Vol 2 Chapter 232: ·Quell

My name is Quill and I am the son of the tribal chief.
Two months ago, a sudden snowstorm swept through the camp. I am a soldier in the atrium, and I have seen many swaying snowstorms since I was born. Bathed in a violent blizzard, no matter how powerful the warrior can't help but give the name of God Odin.
Once, like everyone else, I thought this blizzard would not last long. But unfortunately...I was wrong...
From the beginning, we were amazed at the power of the gods. Slowly, we noticed something wrong. Because there is no sign of stopping this heavy snow... The snowstorm has been spreading for almost three months, and it has crushed the camps of many people, and this is still just the beginning...
With the spread of the winter, the food in the tribe began to be insufficient. Worried, my father went to visit the old shaman in the tribe... He is the oldest person in the tribe and the most intelligent wise man. There are hardly any problems with him...More importantly, when he was young, he also went to the big cities in the east to study the Rune Rune.
When we came to his camp tent, he was sitting right in the camp tent, his eyes staring at the boss, full of bloodshot and thick unbelievable.
When I saw my father, his face rose with a miserable smile. With a smile, smooth tears ran down his gully cheeks. "It's over... everything is over..."
The old shaman muttered to himself, no matter how my father asked, he only said this.
The next day, the old shaman committed suicide.
This is a blow to the tribe. But even so, the living people still have to find ways to survive. So, my father led some of the youth in the tribe and left the tribe with some food.
"Only Sparta on the Great Wall has enough food...wait for me to come back!"
My father said this, and then walked into the snow without taking the soldiers back... But after a long time, my father never returned.
As the chief's son, I know... I can't stay weak.
But it's a pity... as my father said, I'm still too young...
Thinking, lying on the snow, Guell's gaze raised a gloom of despair.
In front of him, there is a group of hungry ogre trolls... Although their size is much shorter than that of a giant, even an adult troll will have a height of about four meters. The bulk of the body will also be completely transformed into the advantage of combat in combat. They don't even need any warm cotton coats and animal skins, and their thick layer of fat can cold.
No sharp weapons are needed, just a tree is their weapon.
I only have seven people, but there are four trolls... The hunger brought by the cold is not just for humans. The snow that has spread for three months threatens all lives. The extreme cold brings a huge amount of energy consumption. In order to make up for the energy consumption, both humans and other monsters need to supplement food... Weak animals, such as snow rabbits, have been frozen to death the first time the snowstorm hits.
In this case, human beings become the best food...
"Are you dying?"
Quil thought silently, with a little despair in his eyes... Quil was not worried about his death, he was more worried about the residents of the tribe. They handed over the remaining food to themselves, because the father took away many cotton coats, and the tribe even split the camp tents to make animal skin coats. And they are a dozen people crowded in a small tent to linger and breathe... They are dead, they...
Quill wants to stand up again, but this seems like a luxury. In Quill's perception, at least four of his ribs were broken. Except for the accident with his right hand, his left hand and legs were also broken by the troll's blow.
"Save me!--Save me Quill!!!"
This is Norn's voice. Quill is familiar with this voice... He is the child of Uncle Roll, and because of the chiefs, Uncle Roll and Guell's father have always been very uncomfortable. Not even the relationship with Norn and Quill. But when traveling in the wind and snow, Uncle Roll was also the first to stand up to support his father... until now, Quill still remembers the surprise on his father's face.
Clenching his teeth, Guell wanted to stand up, but his broken bones prevented him from delusion.
"Sorry... sorry Norn... sorry..."
Quill's eyes were filled with tears and teeth, but he could only watch the hungry troll with a smile on his face and then sent his head to himself. The mouth of the sticky saliva—Guyle knew that all he could do now was to bump his neck against the knife edge—at least not to enjoy the pain of being chewed.
But at this moment, Guell heard a loud noise.
His pupils shrank, and he saw an incredible scene.
Obviously it is cold winter. A man covered in bronze only wore a seemingly thin armor. The bronze arm was full of muscles, and the sturdy thighs were full of explosive bulges like the bull's heels.
Red cloak, and the war helmet with red head mane. He held a spear in his right hand, but he did not choose to stab. Instead, he slammed it out with an exaggerated, round giant shield.
It's like being hit by a boulder from a catapult!
The big-bellied ogres are like being hit by a catapult! There was a thunderous roar. The troll's abdomen burst open under a heavy blow. The intestines and internal organs shattered into pieces shattered wantonly. And through the crevice of the helmet, the man's eyes are more chilling than this winter.
It was like frozen raw steel, full of black silence.
Holding the spear, he met the glare of the remaining three trolls. The man staggered his legs and stood straight. Then, his companion arrived at the news...that were two men in the same outfit.
Standing in the wind, the three people stood in a row-their eyes, their temperaments are amazingly the same. There are obviously only three people, but it looks like a uniform army. It was a blizzard, and the whole world was filled with cold and dead white. But on their bronze-colored muscles, Guell could feel the surging blood... that blood was not warm and hot. It's the nameless Grim Reaper reaped in the world!
Cold! Morihan! It was like the dark clouds before the storm!
"This will be a massacre."
His eyes were loose, Quill murmured unconsciously.