I'm a Teuton and I have no reason to give up.

Returning to the northern land, Atwood has been dormant for five years, and now stands in front of the iron grove inhabited by snowy monsters, with a full hope of burning the plains.

He already has three children, but still not to become a strong man.

Therefore, he thought of the Valley of Bones where the Teutonic dukes sacrificed their slaves, and wanted to find hope in the footsteps of his ancestors.

The early spring near the extreme cold was cold, the wind was as sharp as a knife, and Atwood's steps were firm and steady, and the backbone of his back was straight and proud.

Whether he will come out alive or not, when he will come out, he doesn't know.

He only knew that if he could come out, he would be as strong as the previous Teutonic dukes.

At that time, the flag of Teutonic will flutter in the wind of the north and in the hearts of the people of the north.

I thought, I'll come out!

The ancestors are above, please protect the children and grandchildren, and protect the glory of Teuton.

The Snow Monster is a snow-white monster that walks upright, with a long jaw protruding from the mouth and sharp teeth growing intertwined in its mouth on a head with two horns.

Their arms are long, almost as long as their legs, and their voice is like that of an elk with a tongue cut off, and it is very permeable in the wilderness. Strength grows with the time it takes to survive, and it is not uncommon for a strong person to be at the level.

Atwood has been in this iron forest for half a month.

He had already killed no less than ten Snow Monsters, all of whom were at the peak of the strength of the Terran warriors, as he was still blocked at the entrance to a small mountain pass.

Every time he wanted to explore the footprints of his ancestors more deeply, he would encounter a small group of three or five snow monsters, and the leader was already half a step strong, so he had to retreat.

If you travel alone, if you can't fight hard, you won't be desperate, otherwise you may lose your life in the next battle.

These damn snow monsters seem to be guarding something.

Atwood pondered.

After several days of hide-and-seek, he slowly figured out the pattern, and they never left the entrance to this small col.

Atwood had always been smart, and though he would dread himself every day when he was lonely in the South, alcohol had not yet corroded his brain.

Whatever it protects!

If you don't leave, you'll die here!

Today, Atwood is ready to fight hard, his patience has run out.

Maybe it was the blessing of the ancestors, he was lucky.

This time, there were only two Snow Monsters guarding the entrance, and then they managed to enter the Col at the cost of being slapped on the shoulder with a paw.

But soon the Teutons discovered that the time for which the ancestors had been sheltered was short.

"Uhhhh

A tyrannical cry rang out behind him, and three snowflakes ran towards him on all fours.

There was still a faint stain of blood in their big mouths with interlaced teeth, and the white hair on their chests was also dyed a lot red, so it turned out that they had gone to forage for food.

Teuton's first reaction was that the guys were running a bit like bears, and then they were running into the col.

The way forward has been opened, and there is no need to dwell on it any further.

The terrain in the col was peculiar, and it was a gentle descent at first, but after less than ten minutes of Teutonic all-out escape, there was a cliff ahead. The cliff is like a wound cracked in the earth, not big, only six or seven meters, but it is enough for him to experience the thrill of a high-altitude free fall.

Poor Teuton only had time to scold, "Ice and snow goddess, you stinky bitch!" He disappeared from the sight of the chasing snow monster.

Where is this?

Oh...

Teuton regained consciousness again, and the first thing he did was to draw a large number of his long and short swords, and then crouched down with his right arm covered.

It should be a fractured lower arm.

He remembered that when he fell from above, he hit a lot of branches that grew along the cliff wall, and fortunately these trees blocked him, he was not broken into flesh.

It was a green meadow, almost knee-high and mixed with unnamed flowers, red, yellow, blue, white... Colorful.

Teutonic was not a woman, nor was he a young aristocrat who grew up in a honeypot, and he did not have a romantic plot about the beauty of this film.

This small canyon is very narrow, but it is far away, and it twists and turns and does not know where to spread.

He looked up, and all that remained in the sky was a small slit, broken by branches sticking out of the cliff face.

Let's go, it's impossible to climb up.

He covered his arms and tried to find two branches to fix them, but all he saw was dirt and weeds.

Damn flowers, except for the smoke that makes people want to sneeze, there is no use for fart!

He vented his emotions with hatred.

After three days of solitude in this dimly lit canyon, anyone wants to find someone to vent to.

The only ones who can move here are the bees, which have left a lot of bags on Teuton's face and hands, and have contributed the fruits of years of hard work.

Dry food was running out, the water bladder was getting very light and light, and the honey came at the right time.

After walking alone for another five days, the empty dry food bags and water bladders were already empty, and they had been discarded the day before yesterday. Teuton leaned against the icy rock wall, roasting a snake the size of an arm's arm with his sword.

Ancestor forbid, this cute little guy came at the right time.

It was already completely dark, and the spring in the north was particularly cold, especially in the deep little canyons.

Teuton's gray hair was tangled together and hung down his ears and joined with the beard on his face, making him look much older than his age.

Ancestors...

Are your footprints leading to death?

Do you want the Teutonic surname to be the dust of history?

Atwood looked at the fire and prayed silently, his right arm, which had not received any healing, was already swollen so much, and if he delayed any longer, even if he was healed in the future, he might become deformed.

A gust of night wind whistled by, swirling on the cliff wall, and blew into Teuton's heart, very cold; It also blows his hair, making his eyes bright and bright.

He quickly shook off the long roasted golden snake and pressed his back against the rock wall.

There was a fishy stench in this gust of wind, it was the smell of Warcraft.

Boom... Boom...

The echo of heavy footsteps in the narrow canyon grew louder and louder.

It's a big dick.

Teuton's left hand clenched the sword, and his fingers were a little whitish.

It was indeed a big one, so big that it almost made Teutonic lose the courage to fight.

The five-meter-high snow monster has three meters horizontally, and its hair has shown a faint golden color, which is very conspicuous in the firelight, and it has entered the realm of the strong!

Atwood has always been a strong-willed man and never gives up easily.

Although he wandered helplessly for many years after the fall of his family, he did not run away tonight.

"Child, Teutonic is a surname that grows in the cold and frozen soil, lonely and hard, with a will like a rock. You are also a Teutonian, so whatever comes your way in the future, never give up. ”

These were the last Dukes of Teuton, and when his father sent him to serve as a proton in Middle-earth, he stroked the head of Atwood, who was only eight years old, and left behind his father's admonition and last words.

Now, his father has long since turned to dust, and he doesn't know where the corpse is rotting in the north.

But this passage remained in Teuton's mind, engraved in his bones.

Even, he even remembered the family crest on the tattered leather armor that his father wore all year round, and only took off when he was bathing and sleeping, and the head of a snowfield monster with a bloody mouth wide open.

The family crest of the snowy monster's head, with a fang missing from its mouth.

When his father was taking a bath, he was secretly scraped off with a small dagger by the stubborn, in order to retaliate for his father's harshness in teaching martial arts.

Father, I'm Teuton, and I'll never learn to give up.

He raised his sword in his left hand and rushed over with a roar, colliding with the snowflake monster on the other side, which had opened its mouth wide.

Courage can give people infinite fighting spirit, but it cannot make up for the level of strength.

Teuton could not remember the first time he had been slammed against the rock wall by the Snowfin monster, but now he had one leg broken, at least six broken ribs, his head broken, blood flowing into his eyes, and he couldn't see everything in the night.

He no longer had the strength to get up, and he could no longer hold the sword.

Damn the ancestors!

You have not sheltered your bloodline! You have abandoned the glory of your surname!

He finally closed his eyes and silently waited for death to come, without fear, only unwilling tears to fall.

I'm sorry, father, I didn't give up, but I still let Teutonic down.

A fishy stench approached, the smell of the snowy monster's mouth, and it stuck out its long tongue to lick the leather armor on Teuton's chest, which had a lot of Teutonic blood on it.

Blood, hearts, this is what humans want most when they hunt Warcraft.

It is also the most delicious delicacy when Warcraft eats humans, while humans are alive.

Strangely, the Snowfland Monster was stunned for a long time after licking it, and then bit down on Teuton's arm and sucked a mouthful of blood.

"Uhhhh

With a loud roar, Teuton was pushed to his shoulder, and with hurried, heavy footsteps ran down the winding path.

Does this damn animal want to bring supper to his wife and children?

These were Teuton's last thoughts before he fell unconscious.

Maybe a day later, maybe two days, Teuton woke up.

He found himself in a very unfamiliar environment, with a large sky above him, and he could not tell that he was in a canyon at all.

The bright sun shines on the body, giving people a lazy feeling.

The wounds on his chest and all over his body were coated with stinking herbs, and even his broken arms, which had become somewhat deformed, were straightened.

Judging by the degree of chewing of the herbs, it must have been the work of the Snowborne Monster, and under its jagged and gapy teeth, even palm-sized blades of grass could only be chewed into two pieces.

Why didn't it eat me?

And put herbs on my wound?

Teutonic looked puzzled as he looked at the snowflake with its back to him eating on the lakeshore.

It was gnawing on the entrails of what appeared to be an elk.

Perhaps sensing Teuton's gaze, it glanced back, then violently tore off one of its hind legs, and threw it in front of Teutonic with a snort.

The broken leg is still raw, and Teuton does not dislike it at all.

I've been hungry for a long time, and I guess I can even digest the stones.

He picked up his hind legs with his left hand, which was still intact, and he didn't care that it was full of dust, and he bit it in the same way that the monster ate.

Human beings are originally a kind of monster.

Whether it is in ancient times, when it has not yet walked upright, or in the present, which has been passed down for countless millennia.

After a while, probably full, the snowfland monster came to Teuton's eyes and crouched down. With a five-meter-tall body, Atwood needs to look up even when squatting.

Teutonic stared into its eyes.

Entering the strong level of Warcraft, the IQ will also be greatly improved, and the behavior has long been different from ordinary Warcraft that only knows how to forage and reproduce, and even some can speak, such as the powerful Dragon Clan.

Teutonic knew this well, so he nibbled on raw meat while trying to see in his eyes the intentions of the other man.

The Snowcube's eyes were large, about the size of Teuton's clenched fists, grayish-green, flashing with information. There's wild cruelty, there's aloof indifference, and there's a hint of interest.

Yes, interested.

Teutonic believed he was right, and the snowflake seemed to think of itself as something to be a playful thing.

Could it be that it is lonely after breaking through the shackles and having the strength of a strong man?

Looking for a toy?

Teutonic was puzzled, but he didn't want to dwell on it either.

He's alive now, it's good to know that, nothing else matters.

As long as you are alive, there is hope.

Those with the Teutonic surname will always remember the family adherence to "never give up".

The Snowfland just kept crouching, like a stone sculpture, staring at Teuton without even blinking an eye.

Suddenly, its eyes widened, and the claws of its lower limbs dug deep into the grass, and its whole body tensed and ready to attack. This was because Teuton had toppled his body and used his hands to support his body towards the river, which he could only move with a broken leg. Teutonic ignored the Snowborn's vigilance.

It won't kill me anyway, at least for now, or it won't smear me with herbs.

He told himself this, and then, in the murderous eyes of the other party, he moved to the bank of the river and poured a lot of water on himself.

And the snow monster followed him step by step, not like a caretaker, but like a bodyguard.

Teutonic turned his body over and lay down in the sand by the lake, the sun baking the sand warm.

It feels so good to be well fed and drunk.

If you don't have a snowie around.

Immediately, he felt that eating and drinking too much was not good at all.

The Snowfland Monster put him on the shoulder again, and began to gallop at such a speed that the Teutonic hair became flowing and the Teutonic was turned upside down.

Damn it!

Why do you run so fast when you're just full!

Teutonic cursed, feeling his stomach churning, the feeling of vomiting testing his will.

But he gritted his teeth and didn't let himself spit out.

The injured body needs nutrients and needs food.

He also needs to recover his body and then find a chance to escape the fate of his captives.

Seven more days passed like this.

Every day the Snowfland hunts at noon, then gives a little to the Teuton, and even puts him in a position where he is not easily attacked at night.

The duties of a nanny are competent.

Even Teutonic sometimes wondered if this guy was the embodiment of the Ancestors to guide him in the right direction.

Of course, this is an occasional thought.

He was already over forty years old, and he would not believe such absurdity.

Teuton's injuries were much better, and many of his scars were scabbed.

He himself took the time to break a few branches, tear his clothes, and fix his broken legs and arms with strips of cloth.

As for the ribs, they should be slowly restored, he couldn't think of any good way to treat them.

As he did all this, the Snowfland watched silently, his eyes still full of vigilance.

But the next day, when he came back from the hunt, he brought back a large handful of blades of grass. Teutonic didn't know the weeds, but that didn't stop him from chewing the leaves and smearing them on the wounds.

The herb is bitter in the mouth and ugly on the body, but it works well.

After another five days, Teutonic could even walk on a piece of wood.

The improvement of his injuries changed the way the Snow Monster traveled with Teuton. It is no longer on the shoulder, but on the one-handed.

I'm a humanoid rabbit, and Teutonic is laughing at himself.

The difference is that after the rabbit is captured, people like to carry two long ears; And when I was captured, I was carried on a belt with a weapon.

Oh, the long and short swords on his belt were left in the small canyon of the battle, and the snow monster didn't help him pick them up.

Seven or eight more days passed, and for several days there was a torrential downpour of rain in between, and the sky above which was already wide was discredited by weaponry both day and night, and the Teutonic could not tell the speed of the passage of time.

Just when the Teutonic were getting used to traveling with the Snowflakes, their destination arrived.

To be precise, the Snow Monster's destination has arrived.

It was a huge valley where no grass grew under the sun, and the ground was covered with the bones of all kinds of demonic beasts and humans. Pale and scattered together, some of them covered in tiny holes that had been eroded by the wind, rattled under the snow's feet, turning into a pile of bone chips.

As the snow monster advanced, the scene ahead slowly became clear.

It was a large skeleton, larger than the bones of the Snow Monster, like a small hill.

Teutonic did not know what kind of creature it was.

He had never seen a bone nearly ten meters high.

The skeleton was as white as jade, and its two thick leg bones supported it to maintain a standing posture, and the knees of the anti-joints showed that this ancient demonic beast did not have any bloodline with the giant clan. From the chest to the head, the bones are tightly clinged to a layer of dry and flat skin, making people look like skinny little beggars starving to death in the streets.

Two long curved horns protrude from the massive head, almost as long as its arm bones.

It's a bit like the skeleton of a minotaur, but the minotaur doesn't have as many canine teeth in his mouth; It's a bit like the ancestor of the Snow Monster, but the proportions of the Snow Monster's body are not as slender.

Damn it!

Whatever it is, it's not my ancestor anyway.

Teutonic recovered from his surprise and began to look closely at his surroundings, trying to find a possible way to escape.

Although the chance of escaping from the Mighty Snow Monster is almost zero.

At least it hasn't eaten me yet, at least I'm alive now.

Teuton still didn't give up.

He shouldered the revival of a surname and was not qualified to give up.

The Snowfland Monster carried the Teutonic like a chicken, and threw it under the huge bones.

Sharp claws slashed across Teuton's wrists, and blood poured out merrily, all flowing on the pale bones.

Amazingly, the pale bones were like a thirsty sponge, sucking all the blood into it, showing red lines of blood, spreading up the thighs.

It turned out to be a sacrifice, and it should have been gouged out of the heart later.

Sure enough, the damned ancestors didn't shelter me.

Just as Teuton was drowsy from blood loss, two green glows suddenly ignited in the two hollow eye sockets of the giant skeleton, accompanied by a vast sound that filled the valley.

"Oathbreaker's bloodline, you're finally here!"

The blood of the oathbreaker?

Is it me?

Teuton, who had lost too much blood, fainted again.