Dawn of a New Era

mountains.

Thick white snow and drooping icy edges wrap the silver dress here, which is white and dazzling.

A group of barbarians lined up in a long dragon and walked slowly in the snow with one foot deep and the other shallow, panting.

They lost their way. Since the fire from heaven came, all the barbarians rushed into the mountains like headless chickens, running all over the mountains and plains, all the luggage, war beasts, and trophies were gone.

Some are just deep fear.

The dangers in this world are beyond their imagination, and those alien races are even more powerful like nightmares, and before they meet, they encounter a terrible sky fire.

Uncle Bamor, can we go back? A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy who was left behind whispered anxiously, panting.

Don't be afraid, little Feiluo. We will definitely be able to go back. The great and benevolent God of Winter will guide us in the direction we are going. He will not let us die. An old barbarian next to him comforted him.

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

However, after walking for several hours, the group of them did not find the space channel where they came. Instead, they became more and more unfamiliar as they walked. The sun gradually set in the west, and hunger and cold tortured the barbarian team.

Everyone had to find a cave as a temporary foothold.

Everyone go out and find food, or we'll starve to death and freeze to death, said one of the priests, his face somber.

As believers of the God of Winter, although they are naturally resistant to cold, their ability to resist cold is limited. If there is no sufficient food supplement at night, waiting for them is a frozen corpse.

The crowd was noisy and chattering.

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

They walked all the way and hardly saw any prey. Unlike their world, prey can be seen everywhere. Even in winter, they can easily find prey. Even for an experienced and observant hunter, winter is even more difficult. easy.

Because many prey have already hibernated, as long as they find a cave, they can be easily hunted.

And here not only is there a pitiful lack of prey, but it is also a strange and unknown world, and the living habits of the prey are different.

But what needs to be found still has to be found,

Otherwise, we can only wait to die.

After a brief discussion, Little Ferro teamed up with Bamor and another old barbarian named Lota and started looking for prey. Fortunately, they encountered an unknown beast before the night was completely dark. It was hunted down without a hitch.

Finally caught one, let's take it back. Little Ferro excitedly said.

Barmor shook his head and sighed: The prey is too small, and it's enough for the few of us to eat. When we bring it back to the cave, we probably won't have our share.

A few of them are old, weak and weak, and their status in the team is low. When there is not enough food, where can they get food, even if the prey they hunt is the same.

Yes, everyone must keep it a secret. Old Lotta understood and said.

Little Ferro didn't speak any more, and he also felt that it made sense.

Everyone checked carefully, hid under a big rock, divided and ate the prey, even the bones and hair, including the internal organs, were eaten clean.

The beast here is so tender, and the bones are so brittle. Little Ferro chewed up the last calf bone and swallowed it into his stomach, still wanting to say.

Maybe it's because it's very light here. Barmer said, and then looked at Xiao Feiluo: Wipe the blood on the corner of your mouth quickly, don't be discovered by others, and we will go around later, maybe we can still Find the prey.

It's a pity that their luck has been completely exhausted next.

The few people walked around for more than an hour, but they didn't catch any more prey.

The light of the moon is reflected in the snow, which is extraordinarily bright.

The three of them returned to the cave with one foot deep and the other shallow. They found that many people had already returned. They sighed and the atmosphere was oppressive. The three of them looked at each other, silently found a corner and sat down.

The priest knelt on the ground, opened and closed his mouth silently, as if he was praying silently.

As time went by, people came back one after another, but no one brought food at all, and it was unknown whether they had finished eating outside or could not find it.

The night was getting darker and darker, and the cold wind blew through the valley, making howls of ghosts and wolves.

The priest stopped praying and gathered more than a dozen powerful warriors, whispering to the side, and occasionally glanced at this side, which made little Ferro feel uneasy for no reason, as if something bad had happened.

At this time, there was the sound of teeth chattering next to him, and when he turned his head, he was surprised to find that Old Lotta was pale and trembling all over.

are you sick? Obviously just fine.

While he was wondering, Bamor suddenly whispered: Little Feiluo, come to my side!

Oh! Although little Feiluo didn't know why, he still approached Uncle Barmore. Uncle Barmore was a good man and would not harm him.

As soon as little Feiluo sat down, he was surprised to see those warriors standing up, looking at the crowd with the eyes of picking their prey, and then walking towards their respective targets.

Each of the selected people has a characteristic, that is, barbarians who have begun to age, and one of them is old Luota.

No, you can't do this!

I'm still useful, I still have strength, and I can still fight for the Lord.

For the survival of the remaining clansmen, please dedicate your bodies, the Lord will remember your contribution, and your souls will ascend to heaven. The priest comforted loudly, his voice seemed a bit hollow in the cold night.

Old Lota seemed to be about to run away, but before he got up, he was nailed to the rock wall by the spear, and his chest was pierced.

Little Ferro's face was splattered with blood. He suppressed his fear and dared not make a sound.

He looked at Uncle Bamor, but found that there was deep worry and uneasiness on his face.

Only then did he realize that Uncle Bamor was also getting old, and maybe it would be his turn next time.

The sacrifice of the tribe made the rest of the barbarians have a full meal, and little Feiluo also ate a lot. It is very common in the tribe to eat tribesmen. The only difference is that they used to eat the corpses of dead tribesmen. The second time was a living killing.

...

At the foot of the mountain, stretches of military camps surrounded the distant mountains.

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

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

Too many. Chen Shouyi shook his head and said.

what!

It's freezing cold, let them retreat, they won't need it at all, Chen Shouyi said.

Several officers were stunned and looked at each other in blank dismay.

President Chen, I'll call the chief immediately. One of the officers came back to his senses and said cleverly.