Alien world

Chapter 1598 Chapter 232. Road to Death
The wizard robes with many small spells such as keeping warm and cleaning engraved on them have long since become ordinary wizard robes due to the ban on magic. Without magic, they are no different from ordinary people. They will get hungry, sleepy, cold, and die...

The 5,000-man Black Watch lost more than ten people in the ratmen's trap and nearly a quarter in the warp. After three days of trekking in the far north, there were less than 3,000 people left, and the 300-man mage group was almost wiped out.

Although the elite warriors have entered the realm of the extraordinary, they cannot survive in the harsh environment of the Far North without warm clothes, lack of supplies and rest, not to mention that their spirits are close to collapse due to the torture in the subspace.

The double torture of mind and body made the best warriors selected from countless people want to give up.

"what……"

The black rocks made the white mist exhaled by the soldiers more distinct.

Even in the sheltered cave, the temperature was still below freezing, it was just a slow death instead of a quick death outside.

"Hehehe... If there's a fire, I'll jump in to keep warm." A mage, wrapped in five or six layers of clothes stripped from his dead comrades, was still shivering.

He was not the only one who fantasized about warmth. A team leader was knocking around in the cave, looking up to search for something.

"What are you looking for?" his companion asked him.

"I'm looking for coal... If there's coal, we can start a fire..."

Make a fire?

There is only wind, snow and stones here. There is no firewood, let alone coal. How can we make a fire?
The team leader who was knocking around finally sat back dejectedly, and some of his sights dimmed.

They didn't die from the Skaven's conspiracy, nor did they die in the Warp, but they are going to freeze to death in the Far North... How ironic.

"This can't go on like this."

A whisper came from the group of people sitting in the middle of the cave.

Albek was wrapped in a cotton coat, his skin was ashen, except for his nose which was red and bloodshot.

"No one knows how far we are from the west coast, and how long it will take for the Empire to find us," said Albek. "If we don't make changes, we will all die in these snowy mountains."

The lack of rescue meant that Tom's team, who were heading north to seek a way out, might have...

"But what can we do? There is nothing in the Far North, no animals, no trees."

Albek looked around the cave, which was filled with a gloomy atmosphere. After a few minutes of silence, he slowly spoke: "Leave behind the seriously injured, and all soldiers who still have strength must go west at all costs."

The captain and centurion, who were still able to think, had their pupils shrank.

"Are you asking us to abandon our comrades?"

"It's not that bad yet. We can... wait until the snowstorm stops before setting off."

"Some soldiers said they found some frozen dragon dung. We can hunt dragons..."

Upon hearing this, Albek just shook his head: "What if this blizzard lasts for months?"

They had been in the mild environment of Middle-earth for a long time, and did not have a clear understanding of the harshness of the north, which was comparable to the heat of the south.

Albek looked at the soldiers who were huddled together in groups of two or three and said, "We can't hold on any longer. If we don't act cruelly, no one will be able to get out."

The captains were reluctant to abandon their soldiers, but they could not refuse this bloody proposal.

Just as Albek said, they couldn't hold on any longer. Rather than drowning in the vast ocean, it would be better for them to make a final struggle towards the land.

The quarter of the soldiers who died on the road were cold, hard evidence.

"And it's not giving up."

Albek did not want the soldiers to harbor any grudges: "If we stay here, we should be able to hold out for many days. On the other hand, many of you will surely die on the road, which is even more dangerous."

The captains' tense faces relaxed a little, and then they noticed that the word Albek used was "you." "I will stay with the wounded."

On the surface, Albaik was trying to reassure the "abandoned" soldiers, but in reality he could not hold on any longer.

Albek is not much stronger than other mages, and the only reason he has managed to hold on until now is his determination to lead the legion back home.

If he marches for another day, he will become an ice sculpture on the marching road.

The team members sighed, but they could only follow Albek's suggestions.

They dispersed to explain the situation to their teammates and the squad whose captain had been killed, causing a commotion in the canyon cave, which then died down, with nearly two thousand two hundred people separated.

There were less than 700 people left.

Albek took a deep breath, which caused him to cough violently, coughing up blood. But he raised his head regardless and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Go west, go west by any means necessary, even if your comrades fall in front of you, you must continue to go west, our way home is in that vast frozen sea!"

The soldiers said goodbye to each other, packed their equipment, and gave their last words - those who stayed and those who looked for hope, and those who looked for hope and those who stayed.

As they set off and disappeared into the canyon where the wind was howling, the cave suddenly returned to silence.

The people who stayed behind moved stones and blocked the cave layer by layer, blocking out the already thin light from the outside world.

As Albek watched them busy themselves, he silently recited a cold prediction in his mind.

With no food, only water and cold, they could last no longer than... ten days.

It is not that everyone will die on the tenth day. It is that the last person will die on the tenth day.

……

Uh...

The blizzard outside has not abated.

Armor has become a burden. It may protect them from the cold, but it also robs them of their body temperature like ice.

The armor that was supposed to protect them became a weapon that took their lives.

Even so, many warriors still refused to take off their armor and face the cold wind that cut through their skin like ice knives.

"Damn the wind!"

The string called reason was almost broken, and the centurion, who was leaning forward against the wind, wanted to cut something... cut off the head of the God of Storms, chop off the limbs of the Ice Queen, or some god in charge of the cold!

If the First Championship Corps can do it, they can do it too.

But in the Far North, there are no gods, only endless wind, snow and cold.

The 2,200 elite soldiers carrying hope began their death march. They formed a straight line in the canyon, with the people in the front carrying heavy shields and braving the blizzard.

In the past few days, they took turns to resist the wind and snow, but now it is no longer the case. The shield bearer will burn out the last bit of life, and then the person behind him will come up and take over the shield.

Everyone falls so that the comrades behind them can go further.

After trekking for several hours, they finally walked out of the long canyon, and the strong wind blowing in from the mouth of the canyon became disordered and chaotic again.

Shields were no longer useful, and everyone had to face the biting cold wind from all directions. Underfoot was the snow, which was tens of centimeters deep and could even swallow a person, and all around was the blizzard where only the person in front of them could be seen.

The long line dispersed unnoticed.

(End of this chapter)