Chapter 663

mountain area.

The thick snow and the falling ice edge make the dress here white and dazzling.

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

They got lost. Since the sky fire came, all the barbarians jumped into the mountains like headless flies, and ran all over the mountains. There were no baggage, war animals, and spoils.

There is only deep fear.

The danger of this world is beyond their imagination. Those aliens are even more powerful like nightmares. Before they meet, they encounter terrible sky fire.

"Uncle bamore, can we go back?" A thirteen or fourteen year old boy behind whispered uneasily, panting.

"Don't be afraid, we can definitely go back. The great and merciful God of winter will guide us in the direction, and he won't let us die." An old barbarian nearby comforted.

Tip Luo's eyes lit up and his heart rose: "yes, the great Lord is omnipotent, and he will save us."

However, after walking for a few hours, they didn't find the space channel when they came. Instead, they became more and more strange. The sun gradually tilted westward, and hunger and cold tortured the barbarian team.

Everyone had to find a cave as a temporary foothold.

"Everyone goes out to find food, or we will starve to death and freeze to death." A priest said, his face gloomy.

As believers of the God of cold winter, although they are naturally 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 corpse.

The crowd was noisy and talking.

Tip Luo didn't speak, only his heart was heavy.

Along the way, they hardly saw any prey. Unlike their world, prey can be seen everywhere. Even in winter, it is easy to find prey. Even for an experienced and observant hunter, winter is more relaxed.

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

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

But we still have to find what we should, otherwise we can only wait for death.

After a simple discussion, tip Luo, bamore and another old barbarian named Lota formed a team and began to look for prey. Fortunately, they were lucky. Before the night was completely dark, they met an unknown beast and hunted it smoothly.

"We finally caught one. Let's take it back." Tip Luo excitedly.

Bamore shook his head and sighed, "the prey is too small, which is enough for us to eat. When it is brought back to the cave, it is estimated that we will not have a share."

They are old, weak and weak, and have a low position in the team. When there is not enough food, where can they get food, even if they hunt the prey.

"Yes, everyone should keep it confidential." Old lotta understood and said.

Tip Luo didn't speak any more, and he thought it was reasonable.

The crowd checked carefully, hid under a big stone, and ate the prey separately, even the bones and hair, including the internal organs, were clean.

"The beasts here are so tender and the bones are so fragile." Tip Luo chewed up the last leg bone and swallowed it into his stomach, meaning more than enough.

"Maybe it's because it's light here." Bamore said a word, and then looked at little Filo: "wipe the blood on the corner of your mouth quickly, don't be found by others, and later we'll go around, and maybe we can find prey."

Unfortunately, their luck was completely exhausted next.

Several people walked for more than an hour, but they didn't harvest any more prey.

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

The three people, one foot deep and one foot shallow, returned to the cave and found that many people had come back. They sighed and felt depressed. The three people looked at each other, without saying anything, and silently found a corner to sit down.

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

As time went on, people came back one after another, but no one brought food at all, and I don't know whether it was eaten outside or not.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the cold wind blew through the valley, sending out bursts of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

The priest stopped praying, summoned a dozen powerful soldiers, whispered aside, and occasionally glanced over here, making tip Luo inexplicably uneasy, as if something bad had happened.

At this time, the sound of teeth fighting came from his side. Turning around, he was surprised to find that old lotta was pale and trembling all over.

Are you sick? It was just fine.

Just in doubt, bamore suddenly whispered, "little Filo, come to me!"

"Oh!" Although tip Luo didn't know why, he still approached uncle bamore. Uncle bamore was a good man and wouldn't harm him.

Just as tip Luo sat down, he was surprised to see those soldiers stand up, look at the people with the eyes of picking prey, and then walk towards their respective goals.

Each person selected has a characteristic, that is, the barbarians who have begun to grow old. One of them is old Lota.

"No, you can't!"

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

"For the survival of the remaining people, please sacrifice your body. The Lord will remember your contribution and your soul will go to heaven." The priest comforted loudly, and his voice seemed hollow in the cold night.

Old Lota seemed to be ready to escape, but when he got up, he was nailed to the rock wall with a spear, and his chest was penetrated.

Luo's face was covered with tips splashed with fresh blood. He resisted fear and dared not say a word.

He looked at Uncle bamore, but found a deep worry and uneasiness on his face.

He found that uncle bamore was getting old, and maybe it was his turn next time.

The "sacrifice" of the clan made the rest of the barbarians have a good meal, and tijiluo also ate a lot. It is common in the tribe to feed on the clan. The only difference is that in the past, they ate the dead corpses of the clan, but this time they were killed alive.

……

At the foot of the mountain, military barracks surrounded the mountains in the distance.

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

"About 580000, but more troops are being mobilized." An officer hurriedly said.

"Too many." Chen Shouyi shook his head and said.

"Ah!"

"It's freezing. Let them retreat. They won't be able to use it at that time." Chen Shouyi said.

The officers looked stunned and looked at each other.

"Mr. Chen, I'll call the head immediately." One of the officers came to his senses and said smartly.