Modi walked towards the conscription shed, the snow on the street had only been cleared by the low-level magicians assigned by the Icefield in the morning, but now it was down beyond the instep, and the thin shoes on it seemed like countless blades were cutting his flesh and bones, but he didn't react to it.

The cold was nothing, the fire in his stomach was the real thing—he was so hungry, and the last thing he ate was yesterday's handful of grass seeds, not even a sparrow, let alone a young man. He was already dizzy with hunger, so he could only rely on his willpower to mechanically walk to the conscription shed.

The conscription sheds were bustling, and the ranks were lined up from the streets to the end of the streets—now there was snow and ice everywhere, and people couldn't find anything to eat, so they had to run to serve the Iceplains as soldiers—and they were so hungry that they couldn't care about the hatred of the Icemen.

Although there are many people in line, but fortunately, the speed of progress is very fast, and I don't know how the official in the shed chooses people, Modi is a little nervous, although someone has promised him, but he is still worried about whether he can be selected to be a snowflake warrior, if he can only be a miscellaneous soldier, it will be miserable!

Only by becoming a snowflake warrior can you have enough to eat, get a military salary to buy food for your sister, and you can also have magic power...... It is said that every day the corpses of the miscellaneous soldiers are sent to the crematorium in the north of the city, and people can see the chimney billowing black smoke from a distance, which has never been interrupted since the Ice Plains occupied the city.

Finally, it was Modi's turn, and he slipped into the thick felt shed, where the warmth and heat nearly knocked him down, and after several shivers, he followed the man in front of him under the scolding of a knife-wielding soldier.

It turned out that the selection of conscripts was very simple, it was to put a drop of unknown medicine in the palm of each person's hand, and then lead them to a courtyard behind the shed to wait.

In less than a minute, the effect of the potion came out, Modi only felt that his whole body was cold, unprecedented cold, and when he looked down, his hand with the drops of the potion was already covered with frost, and it was spreading to his whole body.

"Is this unqualified?" Modi's heart also fell into the ice cave in an instant, if he was not qualified, the mysterious man would not fulfill his promise to take care of his sister?

But at this moment, he was pushed and pulled closer to a big room: "You two, qualified, take the sign, enter through this door!"

Modi looked blankly at the person next to him who was also affected by the frost, and then looked at the dozen or so people behind him who had no reaction and looked frustrated, and then he realized that he was a tongguò!

Entering the door, Modi was stripped of # by a couple of rude sergeants and pushed into a large pool filled with black juice, which smelled strange and smelly, and there were many men soaking in it. I don't know if it's because of the added materials that make it stink, or because there are more people who soak it, so it stinks.

However, no one dislikes it, because the water in the pool is hot, which makes Modi feel a feeling of "finally alive".

After soaking in the black water pool for half an hour, Modi and his group, each of whom were given a bowl of gruel, drank it naked, and the fire in their stomachs was finally extinguished.

Although he still felt hungry, Modi knew that he couldn't eat much after not seeing food for half a month, and then they were taken to another pool filled with gray liquid, where they continued to soak.

After soaking in three pools in a row, the hot water was so hot that it seemed like the skin was about to be peeled, and Modi only felt that his group of people were like pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered, waiting for the hair to be washed and washed, and then he could go under the knife.

However, he soon found that after soaking in these three pools, his strength had increased a lot, and some of the original frostbite, dark wounds, old scars, etc., on his body had disappeared.

"What a good thing!" Modi sighed, if he had this kind of thing before, he would have become a mid-level samurai a long time ago!

Modi has no magical talent, but he has a good physique and a good talent in martial arts, so he was sent by his family to learn martial arts from an old mercenary since he was a child, and before he was twenty years old, he had the combat power equivalent to a second-order demon warrior, and he was also well-known in the mercenary world of Sikkim.

The old mercenary sighed that if it weren't for his poverty and his inability to buy potions to nourish his body, he was fully qualified to become a powerhouse comparable to a mid-level demon warrior.

But now, as long as you become a snowflake warrior, you can master the magic of ice and snow, and then you will have the opportunity to become a mid-level powerhouse, Modi doesn't care about what price he will pay after becoming a snowflake warrior, just be able to get over the addiction of the operator!

But when he lay on a cold metal bed, his limbs held in place by leather straps, he regretted it a little, and when the grim-faced iceman magician cast his magic and pulled out a translucent white worm like an earthworm from the cold ice lump and tried to feed it to his mouth, he panicked.

Modi struggled in horror, his head shaking, his teeth clenched, he didn't want to let this weird bug into his stomach - damn the Ice Man, this is a scam, this is raising bugs with Lao Tzu!

However, the Ice Man Wizard had intermediate strength, but just a random magic made Modi stiffen, and he involuntarily grew his mouth, watching in horror as the white worm slipped into his throat.

For the first time, Modi knew that when it was extremely cold, he would have the illusion of being burned, and he felt that his whole body was burned by the disgusting worm that slipped into his stomach, and in the end, he would no longer feel cold, and after a while, he fell into a coma in fear and nausea.

When Modi woke up again, the environment was like a morgue, and he himself was one of the corpses, but he was only revived.

He stared blankly at the people lying on the floor stiffly around him, his transparent face was blue and gray, covered by a layer of frost, and there was no sign of a living person. Looking at his body again, the blue-gray color is gradually fading, turning into a transparent white color.

Suddenly remembering what happened to him before he fell unconscious, Modi only felt as if a worm was wriggling in his stomach, and he couldn't help retching, but no matter how his throat stirred, nothing came out.

"It's so damn disgusting!!"

Modi punched the floor in exasperation, only to surprise him by sending a cracked fist mark on the stone floor, with traces of frost on it.

"This is the power of the Snowflake Warrior?My current strength has probably reached the third level!" Modi looked at his hands in amazement, just as he pondered the new power in his body, some of the "corpses" around him also came back one after another, and some of them reacted the same as Modi just now, lying there retching, but they couldn't vomit anything.

All those who woke up were gathered on one side of the room, and the miscellaneous soldiers handed them gray military uniforms with snowflake motifs that belonged to the snowflake warriors. The eyes of the miscellaneous servants looked at them with envy and awe.

Modi looked back at the people who were still lying on the floor and had not woken up, the same number as the people who had woken up, and there were already miscellaneous soldiers carrying them out - these people would never wake up again!

For three days, Modi and a dozen other snowflake warriors, led by a veteran snowflake warrior, taught them to master the newly generated power of ice and snow in their bodies, and there were thousands of other snowflake warriors who were also trained in the same school field.

Modi was so smart that on the second day of training, he was able to unleash the snowflake warrior's signature attack - a palm-sized six-sided snowflake with sharp edges and white cold, which could fly seventy or eighty meters with a wave of his hand, and could cut through a wooden stake with the thickness of a bowl.

This kind of attack, called Snow Bullet, he can release twenty in one go, has already surpassed the captain who taught them, this situation makes the other party feel disgraced, and he has been targeting him on the third day of training, with all kinds of provocations and verbal insults against him.

This kind of oppression is certainly infuriating, but Modi is a little reluctant to be angry, because there is a discovery that makes him frightened in his heart.

Every night for the past three days, he would have a dream, in which he turned into a worm, swimming in the ice, the hard ice could not hinder its movement, whenever he encountered a particularly cold place, he would like it very much, and then rush over to take a big sip......

Whenever this happens, Modi in his dream feels very frightened, because he feels that the consciousness of the bug is affecting his self-perception, making him unable to distinguish the difference between himself and himself in a trance.

Fortunately, at this time, a crisp birdsong would come from above his head, pulling his consciousness back.

"It's the power of the soul. ”

Modi recalls the mysterious man who had healed his sister and asked him to join the Snowflake Samurai, who cut open the scalp on the top of his head and buried an ancient silver ornament with the image of a bird, which is said to be an ancient sacred bird, which can protect people's hearts from being lost, and is called Soul Guard.

The other soldiers have no soul guard, so Modi is surprised by the changes they have made in the past three days, these people have begun to have some strange behaviors, such as liking to eat ice, fear of fire, fear of bright light, not feeling the cold, always twisting and twisting like insects after falling asleep, not used to having a covering on their bodies, etc......

What frightened Modi the most was that no one was surprised by the change, they acted as if they were like this, only Modi felt abnormal, and he hid himself in horror so as not to find out that he had not been assimilated by the bugs.

Finally finished the day's training, and the captain took them back to the barracks to rest, but when they walked to the gate of the school field, a tall frost warrior stopped them, and the captain immediately nodded and greeted: "Honorable nobleman, what do you command?"

Modi secretly despised the captain's cousin, and saw the frost warrior glance at them contemptuously, then looked at the captain and said, "The vanguard general lacks personal guards, and now I have to transfer someone from your team!"

"Okay nobleman, you see that kid is quite clever, just let him go!"

Seeing that the captain pointed at him without hesitation, Modi scolded in his heart, but he didn't dare to resist, so he could only follow the frost warrior in the captain's gloating eyes.

Modi followed the frost warrior for a long time, and was taken to the gate of a remote palace, and then saw the frost warrior sneering at him: "You kid is lucky, serve the vanguard general well in the future, you must know that that guy is also your Crook, as long as you please him, naturally you will not lose your benefits!"

Modi muttered to himself, "If you were really lucky, you wouldn't look at me with the eyes of a dead man." He knew who the vanguard general who was mentioned by the Frost Warriors in an irreverent tone was - His Majesty Charles, the former king of the kingdom of Ristan.

When Modi heard that the disgraced surrendered king hadn't been seen for a month, he thought he had lost his usefulness and had been killed by the Iceborns, but he didn't expect to become his personal guard......