Alien world

Chapter 1600 Chapter 233. The Dawn of the Frozen Land is Quiet
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The strong wind blew across his numb ears, and Ike unconsciously thought, if the elves were here, their pointy ears would be blown off, right?
But it didn't matter. He had seen several soldiers without ears. If he dared to touch them, his ears would fall off.

Ike leaned his body, as if climbing a mountain, to resist the malicious cold wind that always blew from the front no matter which direction he turned.

His movements became slower and more clumsy until he fell into the snow.

He turned over with difficulty, and the soldier following behind him reached out to him.

Ike didn't hold the hand, but just panted and said, "I can't walk anymore..."

He crawled to the side of the road and sat in a snowdrift.

"Don't worry, the blizzard will bury me and I won't be exposed..."

Ike felt a little hot, as if he was lying in a fire pit, and the warmth made him want to sleep.

It was getting hotter and hotter, and he started to sweat a little, so he began to take off his armor piece by piece.

People kept walking past him silently. After throwing away the heavy breastplate, Ike's consciousness suddenly regained a little clarity.

He raised his hand, which gradually solidified as he pointed forward, turning into a signpost.

"rest in peace……"

Granvin, who was passing by, saluted the unknown companion and moved forward on the snowy ground paved by his predecessors.

Soldiers kept falling, paving a road of death. Most of them had the same posture: pointing their fingers forward to guide their companions behind them.

The only thing worse than a snowstorm and death is being lost.

Memories are useless in the ever-changing wind direction of slanting snowflakes; there are always people disappearing in despair in the wind and snow.

Granvin concentrated on his journey and didn't know when the footprints in front of him disappeared.

Am I lost, or are all the people in front of me dead?
Granvin didn't dare to think, so he could only wade through knee-deep snow and then hit a dead end.

There are closed rock walls on both sides of the valley. The wind and snow blow over the cliffs eight or nine meters high above the head, like a road paved with snowflakes.

Turn back?

Granvin lowered his head and looked at his swollen hands covered with frostbite, which could no longer hold the sword.

Can not go back……

Despair was revealed in the eyes shadowed by frosty eyelashes. Granvin staggered to the foot of the cliff, squatted down, and used his breastplate and leg armor to support a sturdy ladder, which gradually solidified.

If there are new comers... at least they will form a way out of life together with me.

If the snowstorm disappeared at this time, you would see the long black spots in the snow-covered mountains, like a young bud, blooming between the veins and gullies of the mountains.

Gary and John supported each other and reached the valley. When the wind and snow subsided, they looked up and saw a cruel and spectacular scene: more than a dozen soldiers piled on top of each other to form a long ladder of flesh and blood.

"Damn rat man..."

Jon clenched his teeth and trembled all over. He couldn't tell whether he was angry or cold.

"Climb."

Gary walked over.

Sacrifice… He'd seen enough of it these days.

"Sorry……"

Looking at his comrade who had been dead for a long time with his head down, Gary whispered, stepped on his shoulders and began to climb up.

John followed behind, his eyes red, wanting to cry, but unable to do so.

Gary didn't want to keep stepping on his companions' bodies, so he climbed to the top in one breath.

The black and purple fingers of the last section of the "ladder" were tightly hooked on the cliff. He had a chance to climb up, but he didn't know whether he had no strength or found the ladder unstable, and finally became part of the long ladder.

"If I survive, I will cut off the head of the rat elder and sacrifice it to you. I promise..."

Gary whispered, kicked off, and flipped over the cliff.

John moved slowly, not daring to use too much force for fear of disturbing the soldiers' sleep.

As a result, just as he emerged from behind the cliff, a gust of wind blew him backwards - bang!
At the critical moment, a pair of hands grabbed his breastplate tightly and dragged him onto the cliff.

John lay on the snow, gasping for breath. He almost... almost fell to his death in the valley without any value.

"Can you still walk?" Gary asked him.

John bit his lip and silently turned over and got up.

Two people appeared in the snowstorm, supporting each other.

The sky began to darken and night was approaching. They were lucky enough to find a sheltered corner in the mountain cave.

Some soldiers are already huddled here to rest.

Gary and John found a place out of the wind and retreated inside.

Soldiers came in one after another, making the sheltered corner a little lively, but no one spoke. Everyone found his own position in silence and rested tiredly and numbly.

It got dark quickly, and as night fell, it became a dark night inside and outside the sheltered corner, and no new soldiers came in.

In the early morning, a ray of light shone in.

Brushing the frost off his beard, Gary woke John.

But his condition was not right. He was shaking and his eyes were closed.

"Brother, I can't see."

Gary's heart sank, and he reached out to touch John's eyeballs - they were hard and completely frozen to death.

John seemed to realize something and stopped shaking: "Am I going to die?"

Gary was silent. John closed his eyes tightly and forced a relieved smile: "Don't worry about me, brother, just keep going..."

"I'm almost there—"

"No, do you want us all to become a laughing stock?" John whispered weakly, "Do you want people to point at the number of the Black Watch Corps and laugh: Look, these are the 'elites' who froze to death?"

Gary took a deep breath, "I won't let that happen."

John smiled with relief: "Go ahead..."

"Rest in peace, my brother."

"Good night, brother."

Leaving behind his companions and brother who froze to death silently in a sheltered corner, Gary and those who survived the night continued on their journey.

No food, no warmth, no rescue... no emotions.

Gary's mind was only filled with the thought of moving forward. Gradually, the thought "those legs don't seem to belong to me anymore" turned into "that body doesn't seem to belong to me anymore".

I don’t know how long I walked, and how many bodies I saw lying on the roadside. The blizzard seemed to have weakened... My numb face was no longer repeatedly cut by the wind, and it even felt a little warm.

Have I reached my limit?

Thinking of the undressed corpse on the roadside, Gary smiled bitterly, but his frozen face couldn't even muster a smile.

He wanted to find a place to sit down and welcome his death, but his legs did not listen to him and kept moving forward.

A hillside appeared in front of him. He walked along the hillside for a few hundred meters and suddenly found that the "warmth" was not an illusion. He had left the range of the blizzard.

The wind blowing across my face has never been so gentle, and the roaring snowflakes that were coming towards me have become smaller and thinner, falling lightly on my head.

Gary walked to the end of the hillside and looked into the distance. The scene he saw made him stunned.

Crunch...crunch...

There were several sounds of footsteps on the snow behind him. Gary turned around and saw vaguely his comrades supporting each other emerging from the blizzard.

He withdrew his gaze and looked again at the endless, frozen coastline ahead.

There are no circling seagulls, no sound of waves day and night, and the frozen sea water is covered with crystal ice flowers, as if it has been like this forever.

The dawn on the frozen earth is quiet.

(End of this chapter)