"This river won't crack open all of a sudden, will we fall into the water?"

Ed was driving a truck over a frozen lake.

From time to time, I looked out the window worriedly, afraid that the ice under the car would break.

"Don't worry, more than a meter of ice, you can't collapse with ten more on the car." Ronan replied nonchalantly.

They had now penetrated deep into the tundra, on the surface of the lake next to the frostwolf tribe's previous camp.

The cold weather of the winter plummets and the lake is covered with a solid layer of ice, which is just right for trucks to pass quickly.

The lake is much smoother than the uneven frozen ground, which further increases the speed of the trucks.

"Ed, turn left ahead, we're almost there, slow down."

Ronan pointed the way, and at the same time used the crow to observe the target of this search, the Chill Spider tribe in Mumutul's mouth.

The crow stood on the bare branches of the tree and cast its gaze at the crowd gathered below.

Similar in appearance to the wildlings of the Frostwolf Tribe.

They have vigorous hair that is characteristic of the tundra, and the overall grayish-white color completely covers the chin area.

The wildlings were converging around a large crater, the top of which was covered with a thick cloth to shield them from the wind and snow.

One of the old men began to preach something in a loud voice.

Unlike other fur-clad wildlings.

His lower body was covered in a white silk robe, and he was naked, with a huge white spider tattooing on his back.

As he spoke, a number of able-bodied savages stepped forward and slashed their wrists with their knives.

Hot blood flowed into the crater in the center.

With the inflow of blood, a picture of some physical discomfort appeared.

Dense white spiders the size of fingernails emerge from the holes of the pit and gather on the blood-soaked dirt, accumulating and accumulating, opening their mouths to suck the blood.

When the blood is sucked up, they retreat back and disappear into the pores.

Do you have to rely on the unique blood of these savages to raise this spider that can produce special silk threads?

Seeing this scene, Ronan thought to himself.

After all, this spider silk is close to the properties of transcendent materials.

In the case that external magic is not supported, it can only be conceived by other supernatural powers.

Just then, a sudden roar interrupted his thoughts.

Ronan frowned and turned his attention to the truck.

At the front of the road, less than a hundred meters away from the location of the Spider Tribe, a raised snowdrift suddenly collapsed.

Out of the snowdrift came a huge white bear, straightened up and roared towards the truck.

The sound of the eruption caused snowflakes to fall on the branches of nearby trees, and the knights were nervous.

It was the apex predator of the permafrost, one of the largest animals on the continent, the giant white bear.

When they become adults, they can reach the second order, and a few bear kings can even achieve the third order.

Standing at nearly seven meters in size, they act like fortresses of action, and bear paws can easily smash the walls of houses.

"This giant white bear is supposed to be hibernating in a snowdrift, disturbed by our movements, and now waking up angry."

Seeing this, Mumutul, who was sitting in the back of the truck, hurriedly said to Ronan in front.

"What, isn't it the hell weather here all year round, and you still need to hibernate?" After listening to his words, Ed next to him was full of inexplicability.

"It's still a little different." Mumutul whispered to him, "I've heard that the giant white bear needs to eat at least five large wild boars and a lot of shrub rhizomes a day to have the strength to move. ”

"In the winter, many plants die, and the giant white bears that don't get sunlight find a snowdrift to sleep on to survive the winter."

It is different from small animals such as snakes and rats that have a stiff body and no consciousness when they hibernat.

Even when hibernating, the giant white bear remains on high alert and can wake up at any time.

Like now, the other party is spitting hot air and confronting the uninvited guest who disturbs it.

Due to the large size of the steam truck, it is no less than it, and does not fall within its cognitive range.

This made the giant white bear angry, but still did not choose to take the initiative to attack, but continued to use its roar to intimidate.

Ed stopped the truck and looked at Ronan for his order.

Also a second-order vertex, Ed was not afraid of the other party, but the thick fur of the giant white bear was enough to be immune to the damage of ordinary swords.

He had to use Leyline Roar to get the others out of the way if he wanted to solve it quickly.

"The people on the other side are here, let's see what they have to say." Ronan didn't rush to let him do it.

The movement here has long attracted the attention of the savages of the Spider Tribe.

Under the leadership of the leading old man, these wild men quickly poured out with flying axes and stone spears.

They came to the side of the Great White Bear, who did not attack them.

"This tundra overlord was actually raised by them?" There was a look of disbelief in Mumutul's eyes.

His father had also tried to tame the giant white bear, but the results were often devastating.

In order to maintain the burden of being large, the giant white bear spends a lot of time every day looking for prey on frozen ground.

This makes them extremely aggressive when confronted by any living creature.

Once it is judged to be a weak prey, it will attack as soon as possible, and the small size of humans is difficult to deter it.

Then the leading old man shouted at them.

"What did he say?" Ronan looked at Mumutul behind him.

"My lord, the other party is the high priest of the Spider Tribe, he said that this is the territory of the Spider Tribe, and asks us to leave immediately."

"Tell him that we are here to trade spider silk with him, salt, sugar, steel, etc."

Mumutul stepped out of the truck and repeated Ronan's request aloud to the old man.

Ed also took the other knights out of the car and stared at them warily.

"Interracial! Get lost! When the old man found out about the appearance of the people of their kingdom, his expression was furious.

The savages behind him raised their weapons and began to shout incessantly, with a posture of moving if they didn't agree.

Seeing their reaction, Mumutul was nervously explaining, dancing with his hands.

It's just that it makes the other party's emotions more and more intense.

Ronan, who was sitting alone in the car, saw this scene and raised his hand in the direction of the savage.

Warchess Sorcery: Ice Storm

The battle flag sand table instantly unfolded, enveloping the area within a radius of five hundred meters.

The temperature in the area plummeted, and ice crystals like thousands of razors fluttering along with the howling wind.

The skin was torn open and bloodied, and the fear of death made the savages fall to the ground in terror, holding their heads in their hands, praying for forgiveness from the god of the North Wind Mountain.

Even the giant white bear, which was originally roaring, stopped roaring in the face of the power of this natural disaster. Shrink yourself into a ball and shiver.

In addition to Ed and the other knights, Mumutul turned his head in disbelief, and after reacting, he quickly knelt on the ground.

Ronan closed his palm.

As he moved, the howling ice storm began to dissipate, and the surrounding climate returned to normal.

"Let's talk to each other again." Ronan motioned for Mumutul to continue.

(End of chapter)