Dawn of a New Era

Mountains.

The thick white snow and the hanging icicles wrapped the silver garments dressed here, a white glare.

A group of barbarians lined up in a long, deep foot in the snow, and walked shallowly and slowly, panting.

They lost their way. Since the sky came, all the barbarians have rushed into the mountains like headless flies, running all over the mountains, no matter how heavy, what war beasts, what spoils, all are gone.

Some are just thick fears.

The danger of this world is beyond their imagination. Those aliens are even more nightmare and powerful. Before they met, they encountered a terrible sky fire.

"Uncle Barmore, can we go back?" A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy behind him whispered anxiously, panting.

"Don't be afraid, Little Ferrow. We can definitely go back. The great and merciful Winter God will guide us in the direction of progress. He won't let us die." The old barbarian beside him comforted.

Little Ferro's eyes lighted up, and his heart revived: "Yes, the great Lord is omnipotent, and He will save us."

However, after walking for several hours, they did not find the space passage when they came. Instead, they became more and more unfamiliar. The sun gradually tilted westward. Hunger and cold tortured the barbarian team.

Everyone had to find a cave as a temporary stop.

"Everyone goes out looking for food, or we'll all starve to death," said a priest, his face grim.

As believers of the God of Winter, although they are inherently resistant to cold, their ability to resist cold is also limited. If there is not enough food at night, waiting for them is a frozen body.

The crowd was noisy and talked about.

Little Ferro didn't speak, only his heart was heavy.

As they walked along, they saw almost no prey. Unlike their world, prey is everywhere. Even in winter, they can easily find the prey. Even for an experienced and observant hunter, winter is even more so. Easy.

Because many prey have hibernated, as long as they find the cave, they can easily hunt.

And here is not only poor and poor prey, but also a strange and unknown world, prey life habits are different.

But you still have to look for it, or you can only wait for death.

After a brief discussion, Ferro and Barmore and another old barbarian named Lotta teamed up to hunt for prey. Fortunately, they were lucky. Before the night was completely dark, they encountered an unknown beast. Hunted well.

"Finally caught it, let's take it back." Little Ferro excited.

Barmor shook his head and sighed: "The prey is too small, which is enough for a few of us to eat. When we bring it back to the cave, it is estimated that we will lose it."

They are old, weak, and weak in the ranks. When food is not enough, where can they get food, even if they hunt the prey?

"Yes, everyone must keep it secret," said Old Lotta, comprehending it.

Little Ferro didn't speak again, and he felt right.

Everyone looked carefully, hid under a big rock, and ate the prey. The bones and hair including the internal organs were all eaten clean.

"The beasts here are so tender and the bones are so brittle." Little Ferro chewed up the last calf bone and swallowed it in his stomach.

"Maybe it's very light here." Bamour said, then he looked at Little Ferro: "Wipe the blood from the corner of the mouth, don't be found by others, we will go around later, maybe we can still Find the prey. "

Unfortunately, their luck was completely exhausted.

Several people turned for more than an hour, and no more prey was harvested.

The light of the moon was particularly bright under the reflection of the snow.

The three of them went deep and shallow, returned to the cave, and found that many people had already returned, sighing and sighing, and the atmosphere was depressed. The three looked at each other without making a sound, and quietly found a corner to sit.

The priest knelt on the ground, his mouth opened silently, as if praying silently.

As time went on, people returned one after another, but no one brought food at all, and it was not known whether they had finished eating outside or not found.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the cold wind blew across the valley, making the howling of weeping wolf.

The priest stopped praying, gathered a dozen powerful warriors, whispered aside, and occasionally glanced over here, making Little Ferrome inexplicably uneasy, as if something bad happened.

At this time, the sound of a tooth fight came next to him, and he turned to look at him, surprised to find that Old Lotta was pale and shivering.

are you sick? Obviously just fine.

Suddenly in doubt, Barmor whispered, "Little Ferro, come over to me!"

"Oh!" Little Ferro approached Uncle Bamor, though he didn't know why. Uncle Bamor was a good man and wouldn't hurt him.

As soon as Little Ferro sat down, he was surprised to see the soldiers standing up, looking at the prey, looking at the crowd, and then walking towards their respective targets.

Every person picked has a characteristic, that is, the barbarian who has begun to grow old, and one of them is the old Lotta.

"No, you can't do this!"

"I still have use, I have strength, I can fight for the Lord."

"For the survival of the remaining tribe, please dedicate your own flesh. The Lord will remember your contributions and your soul will rise to heaven." The priest sobbed loudly, his voice seemed a little hollow in the cold night.

Old Lotta seemed ready to escape, but only got up and was nailed to the rock wall with a spear, and his chest was penetrated.

Bloody little Ferrow had a look on his face, he held back his fear, and didn't dare to say a word.

He looked at Uncle Bamor, only to find deep anxiety and anxiety on his face.

Then he realized that Uncle Barmore had begun to grow old, and maybe it was his turn next time.

The "sacrifice" of the tribe gave the rest of the barbarians a meal, and Ferro also ate a lot ~ www.readwn.com ~ It is common in the tribe to feed on the tribe. The only difference is that the former eaten is dead Corpse of the clan, but this time was alive to kill.

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At the foot of the mountain, army camps surrounded the mountains in the distance.

At night, accompanied by several officers, Chen Shouyi inspected the situation in the distance. He looked back for a long time and asked, "How many soldiers are there now?"

"About 580,000, but more troops are being mobilized." An officer said quickly.

"Too much." Chen Shouyi shook his head.

"what!"

"It's freezing cold, let them retreat, it won't be necessary at that time." Chen Shouyi said.

Several officers looked at each other and looked at each other.

"Mr. Chen, I'll call the chief immediately." One of the officers turned back, clever.