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Chapter 308 Snow City Under the Iceberg
Three kilometers behind the caravan, a bloodbath was going on. The bodies of men and horses fell to the ground, and the blood was particularly glaring on the white snow.

The mercenaries of the Ice Road Mercenary Group had no idea what was attacking them. They fell from the sky, accompanied by icicles that fell like a waterfall, causing heavy casualties to the mercenaries in an instant.

These humanoid monsters crawled on their hands and feet, moving swiftly and fearlessly. Once they were thrown to the ground, there was no possibility of them getting up. In the short time of the attack, half of the Ice Road Mercenaries died. The remaining mercenaries gathered together under the leadership of the old mercenary leader and resisted the impact of these "monsters" back to back.

"Captain...what are these? I've never seen them before!"

The old mercenary used his skillful sword skills to cut off the monsters that rushed over, and shouted: "I don't know what these are. Maintain the formation, these are not beasts from the northern border, protect the mage, and don't let them get close!"

The only remaining mage in the mercenary group was protected by the mercenaries in the middle. He kept using magic to add buffs to the mercenaries and then strengthened an ice shield for each of them.

The wizard saw through the death energy emanating from the "monsters" and warned loudly: "These are undead!"

Undead!

The mercenaries looked at the ugly monsters around them. It was the first time for most of them to see the undead.

The old mercenary leader said: "There is a necromancer hiding nearby. Find him and kill him!"

Just when the mercenaries were filled with hope because of the old mercenary's words, the wizard extinguished their hope: "They are not summoned undead, they are real undead."

The old mercenary waved his sword to repel the attack and asked, "Are you seeing right? How could there be so many undead in the Northern Frontier!"

"Summoned undead cannot dodge, nor use tactics, they only know how to attack. Look at the undead besieging us, they hunt together like wolves."

The mercenary noticed that the undead surrounding him were not in a hurry to attack.

They first killed all the horses, and then kept a suitable distance, only occasionally suddenly rushing forward to harass, as if waiting for something.

The undead with intelligence are definitely not the low-intelligence creatures summoned by the necromancer.

They are more dangerous and more deadly.

The old mercenary held his sword and stood guard: "They didn't seal the encirclement. They are waiting for us to collapse and escape from the gap. They are very smart undead. Without horses, we can't outrun the tireless undead in the snow."

Mage: "Here, our physical strength is no match for the undead. The severe cold will freeze us all to death."

"Is there no way? You are our mage."

"There's nothing we can do! We can only hope someone passes by here and rescues us."

The morale of the mercenary group was bleak.

In the northern border, when travelers see traces of people ahead, most will choose to change direction. The chance of someone passing by here is very small, and it is even rarer to find someone willing to help.

Whether to defend or to escape, both lead to death.

The mercenaries faced the undead in despair.

The heavy snow quickly covered the bodies and blood.

The stalemate didn't last long. Finally, someone couldn't bear the cold and pressure anymore and shouted loudly, then turned around and ran towards the gap in the encirclement.

The chain reaction caused the other mercenaries to lose their remaining sanity and they all ran in the direction where there were no undead.

The old mercenary tried his best to shout to stop them, but to no avail. Seeing the approaching undead, he could only join the fleeing team, and even... cut the tendons of his companions with the tip of his sword.

From the moment they escaped, they were no longer brothers who could be trusted with life and death. Only those who could outrun everyone else would have hope of escaping.

The crawling ice figurines started running and chased after the mercenary from behind.

There were also crawling ice figurines falling from the sky, carrying large chunks of icicles to cover the mercenaries' escape path.

Corpses piled up one after another on the snow, until the old mercenary who was running in the front had his calf pierced by an ice spike, and the crawling ice figurines pounced on him and ended the battle.

In this way, the crawling ice figurines guarded the area of ​​several kilometers around Helot like loyal hounds, eliminating anything that might endanger the caravan.

As a result, the legend of a four-legged monster circulated in the northern border for a long time.

With the protection of the crawling ice figurines, Helot no longer pretended to be on guard for the caravan. He spent most of his time lying on the sled meditating, acquiring knowledge from the starry sky and expressing his opinions in the discussion group through the starry sky.

With the help of the Immortal Tower's vast knowledge base and the deciphering of immortal wizards who have survived for who knows how many years, the mystery of bloodline is being revealed bit by bit.

……

"Bonebreaker! The polar plateau is ahead."

At the reminder of the merchant Usman, Helot opened his frost-frozen eyes and was deeply shocked by what he saw.

This is the polar plateau!
Even though I had seen pictures and photographs of the polar plateau countless times before, it was only when I saw it with my own eyes that I realized that all the descriptions in pictures and texts were very pale.

It was a high wall connected to the sky, with a smooth layer of ice covering the vertical wall. To the east and west, the high wall was endless, lifting the polar region to a height of 10,000 meters. Even though it was still far away from the polar plateau, the soul-stirring sense of oppression still made people feel a little suffocated.

This "wall" is like an insurmountable natural barrier that separates the polar regions from the outside world, making them a mysterious and unknown world. Human exploration of the polar regions has not even reached one percent, and the depths of the polar regions are a forbidden area for life.

There is only one way to reach the polar plateau, and that is the iceberg and snow peak. It is embedded in the "high wall". Although the ridge is steep, it is at least climbable. Following the mountain road carved out by the ice and snow family, you can reach the ice castle at the top of the mountain.

The ice castle firmly guards the only passage to the pole.

At the foot of the snow-capped peaks of icebergs is the only city in northern Xinjiang, Snow City.

Whenever the freezing season comes, the natives scattered in the northern border will gather in Snow City with their families and supplies to spend the winter. Here, they can more conveniently exchange supplies and help each other survive until the arrival of the warm season tomorrow.

If you are lucky, you can be recruited as a watcher and receive direct protection from the Ice and Snow Family.

Therefore, the Snow City is even more lively during the freezing season. This time, businessman Usman took advantage of the heavy snow to import a large amount of goods before the roads were blocked, preparing to make a fortune during the freezing season.

The caravan continued to move forward, and the high wall gradually blocked half of the sky. In contrast, the walls of Snow City were as thin as a low fence.

Outside the Snow City, there are igloos built with ice blocks by the people of the northern border. They use sharp knives to cut slices of frozen meat and chew them directly in their mouths. Fat is a precious fuel and is only used when it is most needed.

The harsh environment eliminates all those who are not adaptable, so people in northern Xinjiang have excellent physical fitness and can stand up like bears.

In order not to attract attention, when approaching Snow City, Helot dispersed the flint giant.

The horse pulled the sled between the igloos, and the merchant Usman sat on the sled and greeted the people of northern Xinjiang enthusiastically. Some children ran after the sled, and Usman even threw some candy to them.

The people of northern Xinjiang were also very friendly to Usman and his caravan, asking about the prices of some condiments. Although they were used to eating raw meat, they could not resist the added flavor of salt sprinkled on the meat.

The caravan passed through the igloo area and arrived at the gate of Snow City.

The watchmen guarding the city gate rode on armored bears, holding battle axes or swords in their hands, and watched everyone entering and leaving the Snow City vigilantly. Anyone they considered suspicious would be stopped and searched strictly.

Helot sat firmly on the sled, wanting to see how Usman would deal with these watchmen. His cargo contained prohibited items, which could be discovered with a careful inspection.

But Usman did not seem nervous at all and greeted the watchmen naturally.

And then... the watchman just let them go!

It seemed as if he had no interest in what was inside so many boxes.

The buyer of that batch of mechanical parts was indeed no ordinary person, and the Ice and Snow Duke's dominance over the Northern Frontier was not as solid as imagined.

Entering Snow City, Helot felt as if he had come to the ancient world recorded in books.

The stone houses were built with little consideration for comfort, with narrow doors and narrow windows that were tightly closed to prevent any cold wind from getting in.

The road was far from being flat, with potholes filled with compacted ice and snow, and the roadside was littered with frozen feces.

Helot was glad that he did not come to Snow City in the warm season. He could imagine what the scenery inside Snow City would be like after the permafrost thawed.

It is a place completely isolated from modern civilization. Even the remote town of Hog is far more advanced than the much larger Snow City.

Of course, if anyone wants to experience the life of ancient people, coming to Syracuse is definitely the right choice.

The caravan entered a courtyard and the servants carried the goods into the warehouse.

Usman took out a purse and handed it to Helot: "I didn't expect that we could reach the snowy peak in just seven days. This is simply a miracle. Respected Bonebreaker, this is your reward."

Helot took the purse and opened it to reveal some silver coins.

Most people in the northern border do not accept paper money, which seems to be worthless. Barter is the main form of transaction, and the metal currency issued by the early empire is also recognized by the people in the northern border.

Helot took out a few coins and felt their weight in his hand. "The Empire discovered a gold and silver mine with huge reserves in the Comossos Islands, causing the international silver price to fall. Privately minting silver coins already has very high profits, but I didn't expect that these silver coins would be mixed with other metals."

Usman smiled and took out another purse: "The metal imperial shields are becoming less and less. In order to facilitate transactions with the people of the northern border, we have to mint some coins ourselves. If you think these silver coins are not pure, I will double the price."

Helot put away both money bags. It would definitely be more convenient to use metal currency in the northern border.

"Don't worry! I'm just an ordinary traveler, I won't casually say things that shouldn't be said. Our employment relationship ends here, I wish you wealth and wealth fill your coffers.

goodbye! "

Usman wanted to keep him, but Hailot had already walked out of the courtyard.

Outside is a strange snow city, and he must find out the news about Princess Emma Luberry as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)