In the north of the middle of the night, the cold wind blowing under the moonlight was as sharp as a knife, and the snowflakes and ice crystals were rotating rapidly, like serrated teeth floating all over the sky, enough to cut through people's flesh and blood.

Standing on the cliff, Dalot's sturdy body stood in the strong wind, like a hill, his body was larger than the strongest white bear in the north, and his breath could raise the like steam like a pillar of smoke.

But the scattered snowflakes fell on his skin, but were not melted by the imagined heat, but instead condensed into a part of his armor, a scale of the solid ice armor.

This winter is very cold and cold. The heat in the warriors' skin and flesh are taken away by ice and snow. Only the liquid rushing in their blood vessels and a little heat in their bone marrow can be retained.

Dalot himself was protected by a snake and a wolf, and was not afraid of frost and wind, but his black eyes stared at the tribe under the cliff, with childlike sorrow in his eyes.

Cold. This is normal.

Winter is always getting colder and colder, and may not be obvious in other parts of the mainland, but for the northern tribes who were originally wandering in the cold and darkness for a long time, the insignificant difference in winter every year is the difference between how much moss grass and livestock under the frost can survive, and the difference between life and death of many compatriots.

This year may be fine, but what should I do next year and the year after tomorrow?

If you want to survive, you should be prepared early or be prepared to seize other people.

The rocks were scraped with scars by the shrill wind, and the solid frost was carved into rugged shapes. One foot was on the edge of the cliff, and the strong man turned around and walked toward the silent behind him, but dragged a team of warriors, which was a terrifying number of source-energy beasts.

The great chief of the Rimu tribe returned from Dongzhao, and 260 professionals above the Heart Light and Heart Light swept across all the living creatures in the Eternal Ice Field. This is an unprecedented big hunt.

Most of the source energy beasts in winter will converge, which is the peak period of natural disasters. At least five different natural disasters will rage all over the wasteland, wandering like sweeping robots that clean up garbage.

Whether it is a star hail disaster like a meteorite or a blade snow disaster that can break up a hill, it makes all the source energy beasts, including the dragon, tremble and stay in the nest and wait for the end of the disaster. At this time, the winter hunting team, which will calculate the interval between the disasters, will set off and kill these powerful beasts when they are most vulnerable, to satisfy their hungry compatriots in the tribe with their flesh and blood.

Most of them will succeed. Human wisdom and weapons surpass the instincts of beasts. Although certainly, a large number of warriors will die, but most of those who are willing and allowed to participate in the winter hunt are demonized warriors whose blessings are irreversible even if they are dragons.

If they survive, their strength will hurt their relatives and tribes - tribes do not need such warriors, and warriors do not need such self.

So before they snatch their last sanity from madly, they will contribute with this last power.

They died to the point, and used their last strength to provide their families with enough food to spend the winter and even the next year.

But this time it was different. In the name of Rimu, the senior master of more than seven large tribes were joined by Rimu. The Rimu Chief swept away all the threatening monsters in the Yongji Icefield, and even three silver dragons wandering in the ice and snow were no exception.

Although more than thirty elite warriors were killed, in the end, there were probably not a few of these entire Aion continent. The powerful beasts that could cause ice storms by breathing fell under the chief's giant axe. Their bodies were broken into pieces, and part of them were sacrificed to the dragon in the sky as sacrifices on the spot, and the remaining part was brought back to the tribe.

"This time it's enough for the children. The blessing of the dragon will last for generations. Our children will grow up under the nourishment of the flesh and blood of the wilderness and become stronger warriors than us."

In the team, a middle-aged warrior following Dalot said with a smile, bringing up the claw scars on his face and wrinkled: "With so much prey, it is impossible for the tribe to die again this year."

"From this year, it will never be again." Another old warrior with a white-haired, stiff face as if frozen by ice and snow also smiled. He dragged the frost sled behind him, which was at least a hundred times larger than himself, his mouth raised little by little, and his tone was expected: "Those are all very good and very good children. Under the gaze of the dragon, they will definitely be stronger than us who can survive."

This words brought a series of gentle laughter in the team. In the wilderness, they could not laugh loudly. The cold wind, the accumulated ice and snow, and dangerous source energy beasts were all threats. But they still wanted to laugh because of joy.

A tidal giant whale swaying in the North Sea alone is enough for all tribes to eat for several months, and this time, they brought back prey as high as a mountain, from giant whales to dragons, from white bears to feather elephants, everything.

In the distance, the sentry of the tribe saw the slowly pressing shadow. At first he thought it was a giant wilderness attack and was about to blow the whistle and guard, but soon, he realized that it was not a giant beast, but a team.

So, he sent a message happily.

"The Winter Hunting Team is back!"

"They are back and bringing back a lot of prey!"

"The Warriors are back!"

The sound was repeated again and again, and soon all the major tribes learned about the news. Even though the wind was cold, black dots still appeared on the white frost. They gathered in groups and went outside the tribe to welcome the return of the warriors.

"Just like in the past, sacrifice to the dragon today, sacrifice to the snake and the wolf tomorrow, and then the hunting will be distributed."

Facing the crowd of people, the noisy cheers and praises, Dalot's voice was as honest as a bear. He patted his shield-like chest and made a dull bang sound, laughing loudly: "Princes, go prepare the rituals of sacrifice. We brought back the heads of the three silver dragons, which will make our ancestors proud of us!"

As the entire Rimu Tribe group, the great chiefs recognized by more than twenty major tribes, the future Tianmu Khan, Dalot's majesty is absolute. Even the priests obeyed his orders. With the cheers of the people, the priests respectfully responded, and went to the center of the tribe to prepare materials and build a sacrificial ritual array.

The chief left the crowd and headed to the direction where his cave was located.

The tribe's body is located in a cave inside the valley. No building can withstand the strong winds that destroy the mountains in the northern border. Dalot walked through the corridor leading to his home, and after a twist of wind, he came to a warm crypt where animal skins separated all the wind.

In the crypt, an old man without legs and one hand slowly opened his eyes and looked towards the entrance of the cave.

The old man was so old that his white hair fell off, and the wrinkles on his face were like ditches, and his yellow face seemed to indicate that he was in his life.

But in addition, there was a mark on his forehead, which was hazy and seemed like a discrete dim cloud, but it could release light like a dusk and fill the entire crypt.

——This is the logo of the blessing, which can clear the symptoms of demonization for warriors in the tribe, and allow the crazy people to get rationality again. Only the most determined dragon priest can obtain this power.

The moment he entered the crypt, Dalot felt that the demonization symptoms that had been suppressed in his body had been reduced a lot. He came to the disabled old man who had opened his eyes, knelt down gently, and held the other party's only remaining hand: "Babe, how are you now?"

"The winter hunt is very successful. Although more than 100 warriors have returned to the snowfield forever, we have brought enough prey for the entire tribe to have a full meal for a year... Even if the warriors go south, their compatriots can still survive!"

"……I am fine."

Facing Dalot's care and proud words, the old man slowly opened his eyes. He had already approached his dead body, and even his eyes were about to dry out.

But looking at his son, the dragon priest still struggled to raise his hand, stroked the other person's skin and muscles that were hundreds of times stronger than Yuanneng Steel, and touched his child's cheeks.

He smiled lovingly and said, "Okay, OK, little Dalot has grown up and can lead his compatriots to eat full..."

"Babe..."

After calling out, Dalot seemed to have thought of something. He took out a bottle of ice-silver liquid from his arms, which contained the essence of ice and life shaking, forming a small storm.

"This is the blood of the life of the silver dragon. I sacrificed all the eggs and their souls, and there is the life of the dragon. Dad, after drinking it, there is also part of my blood in it, which can be endured by you!"

The old man raised his eyelids and he stared at the bottle of life essence that condensed with a silver dragon and all the dragon eggs. Then he slowly laughed: "It's great. Such a bottle of essence is enough to cultivate a powerful snake brave man. The big snake will like this sacrifice. He will descend the inheritance. Don't waste it."

"Bad!" Kneeling beside his father's bed, Dalot couldn't help but roar in a low voice: "This is for you..."

"I'm about to return to nothingness, my child." The old priest just shook his head slightly, and slowly but resolutely pushed away the essence of the dragon that had been sent to his mouth: "The voices of the big snake overturned the world and the wolf that devoured the world are becoming clearer and clearer. They are all imprisoned on the Dragon Moon, but they can already look at this earth... Dalot, you know, I have lived for too long, and one foot has stepped into the realm of nothingness. How can a bottle of silver dragon blood be resurrected?"

"Although I'm sorry that I can't see the return of the dragon at dusk, I can't see you becoming a warrior who can stand alone and lead the entire tribe. I can leave safely."

The old priest's loving eyes only existed for a short time, and soon, he closed his eyes tiredly.

There are three types of priests in the tribe of winter and dusk.

The snake priest was responsible for digging nests underground, performing sacrificial rituals, and building tribes to resist natural disasters.

The wolf priest is responsible for following the warriors to hunt and fight, performing reinforcement magic, leading teams to charge, attacking cities and troops, bringing death and destruction.

The dragon priest is the most precious. They can predict and bless them, change the direction of natural disasters, sense the veins of the earth, and dig out the precious metals needed by the tribe... The most powerful dragon priest can get the blessings of the dragon at dusk, use light to purify the cruelty and tyranny in the hearts of the warriors, and calm the symptoms of demonization.

The Snake that Overturns the World and the Wolf that Devours the World are both beasts of the dragon at dusk. They are the incarnations of ancient natural disasters that existed since the Age of the Gods, representing the "barren land" and "eternal ice".

Because of his fierce battles over the years, Dalot has obtained the inheritance of the World-Devouring Wolf. His power is equivalent to the natural disasters of the deserted north ice field, and even surpasses the natural disasters.

"Babe..."

Recognizing his father's firm refusal, even though he had already known the other party's physical condition, Dalot still wanted to let the other party live for a few more years.

This warrior who is stronger than the mountain-moving bear and can easily hunt down the wilderness giant beasts even has his eyes wet: "The sun is about to go out, and the dragon will return soon at dusk. I want you to see such a scene too..."

"Child, I will be in nothingness, just as the sun will eventually go out, we need to face our future, calmly and without fear, contrary to the tension and wailing we were born."

He said softly, the old priest's voice seemed to no longer come out of his vocal cords, but a vague sound of soul, and the dusk-colored light rippled in the cave: "The inferior imperial people thought that they could block us in the north with Yanshuang Pass and defeat us by their population advantage, but this was just an illusion. We were just showing weakness, reserve strength, and let peace and enjoyment corrupt those soldiers."

"When both the south and the north are attacked by cold waves, we will win."

As he said this, he stretched out his hand and a ray of light was pressed against Dalot's heart.

A ray of warmth was not warm, but it didn't seem like coldness. It was like the autumn sunset sunset that penetrated into the chief's body, which made him feel refreshed. Some of the hidden injuries caused by fighting the dragon were quickly cured, and the symptoms of demonization were reduced a lot, even increasing his strength.

In the sky, the waves and sensations in the sealed moon suddenly became countless times clear.

But Dalot held back his tears. He knew that it was his father who used the last bit of power of the dragon to bless him. He refused to live, but obeyed his wishes and took the initiative to join nothingness.

"Are you sad? Dalot? If you want to cry, just cry loudly."

At the last moment, the old man said slowly, his expression seemed to be laughing: "What's the point of patience? Crying is not a wound, and I am not an enemy either."

"Father...want to see your truest feelings and appearance."

"Babe!"

Sensing the hand pressed on his chest began to lose its pulse and strength. The strong man held the hand and shed tears.

His loud crying sound even came out of the cave, causing many priests and warriors who were preparing for the rituals of the big snakes and wolfs to hear it. It was like a storm, and the sound of a giant beast roaring, and the clouds were shaking slightly.

But no one was amused. They all knelt on one knee and hung their heads towards the entrance of the cave. The Dragon Priest returned to nothingness. The old man who led the entire tribe through countless cold disasters left them, and could hear other sobs and sad songs.

If you want to cry, you can cry. Men in the north do not cover up their emotions with etiquette.

When Dalot walked out of the cave, he was holding his father's body. Because he fought against the terrifying beasts in the wasteland and the imperial soldiers in the south, the old man sacrificed his body to protect his tribe and fight against natural disasters. His incomplete body was so light that he was even a larger dire wolf.

He raised his head and looked at the sky. The gloomy snow clouds rolled like heavy waves hanging high in the sky. However, the vision at the peak of the disaster realm could allow him to pass through the heavy snow and clouds in the sky to see the light above the sky. The Demon Moon and the Seal Moon hung high in the middle of the stars, flashing with the brilliance of the source energy.

The Demon Moon is shining brightly, but the sealed moon is almost pitch black and dim, with terrifying silence.

Dalot was not affected by sadness, and after crying, he had returned to normal.

The sacrifice to the Snake of the World tomorrow is likely to be inherited. He will select a young man from the two major tribes of the cold winter and dusk to inherit this power.

The new dragon priest is also ready to choose. Although the Dusk Dragon will choose the priest that suits him the most, the people on the ground also need to be prepared to avoid panic.

Then, he will trigger natural disasters to crush the gorges that isolate the northern wastelands and the northwest mountains, so that the forces of the two major tribes of winter and dusk will be completely integrated, and prepare for the upcoming full-scale war.

As for the Dragon Sacrifice to the next day, he will present the first saint rock that fell from the sky, using the fragments of the sun as the prelude to the unseal of the dragon at dusk, and provoke the light of the Demon Moon.

For people outside the northern border, the Demon Moon is actually a kind of consciousness to gain power. The extra Demonizers will be relieved by them in special ways, so that they can fight for the tribe.

At this time, it is the strongest time of the Rimu tribe.

Everything is clear and no one can stop it.
To be continued...