Mammoth Huck's strong attack was undoubtedly a good start for this battle.

The ice bear warriors who came after them had not even collided with the wild boars, but a round of flying ax attacks had already struck them first.

The kobold short spear soldiers further behind also began to throw short spears to kill the wild boars, not to be outdone.

The two groups of men and horses soon collided completely.

Hill commanded the mammoth, charging all the way through the enemy formation, dividing the battlefield while drawing hatred, creating attack opportunities for others in the rear.

With all their troops out in force, their troops had a clear advantage.

The ice bear warriors and kobold short spearmen took full advantage of their numerical superiority quite simply.

Using more and less, they launched a merciless siege on each and every wild boar man.

On the other side, the Swift Wolf warriors led by Li Liancheng cut directly into the flank as soon as the fight started.

Wandering on the edge of the battlefield, waving the two swords in their hands, they started their harvesting operations.

The battle on the wild boar's side relies entirely on instinct and individual strength.

There is basically no coordination between them.

In comparison, the members of the garrison who had been fighting together in the bitter cold for nearly a year showed a tacit understanding.

Even Li Liancheng, who often had verbal disputes with Gou Shan.

When the battle started, there was no problem for both of them to cooperate.

It is no exaggeration to say that in this battle, the frontline garrison troops already have the upper hand.

Victory is only a matter of time.

And this is indeed the case.

Faced with such an offensive, after paying an obvious price in casualties.

Realizing that their side had no chance of winning, the quilboars finally chose to retreat.

At the same time, somewhere in the battlefield was a patch of snow.

A snow-white figure that almost blended into the surrounding scenery quietly retreated.

After running away quickly and returning to the camp, the fox man reported everything he saw to the elders and chief of the tribe.

After listening to the report, the fox clan leader and the fox elders were all shocked.

"The wild boar people were actually defeated, how is that possible?!"

Even in the depths of the bitter cold land, the wild boars are a very powerful tribe.

Their defeat undoubtedly surprised the fox clan leader and elders.

Although they did not lead this group of wild boar people, after the wild boar people ran to the outside, the fox tribe also used some tricks to lead the wild boar people to the direction of the frontline camp.

The purpose is nothing more than to kill with a borrowed knife.

By then, they might be able to take advantage of the chaos of war to sneak into the other side's camp and steal food.

However, who would have thought that this knife not only failed to kill anyone, but also killed him?

For a moment, these old foxes also looked at each other in confusion.

Then there was a tacit agreement not to mention the matter again.

Obviously he plans to continue hibernating.

They were defeated again and again, and had no chance to steal. They were also desperate!

With such a mood, they would often think of asking Cassin to see the chief.

I have been gone for so long, and I don’t know where I am.

Or should he have died in a pile of ice and snow long ago?

At this moment, in the ice and snow deep in the bitter cold land, Cassin, wrapped in thick animal skins, suddenly sneezed.

The heavy wind and snow directly blocked the road.

He couldn't see the road ahead at all.

"Damn! Where am I now?"

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At the same time, to the south of Wanjie Civilization, in the large forest where the wood elves live.

The trees in the entire forest were covered with snow-white silver at this moment.

This winter is undoubtedly difficult for the wood elves.

After winter began, just over a month had passed, and a food crisis broke out within the clan.

It's really too cold this winter.

It also snowed heavily.

Crops that were originally suitable for farming in winter have been harvested this year!

During this time, the hunting teams caught fewer and fewer prey.

Even finding prey depends on luck.

The lack of food forced Halfin, as the clan leader, to control his daily food consumption.

Originally three meals a day, then two meals a day, and now only one meal a day...

Halfen's eyebrows were almost twisted into a knot. He no longer knew what would happen next.

At this moment, Halfen couldn't help but think of what William Zhang said outside the forest a few months ago.

If, he means if!

If the wood elves choose to surrender at that time.

So will life not be so difficult now?

They are well aware of the scale of development of the high elves.

Although I don't want to admit it, I have to accept the fact that the high elves have developed better than the wood elves.

Even better.

Of course, these thoughts will only stay in Halfen's mind for now.

His father is the great elder Otis.

If you can figure this out, you won't be called a stubborn person.

The character of their wood elves is indeed stubborn, persistent, and respectful of tradition. Well, that last point can also be understood as being conservative.

But his father Odis, even among the entire wood elves, is a particularly stubborn one...

Sometimes, even he, as a son, can't stand it.

"Chief, Lord Kalgan is back."

Just when Halfen was complaining about his father in his heart.

A wood elf guard walked in.

Behind the guard was a wood elf carrying a long bow.

Although the wood elves coexist with the forest, the food chain is also an important part of the forest ecology.

Therefore, they also hunt, but do not kill indiscriminately.

Always be grateful and in awe of the forest and animals.

"Kalgan, how was your harvest today?"

Halfen asked this question with some anxiety.

At this moment, Kalgan's expression was not relaxed.

He just opened his mouth slightly and reported today's harvest.

After hearing this, Halfin's heart sank.

Today’s harvest really makes me unhappy.

With a deep breath, Halfen stood up from the table and stretched his muscles.

"Kalgan, come with me for a walk."

Facing the request from Halfen, the clan leader and good friend, Kalgan nodded slightly.

They walked a little further away, probably because they didn't want other wood elves to hear the ensuing conversation.

After walking a certain distance, Halfen, who had been silent all the way, finally spoke.

"Kalgan, do you think it's okay to continue like this?"

"This is a problem that you, the patriarch, should worry about."

Kalgan replied calmly.

Halfen smiled helplessly at this.

"I'm not asking you now as a clan leader, but as a little brother."

In response, Kalgan sighed.

"I don't think it's possible. The food is getting less and less. Today I rode a giant eagle and left the forest. I searched around and couldn't find much food. If this continues, we may have a lot of food this winter.

The people starved to death.”

After hearing this, Halfen nodded, with a bit of bitterness on his face.
Chapter completed!