Dawn of a New Era Chapter 663: : Dedication of the flesh

Mountains.

The thick white snow and the drooping icy edges envelop the silver dress here, making it white and dazzling.

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

They lost their way. Since the sky fire came, all the barbarians have rushed into the mountains like headless flies, running all over the mountains, all the heavy equipment, the beasts, and the trophies were gone.

Some are just deep fears.

The danger of this world is beyond their imagination. Those alien races are even more nightmare and powerful. Before they met, they encountered a terrible skyfire.

"Uncle Barmore, can we still go back?" a 13 or 14-year-old boy who fell behind whispered with an uneasy expression, gasping for breath.

"Don't be afraid, little Ferro, we will definitely be able to go back. The great and benevolent Winter God will guide us, and He will not let us die." An already somewhat old barbarian next to him comforted.

Young Philo's eyes lit up and his heart lifted 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 they came from. Instead, they became more and more unfamiliar as they walked. The sun gradually slanted to the west, and hunger and cold tortured the barbarians.

Everyone had to find a cave as a temporary stop.

"Everyone will go out looking for food, or we will all starve to death and freeze to death." A priest said, his face gloomy.

As a believer in the God of Winter, although they are naturally resistant to cold, their ability to withstand cold is also limited. If there is not enough food to supplement at night, waiting for them will be frozen corpses.

The crowd was full of noise and discussion.

Little Ferro did not 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, it is easy to find prey, even for an experienced and observant hunter, It's easier in winter.

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

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

But you still have to find what you need to find, or you can only wait for death.

After a brief discussion, Jr. Ferro teamed up with Bamol and another old barbarian named Lotta and started looking for prey. Fortunately, they were lucky. Before the night was completely dark, they met an unknown The beast was hunted smoothly.

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

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

The few of them are old, weak and weak. They are in a low position in the team. When there is not enough food, where can they get food, even if the prey is hunted by them, the same is true.

"Yes, everyone has to keep it secret." Old Lotta said with an understanding.

Little Ferro didn't speak any more, and he felt reasonable.

Everyone checked carefully, hid under a big rock, and ate the prey. The bones, hairs, and internal organs were eaten cleanly.

"The beasts here are so tender, and the bones are so crisp." Little Ferro chewed the last calf bone and swallowed it into his abdomen.

"It may be because of the lightness here." Bamol said, and then looked at Little Ferro: "Quickly wipe the blood from the corner of your mouth, don't be found by others, we will go around later. Maybe still find prey."

Unfortunately, their luck was completely exhausted afterwards.

Several people spent more than an hour without reaping any prey.

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

The three of them went back to the cave and found that many people had returned. They sighed and the atmosphere was suppressed. The three looked at each other without making a sound, and silently found a corner to sit down.

The priest knelt on the ground, his mouth closed silently, as if praying silently.

As time passed, people came back one after another, but no one brought food at all, and I didn't know if they had finished eating outside or didn't find them.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the cold wind blows across the valley, making waves of howling ghosts and wolves.

The priest stopped praying, gathered a dozen powerful warriors, whispered to the side, and occasionally glanced over here, making little Ferro a little uneasy inexplicably, as if something bad had happened.

At this moment, there was the sound of teeth fighting next to him. Turning his head, he was surprised to find that Old Lotta was pale and trembling all over.

Is it sick? Obviously it was fine just now.

While in doubt, Bamol suddenly whispered: "Little Ferro, come over to me!"

"Oh!" Although young Ferro didn't know the reason, he still approached Uncle Barmore. Uncle Barmore is a good person and won't harm him.

Just when little Ferro sat down, he was surprised to see the soldiers stand up, look at the crowd with the eyes of picking prey, and then walk towards their respective goals.

Every selected person has a characteristic, that is, the barbarians who have begun to grow old, and one of them is Old Lotta.

"No, you can't do this!"

"I still have use, I still have strength, I can still fight for the Lord."

"For the survival of the remaining people, please dedicate your flesh. The Lord will remember your contribution, and your soul will ascend to heaven." The priest soothed loudly, his voice looked a little hollow in the cold night.

Old Lotta seemed to be ready to escape, but before he got up, he was nailed to the rock wall with a spear, and his chest was pierced.

The blood-splattered little Ferro's face was covered in blood. He resisted the fear and did not dare to say a word.

He looked at Uncle Barmore, only to find that his face was deeply worried and uneasy.

He realized that Uncle Barmore was also getting old, and it might be his turn next time.

The "sacrifice" of the tribes made the remaining barbarians have a full meal, and the little Ferro also ate a lot~IndoMTL.com~It is very common in the tribe to feed on tribes. The only difference is that the food used to be The corpses of the dead people were killed alive this time.

……

At the foot of the mountain, a swath of military camps encircled the mountains in the distance.

In the dark, Chen Shouyi, accompanied by several officers, inspected the situation in the distance. He looked back 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 quickly.

"Too many." Chen Shouyi shook his head.

"Ah!"

"It's freezing cold, let them retreat, they won't be able to use it then." Chen Shouyi said.

Several officers looked at each other in a daze.

"General Chen, I will call the chief immediately." One of the officers recovered and said cleverly.