"On the high heaven, I have mercy on our kind father."

"You are the almighty God who guards Curry Woosh, thank you for your blessings and praise your generosity."

"By your instructions, the twelve chosen people have embarked on a long journey to the north. I hope to gain your favor and protect them from returning safely."

The voice swayed and swayed, rising around the cylindrical totem piled up by huge rocks, dissipating in the howling cold wind.

A huddler kneeled in front of the totem pillar, wearing a thick animal skin cloak with thick cloth lining. For people of his age, if they don’t wear so much, it will be difficult to survive in such a cold environment.

Time passed by minute by minute, and there was no reaction on the totem that called the gods. The old man stood up, and the folds of the skin on his face were full of worries and loss.

A tall young woman stood beside her. Her skin was very white, her soft hair was draped behind her, swaying gently in the cold wind, and her red eyes were equally worried, but she quickly hid this emotion and stepped forward to support the old man.

"Dear High Priest, please rest assured. Sillet and others are the strongest warriors of the tribe. They will definitely come back with powerful helpers according to the guidance of the new god."

The old man nodded. As the leader of the nearly 10,000 people of the Currywushi tribe, he could not be weak, at least not show it. He could only say as firmly as possible: "May the new God bless us."

Behind the high priest was a teenager. His hair was as red as a mane, and there was a shocking horizontal scar on his face. It started from his left face, crossed the bridge of his nose, and connected to his right cheekbones.

Hearing the words of the two, his eyes were full of disdain and he couldn't help but sneer.

The high priest and the woman turned their eyes away at the same time.

The boy seemed a little guilty, but immediately stubbornly stubbornly said: "They must be dead. How could there be living people in the north? The powerful winter country has collapsed, and no one can survive."

The high priest was not angry and said slowly as he walked, "Galillo, my child, you should remain in awe, whether it is for the God in heaven or for other civilizations in the world."

"You don't know that before the disaster, the Xia Kingdom in the north was already a country stronger than the Winter Kingdom. The people there had a characteristic that we did not have, that is unity." He seemed to chuckled with a self-deprecating voice.

"If there is still that civilization in this world that can be preserved intact, I believe it will be them. It is an honor that my thoughts coincide with God's instructions."

Galillo, with red hair, was born fourteen years ago. He knew nothing about other countries that once existed in the world, because the Kingdom of Winter had long fallen, and schools and education were all destroyed. Not to mention history, he did not fully master the words, and he still could only write his own name.

He didn't know what Xia Kingdom, the Western Pole Kingdom, and the Green Green Kingdom, but he knew that there was a complete country on the snowfield where they lived, but now it fell apart and its people were wandering.

This young man always had a rebellious spirit in his heart. He unnaturally turned his face to the side. Due to the majesty of the high priest, he wanted to endure it, but for some reason he still blurted out: "God, if it is truly omniscient and omnipotent, why don't we kill all the monsters for us."

At this time, the high priest who had been kind and tolerant could no longer hold it back, and his eyes became sharp like a knife: "Stop talking, you are too presumptuous."

Galillo said nothing and quickly ran to the front.

Looking at the displeased high priest, the young woman advised: "He is just too young, we have all experienced this period, aren't we?"

The high priest shook his head: "I am too indulging in him. Maybe I shouldn't have done this, but whenever I think of the scene where his parents died in battle, I can't be strict with him."

The two of them crossed the ruins and sneaked slowly.

It can be seen that this place was once a small town, but it was not large in size. The collapsed or unfallen houses were much larger than those in the Xia Kingdom. This is the architectural style of the area.

Finally, the two walked into a tall building, which still retained its original shape, perhaps after some repair, and seemed to be the government center in the town.

When I opened the door, a warm feeling instantly wrapped around people. I found out that the fireplaces on both sides were burning with raging flames. This was an indispensable indoor facility in the Winter Country.

"High priest, assist in the sacrifice."

People along the way stopped to greet them when they saw them.

"Is there any news?" The high priest went to the fire and took off the cloak of animal skin on his body. Someone took it over and hung it on the clothes hanger.

"Are you talking about the north, or about the damn monsters?"

"Tell me all." The high priest seemed a little tired and reached out to rub the corners of his eyes.

"Someone discovered traces of the King of Snow Fields activity in the southwest, and the monster activities over there seemed to confirm this. North, well... they have not come back yet."

After hearing this, Galillo, who was polishing a short knife on the side, shook his nose angrily and muttered in a low voice: "I know."

The reactions of the others were not much better than that of him. A few months ago, they sent away the twelve strongest warriors in the tribe with hope, but the long-term silence slowly made them lose confidence.

"Okay, I understand." The wrinkles on the high priest's forehead became deeper.

The young woman who was a sacrificial ritual asked softly in his ear: "Do you need to transfer?"

"Should wait for two more days. If there is still no news from Sriet and the others, then leave."

At this time, the gate was almost knocked open with a bang, and a strong young man with a waist knife rushed in: "High Priest! Is the High Priest there?"

"What's up?"

"Here I'm back! Sylette is back!! He's still bringing people from the north!"

A scream rang out in the hall. After months of waiting, a miracle finally happened!

Galillo's movements came to an abrupt end and stood up in shock, without saying anything for a while, because he had clearly said a few minutes ago that Silette and the others would definitely not come back.

The high priest finally smiled on his face: "Where are they?"

"Just outside the town, the leaders of the northerners said they were going to get permission to come in again, and they, well, looked friendly."

"Quick, I'm going to greet them."

The high priest put on a cloak and walked quickly out the door. Everyone in the hall followed him out, and about dozens of people left the town in a mighty manner.

The female assistant priest walked in front. She was the highest-ranking Currywosh, except for the high priest. The old man was not as good as his legs and feet and could not walk fast, so she had to take on the responsibility of greeting the visitors.

As she walked, she couldn't help but speed up again, even trotting up a small hill. She first saw the tall Serett, followed by the group of strangers dressed in uniform and neatly lined up.

Without caring about the curiosity in her heart, she calmed down her breath and walked forward as dignified as possible.

"A guest from afar, I am a tribute to the Kuriwush tribe, Luoning Yevramachi, welcome you."

She bent slightly, not sure if the other party could understand her language, but believed that this attitude would make them feel their kindness.

However, the tactical team brought an expert group's translation, which accurately conveyed the meaning of the female assistant.

"Hello, we are from Xia Kingdom, my name is Zhu Talan."

He used the language of the Kingdom of Winter. Although it was not very standard, his meaning could be clearly expressed.

After hearing this, Luo Ning sighed secretly that although the other party seemed not very strong, they were well-equipped and neatly equipped, and some people could speak the language of the Kingdom of Winter, which shows that they have a good education system, which shows that survival is definitely not a problem for the people of Xia.

After saying a lot of scenes, the high priest came late with the others.

Like Luo Ning, he immediately expressed his sincerest blessings and welcome. As a leader, he would not make any judgment arbitrarily. No matter who he came, he would have to contact with kindly and try to get all possible help.

But the other people's situation is a little unopenable.
Chapter completed!