Heroic Death System

The food problem was essentially resolved, and the tribes swept away the previous sluggish atmosphere and began to actively prepare for the winter.

You can cook gardens during the day, marinate vegetables, make fruit wine, sew animal skins. Mutu handed over all his personal possessions to Sankoh, including food, animal hides and precious metals and rare minerals, as his own helpers. At the end of the cold season, he intends to officially apply to the elders for entry to the directory to establish a family with him.

Although it is somewhat uncommon for lion kings to choose and males to have a family, in this era, the Orc still approves of marriages between males. After all, the Lion King is not hereditary. With this courage and strength, anyone can challenge the Lion King.

“Fox!” Mutu walked into the room in a furry fur wind and walked in front of Sankoh, laughing at the thief.

Jean-Claude looked at him strangely.

Mutu pulled something out of his arms and shook his tail and said, "Here you go. ”

He had a pendant in his hand, shaped like a little gourd, teeth white, small and cute.

After a closer look, it turns out that this is a bone flute carved from the bones of a beast. Although the shape is simple, it is completely hand-milled, smooth and delicate and obviously takes a lot of effort.

“This is my own bone flute, if you want to call me in the future, blow this flute, I'll be there in a minute.” Mutu patted himself on the chest.

Shanko Silence: The first time I met a big guy who made himself a "dog flute” and did it so naturally that he didn't do it...

He happily accepted the gift and hung it around his neck, raising his head to see someone staring at him with a radiant look, shaking his tail with extra joy.

Jean smiled and hugged him around his neck, passionately giving him a kiss.

Mutu was satisfied and his hair stretched like a big cat touched.

Half a month later, the Lions got a lot of catches in Ice Lake, the weather got colder and colder, and people decided to harvest another net and end the season's fishing.

A group of people joyfully arrived at Ice Lake, each searching for their offline location, and began to skilfully close the net.

Instead of helping, search nearby for available materials or minerals. There are many novel substances in this world, such as snowy rock trees that can form salt crystals. This tree grows in low valley caves, absorbs the nutrients of underground salt rivers, no flowers, no leaves on the branches, as long as it doesn't rain for three days, it will condense white salt crystals, surrounded by grass, only silver white flakes, very strange.

There is also a kind of berry fruit, the juice is thick, and the addition of grease, like flour, can be used to make berry bread, buns, rice noodles, dumplings and other foods with unique flavors.

And so on and so on. All natural ingredients, both nutritious and clean.

In the search room, suddenly a shouting sound of terror was heard from afar. You can look back, just across the lake, and a wonderful scene emerges. Large forests, like being frozen, condense into a layer of silver-white ice cream and spread rapidly this way.

“It's death spinning!” The Beastman dropped the tools in his hand and fled in panic in the opposite direction.

Mutu ran and yelled at Jean-Claude, who was still stunned: "Fox, run! ”

It doesn't matter. Turn around and run. The two people crossed the lake, each side, and quickly headed in different directions.

Dead swirling ice moves this way at extremely fast speeds, an ice knife-like swirling wind, whistling through the air with sharp blades. In the past, the ice flashes and the chills make people feel cold.

Mutu watched as the fox disappeared into his sight, anxious but hopeless. But more often than not, something more frightening happened to him, and the death hovered over the lake, hovering in the direction of the fox's escape.

Those who stood with Mutu were out of danger, and a few fled to the other side, but the situation was a crisis.

You can run away without even daring to go back. He seems to be the only one left between the heavens and the earth. You can only hear your impatient wheeze and the growing whistle behind you.

The wind is invisible and inescapable, and even if there is only one gap, it can get in, not to mention there is nowhere to avoid the wind.

It felt like a cold attack on his back, and death was only a step away from him. In the midst of a crisis, a steep stream of water suddenly emerged ahead. His eyes lit up and he jumped off without thinking.

By the time the body was emptied, the tip of the tail had condensed a layer of ice cream, listening only to a flutter, death spinning ice passed from the river, freezing the just splashed waves in the air, like a blossoming iceberg, flashing cold light under the winter sun.

The already turbulent river water was also frozen into an ice stream, trapped beneath the ice.

You can hold your breath, grab the water grass with one hand, and hammer the ice over your head with one hand. Although the ice layer is not very thick, being underwater and frozen and stiff can completely render you powerless, your brain almost loses its ability to think, your fingers numb, and your heart seems to stop beating at any moment.

Closed and cold glaciers filled with despair and fear. Amidst confusion, a familiar figure appeared in front of him. His memories flowed towards him like a tide. Happy, painful, sad, beautiful...

No, don't die!

Shanko's spirit shook, biting his teeth, pulling the dagger out of his waist with difficulty, exhausting his final strength, and stabbing his hands against the ice layer above his head. With a click, there was a crack in the ice.

It is possible to dig one strike at a time, eventually successfully breaking through the ice before weakening.

He rushed out of the ice and lifted his hand deep into the dagger - into the snow. Secure the figure by means of a dagger to avoid slipping yourself into the water.

After doing all this, he could no longer breathe with any strength, exhaustion, and a pale white mist breathed out of his mouth. A cold breeze blows through and brings a snowflake. His hair, eyelashes, eyelids, arms and upper body quickly formed a thin layer of ice cream.

It was all white and silent. Half the body leaned against the shore and the other half was still underwater, immobile. He could not speak, could not call for help, could only strip the snow from the shore helplessly, frozen and shivering.

Is it about to end? He was unwilling, and if he could, he did not want to go through the mysterious parting of life and death. Previously it was only a way to survive, and now he feels that every generation is his own life and that it is up to him to decide.

MD, System, if you let me die, I'll die? I'll show you alive!

Anger restored Jean-Claude a bit of strength, and he stroked around with his spare hands to find a way out of poverty. At this point, his fingers touched an object and he looked down at the bone flute that Mutu had given him not long ago.

Jean-Claude's eyes caught fire, and he shook the bone flute into his mouth, blowing it hard, a crisp, long flute immediately coming out of the bone flute, echoing between heaven and earth, scratching away in a circle.

Mutu has been following the trajectory of the ice cream in pursuit of a trail of sanctity. Death spinning ice has a very wide reach and is spread from time to time in several strands. Combined with the cold climate, it seriously affects the sense of smell of the animals. Mutu was unable to make an immediate and accurate judgement and was only able to find traces along the way.

As time went on, Mutu's mood became more and more impatient. The longer it takes, the less hope it will be, but as long as Sankoh's body is not seen, he will not give up.

At this moment, a seemingly flute was suddenly heard from afar, as if it were a guide light, illuminating Mutu's world in an instant.

His heart beat violently, his eyes glowed with excitement, his feet winding down and rushing in the direction of the flute.

Fox, fox! His name is constantly called in his heart.

However, as Mutu stormed out of the woods, the flute suddenly disappeared. He came to the side of a small river, and the already turbulent river water was frozen.

Mutu held his heart tight and searched downstream along the glacier.

But many times, he paused, and a flower of water condensed into ice cream appeared in his gaze, and he looked to the shore along the flower, only to see a person lying on the snow, covered with a thin layer of frost and snow, as if dead, with no life.

Mutu's pupils contracted sharply, then rushed to Sankoh's side quickly, kneeling on the ground with his knees, trembling and reaching out his hand, gently probing for his breath.

Weak, but still alive!

Mutu almost wanted to lean up and roared, exasperating the joy in his heart.

Pushing down the excitement, he carefully carried it out of the river.

If you look at that ice hole on the river, Mutu can probably guess what happened to the fox. In that case, he survived with strength. Mutu thinks his fox is amazing!

Her body was cold and stiff, her breath was dying, and her skin, which was already white, looked even more icy at the moment. Soft hair loses its old fluffiness, condenses a layer of ice cream, and lightly taps it to drop a little snow.

Mutu was heartbroken and glanced at Sangquo with a dagger in his left hand, trying to take him off, but was stopped by an icy hand. If you look down, you won't know when you'll wake up.

“Fox, you're awake! Great, I'll take you home in a minute.” Mutu was pleased to bring him into his arms and warm him with his own body temperature.

You can greedily absorb his temperature, listen to his heartbeat, and once again feel the joy of being reborn.

“I'll help you take down the dagger first.” Mutu said, going to get the dagger again.

Evasive, shook the head.

At first, Mutu was confused and discovered that the dagger's already cozy hands were glued together and forcibly broken apart, possibly ripping off his skin together.

He wrapped that stiff hand with his own hand, his eyes feverished and his heart ached.

This feeling of heartache is not the first time it seems to have been experienced a long time ago and is repeated constantly.

As if to perceive Mutu's emotions, he shook his tail with great effort and gently swept his cheek with his tail tip, as if it were comforting.

Mutu stared deeply at him with the pain of repression in his eyes.

Jean opened his mouth and said silently: Take me home.

Mutu glanced softly, holding him up and walking in the direction of the tribe.

Returning to the tribe, the Lions immediately surrounded themselves with surprises and asked about Sangquo.

Mutu had no time to deal with them, ordered someone to bring hot water, carefully removed the clothes from Sankoh's body, and warmed his body with a little hot towel. Put him in warm water after all the ice cream on his body had melted.

Sankoh's skin had several frostbites and his previously healed wounds had cracked, but he had no pain on his face and always had a light smile.

“Fox, I'm sorry.” Mutu touched his wet hair, heartbroken, “I wish I could have found you sooner. ”

The fox alone soaked in cold river water for at least two hours without a door to help, not knowing how desperate it was. He is not only his own people, but also his own lover, but he is always unable to protect him.

Jean slowly picked up the bone flute that hung around his neck, put it on his lips and kissed him, then raised his head to Mutu's lips and looked at him with clarity: Thank you, Mutu, for the bone flute you gave me, which saved my life. So don't blame yourself.

There is a feeling that their destiny has become weaker and weaker, and that one day or another they will be able to truly take control of their lives without having to repeat their painful life and death.