The bonfire in the middle of the camp was crackling.
The frozen soil was burned into a small puddle by the flames, and several people were not roasted very warmly. On the contrary, the flames in this place could only ensure that they could maintain a little temperature in the cold wind.
“What to eat tonight?”
The dwarf threw away a stone and stirred the fire with a mace.
“I don’t know, but there should be no extra meal,” Ranger said without any worries. He covered his shoulders and let out a breath of white breath: “Whatever you have, just eat dwarf biscuits (a kind of compressed biscuits).”
“It’s dwarf biscuits again.” The dwarf mumbled, and a gust of ice wind blew, he hissed: “It’s so cold.”
They were still wearing thick furs, and even the Northland elves with cold-resistant constitutions covered their ears with plush ear cups.
It’s really cold here.
The large glacier is the coldest place in the main material world. The deadly cold current goes from the north to the south, and the snow falling from the ground turns into water and solidifies into a thicker ice shell.
Shivering in the ice wind, the adventure team regretted it at this moment.
“Simply take a break, the Frost Giant hasn’t gone far.” The Northland Elf exhaled and touched the long sword at her waist: “This group of damn madmen.”
The adventure team fell silent, thinking of the blood along the way, and a bleak cold seemed to seep into the heart through the fur and skin.
…
Investigating signs of action by the northern Frost Giant tribe is a common task issued several times a year for the Principality of Varda in the north of Antas.
The country is close to glaciers, and the threat of sporadic white dragon hunting or wild beast harassment is not so fatal to the humanoid race, while the frost giant tribes are public enemies of the countries in the cold land. The ruling class of each country is very clear that once this group of terrible giants cannot find enough food in the hunting grounds to the north, they will turn their sight to the south.
Therefore, every time the Frost Giant changes or the Great Glaciers have strange weather, adventurers in the Cold Land will receive tasks issued by various governments to go deep into the Great Glacier to investigate the Frost Giant’s intelligence.
The dwarf priest felt a little unlucky. He encountered the Frost Giant tribe a few days after entering the glacier. He was dragged by a stupid bastard and triggered the Frost Giant attack. This group of tall and savage bastards would not reason with humans, elves and dwarves in most cases, and what they encountered seemed particularly crazy.
The priest shivered and remembered a bastard who fought with him – the Frost Giant was obviously not yet adult, but he already had a crazy fighting will. One of his eyes was blind, and the other eye was covered with scars. His vision looked muddy, and there were remnants of the power of the magic technique on it, which obviously came from some advanced body.Repair spell, it is obvious that the Frost Giant lost his eyes in a certain battle. He used the magic technique to save one, and the other might be too damaged or had bad luck, and he could not be saved. The healing ability of the magic technique is not omnipotent. In this way, repairing and damaging the body is just like using the resurrection technique to save the dead person torn by the giant wound.
A group of madman frost giants pursued the team relentlessly. The adventure team paid three lives to escape from the pursuit.
I remembered that the victim dwarf began to pray to Ham, trying to use the guardian’s sacred edict to soothe the fear in his heart, and sighed that the Frost Giant is really a barbaric race. The underage cubs are already so experienced. Although they think of their childhood, although they are not very happy, they are not bloody either.
A group of monsters.
The holy technique protects the dwarf’s body from the cold, but the coldness in his heart cannot be driven away no matter what.
Suddenly, his shoulder was knocked lightly, and he felt the captain Aland, who had been silent, stand up – he was a strong northern human, using an axe and a huge round fighter shield.
“Where is Jonke?” Alande looked around the camp and his thick eyebrows frowned.
“Junke?” Ranger’s smile was cold and sarcastic: “This idiot should be dead.”
“Don’t mess around.” Arand said, “He is our comrade.”
“Is there any comrade who actually hurt his comrades?” Ranger’s expression was even more sarcastic: “Dear Arand, according to our previous rules, we should abandon him directly based on the mistake he made outside the Frost Giant Tribe.”
“This depends on the situation.” Arand said, “He is the only spellcaster we hired this time.”
“Spellcam? We don’t have a short man?” Ranger curled his lips.
“Hell, you rude guy.” The dwarf priest blew his beard and glared: “Apologize to me immediately!”