a slightly leeward spot nearby, and with great effort, I finally lit the fire. When the fire came up, I had only one thought: if I lived, I would have to go to Dalaran to learn magic, and nothing else, I had to learn fire magic, and how to release the flames easily.

Lighting the fire, I held a small iron jar in my hand, melted some snow water, and drank some less cold water.

In the first half of the night I didn't do anything else, but I lit a fire and boiled water and ate with all my heart. In the second half of the night, when I felt a little hot on my body, I curled up in the snow and squinted for a while.

It is said that squinting for a while and closing your eyes is a dream, it is all a dream, but when you wake up, you can't remember anything.

And so I was half-asleep and half-awake until dawn. Probably because I got used to sleeping with them a few days ago, I thought they were all there when I woke up that day. But when I turned over and saw the fire that was no longer thriving, I realized that it was all true.

After re-energizing the fire, I re-roasted the uneaten bird. Then he walked around the corpses, and some of them had been eaten undecently that night.

When I had eaten and drunk enough, I filled the camp pot with me boiling hot water, and to be on the safe side, I took a few of my dead brothers' marching pots and hung them on my body.

Honestly, this method is really good!

Pack myself up and get ready to go into the valley again, strange things will happen at night, but it will always be better during the day. So I went into the valley again.

This time it was much better, it wasn't as cold as last night, and it wasn't much different from outside the valley. It's just that some dead bodies will be found not very far away.

I searched for the corpse, and finally I came to the mouth of a huge cave.

This can't be called a cave, it's just an ice cave, whether it's the ground, the mouth of the cave or the inside, it's completely frozen. I looked inside, it was dark, I screamed twice, and there was no sound but my echo coming back.

Curiosity kills the cat, but there may be some secrets in such a cave, and in front of this cave is an ice-paved road stretching into the distance.

After thinking about it, I decided to go in and take a look, just take a look!