The blizzard swept by the wind overwhelmed the vast plain with a layer of dim mist like a gauze tent. The distant place was faintly covered with several mountains, and there was no living thing between the heaven and earth, as if the snow-colored plains in the forbidden area of ​​life and the cold wind whistling around from time to time, it made a faint roaring sound like weeping and complaining, adding a bit of terrifying atmosphere.

At the foot of a hill, a few chaotic giant rocks piled up together and faint firelight appeared in the cave, proving that in the sudden catastrophic blizzard, survivors were lucky enough to find a hiding place and survived.

Of course, it is impossible to be beautiful in the desolate environment of the cold and ice field. However, a guy wrapped in thick animal skins and huddled at the entrance of the cave has been watching the snow scene here for several hours. The animal skins wrapped around him have long been dyed with white powder and white that have fallen in.

"Hey! Orientals! If you don't want to be frozen to death, you'd better come in quickly!" Spalako's loud voice shocked the snow block attached to the top of the cave fell down, and it just hit the head of the Orientals who wrapped their heads in the skin. Several members of the "Ale and Barbecue" adventurers team looked at the unresponsive Orientals silently.

After a while, the Oriental, who was squatting on the stone and wearing animal skin, slowly turned around and looked at them foolishly with their dull eyes for a while, then slowly turned back, staring blankly at the heavy snow dancing outside the cave. From a distance, it looked like an old baboon hanging in the evening.

"Look! I'll say that this guy hit the ground first when he landed!? He was crushed into an ogre brain! He couldn't even say anything! Did this guy teleport from there? He couldn't even speak in common terms?"

Aladdin, a half-hell man, whispered: "If I hadn't kept the 'spell position' of the priest to help me, I really wanted to ask the priest to bless him with a 'verbal and 'talking' to ask..." He kept stirring the porridge with a spoon, which was actually not necessary. If a small handful of oats, a small piece of dried meat and a large pot of snow water could also be called porridge.

"We are dead!" Because no one responded to him, the half-sheep man who felt he was ignored continued to nag: "Making this kind of food that is clearer than water every day is simply an insult to our half-sheep man's title! I no longer want to drink more than a dozen bowls of water to fill myself up every meal and deceive myself! Maybe we shouldn't save this oriental man who didn't know where to teleport from. When he is frozen to death, maybe we can still eat him at the last moment..."

"Shut up!" the savage growled and roared: "Don't force me to speak loudly and waste my energy, otherwise my interest in a meal of roasted lamb legs is much greater than eating a guy who is about the same length as me!"

The half-lag man was startled and subconsciously moved his lower body, which was exactly the same as the goat, to hide it behind the large soup pot on the fire, and complained: "But what I said is the truth! The barbarian with muscles in his mind! Don't forget that I am the deputy captain of the 'Ale and Barbecue' team! You can't be so rude to me..."

"Crack!" A branch as thick as an arm in the barbarian's hand was broken.

"I've had enough!" The half-lag man was also angry, jumped up and threw the spoon in his hand into the soup pot, pointing at the clear soup pot, screaming angrily: "You damn barbarian! You will only bully poor Aladdin! We have been trapped in this rat hole for a whole week by this damn blizzard! The things in this pot of water are our last food! Eat it all... no! What should we eat after drinking it? Do you use your bear mattress to make soup? This damn Eastern man consumed the food of one of our members. Is it okay to complain a few words? Well! As long as you are happy! I don't want to break the icicles with sticks when I go out to pee endlessly, so that my little bird will not be frozen! Go to hell!"

The sad half-lag man threw down the soup pot and shrank into the corner and wrapped his own blanket around his head and became angry and furious.

"Okay! OK! Sparagu! You'd better see how Mr. Zemur is? In this case, without him as a second-level priest, we wouldn't have to wait until we starve to death! I hope he can release a few first-level divine tricks today 'to endure elemental damage', otherwise we will all be frozen to death!" The elves who were fiddling with the fire raised their heads, their beautiful faces were roasted red by the flames, but the sweet smile seemed to comfort several companions who had begun to get angry because of hunger.

"The hell is a snowstorm!" The barbarian muttered, walked to the two friends lying beside him to check, then walked back and sat down dejectedly, picked up a wooden bowl and took a bowl of "oatmeal porridge" from the soup pot and drank it. He seemed to feel it was not hot at all. The hot hot water brought him a little warmth.

"The old pastor is fine. They serve the earthly god Shangtia, who only drinks some water to fill their stomachs. I guess he is the last of us to starve to death... If his faith is firm enough in this case, I think he should be able to release us once more 'to endure the elemental damage' for us. However, our beloved captain, the poor old dwarf Fred, fainted from starvation..."

The barbarian Sparagu threw down the wooden bowl in his hand, burped in discomfort, and a sour air appeared in his mouth, cursing again: "Damn it! My stomach bag is almost digested by myself!"

The elf sighed, without saying a word, but put his pointed chin on his knees and watched the beating flames quietly. The barbarian was tortured by stomach acid and furiously growled: "I'll go out to find some branches, and maybe I can catch a living thing or two nearby..." As he said that, he picked up his battle axe and walked out braved the heavy snow.
Chapter completed!