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A bitter cold wind cried out like a child in pain, and howling wind and snow mixed with an unbearable cold swept over the land of the Winter Wasteland. In the snowy world, it is so desolate that there is not the slightest trace of living creatures.

The mountains, the vast forests, the tall ridges, as far as the eye can see, there is only snow. It's a completely desolate world, as its name suggests—the Winter Wasteland.

However, this world is not without its inhabitants, at least behind those tall wall skirts, in those deep underground tunnels, there are countless intelligent beings who survive.

Humans, Trolls, Elves, Dwarves, Gnomes, Minotaurs, Ogres, Orcs, Orcs, Half-Orcs, Lizardmen, Fishmen, ...... All intelligent beings who can be named have traces of their existence in this world.

It's just that in the midst of this violent blizzard, in this special period, these living creatures are all huddled in their respective settlements, silently waiting for the wind and snow to pass. Having lived here for many years, they know what it means when the snow stops.

It was the calamity that countless inhabitants of the Winter Wasteland had suffered for countless years, a nightmare that had haunted them for countless years, that was ...... When the gates of hell open again.

Howling winds, mixed with icy snow, swept over mountains, land, forests, and finally over the elk colony's village. As the cold wind crashed against the tall stone walls on the outskirts of the village, the crackling sound of snow particles colliding with the stone walls could be clearly heard.

In the forest outside the village, under the snow-capped slopes. Tall shovel-toothed moose gather together for warmth - their thick fur can withstand the harshest of storms. They formed a circle, surrounding the calf cowering and chirping in the middle. Blocking the howling wind outside, relying on this method to obtain warmth and protect the future of the race.

The head with a giant horned crown hangs down to the snow-covered ground, and its eyelids are closed against the howling wind and snow. Although their mouths and noses were frozen by their own breath, they still stood still.

They don't want to retreat, and they can't retreat. The gates of hell, which are opened every five years, will bring more new generations of demons when they send away the old demons. The first time when the demons first came to this world. It was one of the most chaotic and dangerous periods of the five years in the Winter Wasteland.

If the cubs of the race are not protected, then the entire group may be wiped out after the chaotic period when the number of wounds and wounds is the strictest.

The same forests, the same snow cover, the same cold winds. The wolf and the bear huddled in their burrows, waiting for the blizzard to leave. The former stayed with the herd at ease, while the latter was left to his fate.

But no matter how hungry they were, nothing could keep the animals out for food unless the mournful winds stopped their screams, and the blinding wind and snow tired of their roars.

This cold wind swept from an unknown place, and naturally hit the elk people's village not far away. Although there is a stone wall built outside the village that is tens of meters high. But that still didn't stop the howl of the cold wind.

The icy cold wind mixed with snowflakes swept over the village above the stone wall, frantically tearing at the skins covering the skeletons of the giant sea beasts in the village. The elk people who have lived here for countless years know that when this storm passes. They had to go out again to repair damaged fishing nets and traps.

Even their solid shelter is often damaged by such storms. Of course. They knew better that when the storm was over, when they went out, they would not be greeted by a safe wilderness.

Beneath those icy snow, in the icy waters, there may be terrible demons hiding at any moment, ready to attack them. But they had no choice, they were too old to fight for their village and their tribe as they did when they were younger.

Instead of staying and wasting food, go out and do your part for the village. If you die in a demonic attack, then the village will have one less mouth to eat, and the saved food can be used to raise more elk people cubs.

If they are lucky enough not to die, then they will not be ashamed of the food that the tribe has given them.

And just as the wind was howling outside and the blizzard was trapping everyone, in the middle of the village, some elk people were gathering in the assembly house to discuss something. It's a basement dug three feet into the ground, lit with a smoky oil lamp, and reinforces the sails to withstand the storm.

Through the dappled yellowish light of the oil lamp, you can see the neatly planed dirt around the basement. Limited to the craftsmanship of the processing and the limitations of the tools, the so-called basement is actually just digging a huge deep pit, and then a layer of stone slabs is placed on top of it, and the secrecy is not really that strong.

And these elk people are not gathered here today to discuss whether the basement is hidden and strong. In the dim light of the oil lamp, the elder Artetheus was as silent as a delusion. He has seen this storm many times over the past seventy years.

Accustomed to the slaughter of the Winter Wasteland, witnessing the Elk People tribe falling into a desperate situation of extinction several times, and experiencing dozens of dangers on the line of life and death, he has already developed a calm and peaceful life statue.

There was no doubt that he had lived for a long time - the wrinkles on his brown skin were proof of that. In a world like the Winter Wasteland, if the old man wants to survive for a long time without being sent to do some dangerous tasks like sending him to death, he must have the value of his own existence after losing the ability to fight.

And Artesius is an old man with such value. As a shaman who can communicate with the elements, he can give a lot of help to the tribe, and can do many things that the young and strong elk people can't do in their lifetime, so he can eat the tribe's food with peace of mind.

If this were not the case, he would not need to be driven away by the tribesmen, and he would willingly give up what he currently had.

With his head tilted, the dim flickering candle flame illuminated Artesius's cheeks. The howling blizzard outside. Even in this underground room, the elk people could clearly feel the strength of the storm.

But Artesius knew. Such storms are by no means ordinary - not even natural storms.

He glanced at the young people around him, and his body couldn't help but tremble, not because of the cold, not from the people around him, but because of fear.

"You're scared," the patriarch rose from his chair in the old man's voice, "this wave of demons that have descended. Will there be some terrible creature near our village?"

............" In silence, Artesius lowered his head as if to check something. After a while, the old elder raised his head and said in a low voice, "The veins of the space tell me that there are three powerful auras that are descending towards us along the transmission of the Boundary Crossing Gate. Judging by this amount. It should be a demon walker. ”

“...... Understood," the patriarch nodded, glanced at the young people around him with cloudy eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "You know your mission, so I won't say a word of nonsense. From now on. You're all dead. ”

After a pause, the old patriarch took a deep breath and walked over to Artesius' side, "Since the demon that descended near the village is such a troublesome thing as the demon walker. Then it's simple. We can't sit back and watch them get stronger and slaughter our people. ”

clenched his fists. The old patriarch took a deep breath, "So we must take advantage of the fact that they have just arrived in the Winter Wasteland and have not yet established themselves to completely wipe out their threat." And this will cost you your lives...... Naturally, including mine. ”

"Because this time, I'm going to fight with you!"

The meaning of the loud words shook the bodies of all the elk people. Gazing at the tall elk man, the young people around him were visibly stunned and silent, leaving only the sobs and wails of the wind and snow outside.

"Begin, Artesios. When you find out where the demons are in the 6th, we should be out. ”

A chant, like cooking smoke, resounded from the noisy cold wind, vague but full of meaning, it mixed with many sounds. The sound of drums, beatings, and the clashing of bones and bones merge into a fiery undercurrent that merges into the wordless chant.

The most terrible part of the wind has been withstood by the poles, hides, and wooden houses of the Elkmen's village, which are sturdy and covered with curved canopies, challenging the harshness of this snowy wasteland.

The roar of the wind was still audible above the deep ritual sound. Due to his old age, while praying and beating, Artesius accidentally took a wrong step and slammed his foot awkwardly into the ground.

But he didn't stop, and immediately turned around and continued dancing.

Concentrated.

The key is concentration.

This is the only point for the elk people shamans to enslave the element, to make them obey themselves. This is also one of the important dependencies of their people to survive in this cruel and unforgiving world.

Only by concentrating can they hear the will of the earth, connect with the context of time and space, and accurately predict where those demons will descend.

Sweat wet his head, making it even more pale.

His brown eyes were closed in focus.

Now he's got his rhythm back. He raised his head, horns indistinguishable from those of an elk in the wild, stabbing into the sky, his arm twitching.

He was surrounded by the rest of the dancers, their bodies just as hot, and despite the snow and the wind seeping through the smoke holes in the roof, the fire in the house still burned persistently, bringing warmth and comfort to the whole cabin.

They all know what's going on out there. But they couldn't control the storm outside. Yes, they can't, but they are not afraid, and they will use their swords to personally destroy a threat.

They have no doubts.

They are the elkmen of the Winter Wasteland, who have slain countless powerful races of demons that have come to invade them, and their blades are razor-sharp, and their warriors are strong and invincible, so they will survive.

Definitely!