Strong winds and bitter cold slowed down the procession's march, and the weather became more and more severe as it moved inland to Norsca. The cold is like a pair of ruthless big hands, choking everyone's throat, and in the harsh environment, even breathing becomes difficult.

Three members of the team had already suffered from frostbite, and one of them, the Kislev Hunter, had purple lips and was weak. Forced to do so, Rhodes asked two other team members to escort him out first, so as not to drag down the large army. But in this way, the team directly lost three players. It's just that it's not okay to abandon the team members in the wilderness. That's why Ruder Finn had to strive for excellence when it came to selecting personnel. Fortunately, the others, especially the Norscan warriors and dwarven rangers, are still physically strong. You can move on.

In the evening, the dwarven rangers found a place to hide, sheltered from the wind and snow, a narrow cave. Although it is small, it is also a habitat, much better than being exposed to the wild. When the fire was lit, everyone huddled together and gathered around the fire to keep warm, regardless of their image.

When the cold comes, the temperature of the flame is so precious. So much so that in front of the small fire, more than a dozen pairs of rough hands gathered.

"Be prepared, warriors, we will probably have to walk in such a harsh environment for the next few weeks. There will be no antidote to illness, and you will most likely have to walk back on your own after frostbite. If there's a storm, it's even more troublesome. We are likely to be separated, and if we do, we will return the way we came. I don't want any of you to get hurt again. ”

Rhodes sat in the crowd and talked about the difficulties he might encounter. Everyone had a sad look on their faces, and they knew that this Northern Lord was not talking nonsense, and that he had more experience than everyone present......

"My lord, I have something to ask you. ”

A member of the expedition poked his head out and stared at Rhodes with curiosity.

"Just ask. ”

Rhodes briefly returned.

"When you led the death squad to climb the snowy mountains and lure away the green skins, was the environment worse at that time than now?"

The hunter of the expedition asked, and the young man in his early twenties had not participated in the battle against the Greenskins at that time. For that crisis, it was just rumors and hearsay.

"Well, it's a lot worse than it is now. ”

Rod smiled, picked up the flask, took a light sip, and continued—

"At that time, we were chased by the orcs, so we had to keep walking, and when we were halfway up, we didn't have enough food. Food can only be divided and the amount of food eaten each day is strictly controlled to ensure that you do not starve to death on the road. The temperature in the mountains was very low, much lower than it is now, and we had to keep walking to maintain the heat in our bodies. If you can't find a cave to rest, you'll freeze to death in the wild. The only thing we were lucky for at that time was that the greenskins weren't very fast, they weren't too resistant to the cold, and the sun was scarce in the mountains to keep them fit. That's why we have time to rest. "Ranwen

"We walked and stopped, our stomachs were full of ice slag, and it was a ...... It's a nightmare......"

"But fortunately, the orcs can't stand it either, they have been severely reduced, and I don't know how many green-skinned orcs died on the Troll Mountain. As we approached our destination, there were only a few hundred orcs left behind us. ”

"But even so, in the final stage, there are still many people who can't hold on. The target was ahead, and in just a few hundred meters, they could reach the Troll King's lair, but they couldn't walk anymore. A few hundred meters is a very easy thing for us now, but in that environment at that time, a few hundred meters was the distance between life and death. You also know the final result, Lord Jiger took these unbearable people down the mountain first, led away some of the orcs, and then there was the Iron Sheet Battle Troll King. I don't think they are cowards, on the contrary, it seems to me that they are all heroes, and in the face of disasters, they dare to stand up and rise to the occasion, this is heroes. ”

Sitting in front of the fire, Rhodes talked eloquently. Talking and listening to stories makes people forget about the cold and snow for a while.

The next morning, when a purple color appeared on the horizon, they got up and continued on their way. This is not a goalless search, two days ago, the dwarven rangers found the corpse of a suspected woolly rhinoceros in the wilderness, and next to the broken corpse, there were dragon paw prints. This was very much in line with previous speculations, and everyone was convinced that if they continued to move forward, they could find the dragon. Dwarves are more enthusiastic and energetic than humans. This vitality is not only psychological, but also physical, and it can be seen that the dwarves of Dulong City are indeed superior in physical fitness, and when the Norsca and Kislev hunters are tired and weak, the dwarves of the expedition are still healthy and full of physical strength.

Of course, for Rod, it wasn't like he could actually slay a frost dragon. Rod's real idea was to find the corpse of the once dead ice dragon and bring it back to pacify the people and dispel the panic. Even if you can't find the remains of a dragon, you can find the corpses of mammoths or other large Norscan creatures, and the bones of large beasts can soothe the panicked people of the North. As for dragon hunting or something, Rhodes didn't expect this person to actually hunt a frost dragon.

"Rod, we've lost that beast!"

Two days later, the Dwarven Ranger returned from the hunt and reported the bad news to Rhodes that they had lost the Ice Dragon. The dwarves were dejected and depressed. But Rhodes didn't mean to blame, the dragon flew in the sky, if there was a current, a flap of its wings was 108,000 miles, and it only landed on the ground once in a while, and it was remarkable to be able to find the place where they once stopped.

"Shall we move on? or turn back?"

Hearing the news, Celta, the captain of the Norsca Guard, couldn't help but ask. They've been walking around the place where the birds don't poop for two weeks, and they're all physically and mentally exhausted, and more importantly, they're tired of the endless cold winter and the food they eat exactly the same every day.

It has to be said that even Rhodes himself misses the vegetarian dishes and fresh fish he ate in Erengrad. Here, you can only eat cured meats and dry bread every day, and you will feel sick to your stomach whenever you smell it. But the task was not completed, and I had to move on.

"Go on. ”

Rhodes said—

"Brothers, brothers, if we go back like this, it will increase the panic among the population. Only by killing the ice dragon and holding its remains can we give an explanation to the people in the north and the dead migrant workers. We can find it!"

After saying that, Rod sighed deeply. He knew it was time for the dwarven expedition to divert the target for the remains of some behemoths, so that he could give the people an explanation when they returned.