As my feet stepped on the snow on the ground, there was a constant "click" sound, and from time to time there was the cry of a riding animal.
The mist spraying out of the mouth and nose proves how cold the weather is at this time.
Even the strong riding animals can't bear this severe cold weather.
Under constant driving by the caravan members who were driving the beasts, these beasts walked slowly and looked listless.
The bodies of these riding beasts were covered with rising mist and frost condensed from sweat.
In order to prevent these riding animals from freezing, caravan members put animal skins on their bodies to help them withstand the severe cold.
After all, these beast-mounted camels are all relied on to transport goods along the way, so there must be no mistakes!
The two caravans continued to move forward on the road, and many of the caravan members were wrapped in a mess of items to keep out the cold.
Although the physique of the monks is far superior to that of ordinary people, they cannot withstand the continuous invasion of severe cold.
The storm and snowstorm last night gave these monks a hard time, and they haven't recovered yet.
Among the two caravans on the way, there was a human caravan, which looked very eye-catching.
There are about seven hundred members of this human caravan, and their faces look like they have traveled a long way.
The heavy snowfall without warning caught the members of this caravan by surprise.
They had never seen such heavy snow in their area, and many people were even wearing single clothes.
In this cold weather, the single clothes they wore had almost no protection against the cold.
Fortunately, they also hunted a lot of monsters along the way, and the fine furs were saved, which came in handy at this time.
Put some of these animal skins on your body, and then tie them tightly with straw ropes. Although they look nondescript, they can still withstand some severe cold.
In the caravan at this time, there was a fat man who attracted special attention.
This fat man is extremely strong and fat.
The fat man with thick legs and thick arms was actually wrapped in seven or eight animal skins, covering himself tightly from top to bottom.
As if he was afraid of freezing, he even wore a simple animal skin tube on his head, which served as a fur hat to keep out the cold.
Walking on the snow-covered road, this fat man looked like a moving ball, standing out among the caravans!
The members of the alien caravan on the side cast their gazes from time to time, with expressions on their faces holding back smiles.
After all, the shape of this fat man looks really funny!
Those mocking glances couldn't escape Fatty's perception.
It's just that Fatty didn't pay attention to the looks in these guys' eyes at all, and always acted as if he had his own way of doing things.
At this time, he was looking at the middle-aged monk beside him with a proud face, and an uncontrollable smile on his face.
"Old Sun, do you want to play another game and bet on the silver-horned animal skin you are wearing?"
While he was talking, the fat man glanced at the silvery animal skin on the other person's body and seemed very pleased with it.
"Get out of here, I'm too lazy to talk to you!"
Judging from the aura of this middle-aged man, he is clearly a lord-level monk!
In the wild land, it can be said that no one dares to provoke such lord-level monks. After all, everyone knows how powerful the lord-level monks are.
But when facing this smiling fat man, the middle-aged monk lord, who was the commander of the caravan guard, could not show off his authority at all.
When he looked at the fat man, there was still a hint of fear in his eyes.
The middle-aged monk looked at the fat man with vigilant eyes, and subconsciously held down the silver-horned animal skin on his body with his right hand.
This silver-horned animal skin is extremely rare. The middle-aged monk spent a lot of effort to kill this lord-level silver-horned animal and get this exquisite animal skin.
I originally planned to give this silver-horned animal skin to my daughter as a birthday gift after this mission.
Unexpectedly, the temperature dropped sharply last night, so the middle-aged monk had no choice but to take it out and wrap it around his body to keep warm.
In fact, the middle-aged man originally had a few good animal skins, but now they have become the property of the fat man next to him!
This bastard guy just won all the animal skins from the caravan guard, but now he wants to pay attention to this silver-horned animal skin. He is really greedy!
The middle-aged monk decided not to pay attention to this guy until he arrived at Holy Dragon City.
Looking at the middle-aged monk with his mouth tightly shut and his eyes looking directly at the sky, the fat man laughed, turned around and climbed onto a vehicle pulled by a riding beast.
This car was actually filled with all kinds of animal skins!
After the fat man climbed up, he lay down comfortably in the pile of animal skins with a proud expression on his face.
After seeing the expression of enjoyment on the fat man's face, several caravan guards in the caravan, who were wearing thin clothes and shivering from the cold wind, had expressions of contempt and fear on their faces.
In the entire caravan, these few people did not have animal skins to protect themselves from the cold. Apparently there was a reason for this!
It turned out that a few days ago, several guards could not resist the temptation of this fat man, so they had a few "little" bets with him.
The guards in these caravans travel all over the country. When they are lonely and bored, they often play a few games. They are all in this way.
The caravan guards are quite confident in their gambling skills.
With the cooperation of a few people, it is simply a piece of cake to win against a fat man who doesn't know where he came from.
So beside the bonfire in the rest camp, a few people started playing happily.
Seeing someone setting up a bet, the merchants and guards in the caravan also joined in to play a few games with great interest.
But no one expected that this fat man turned out to be a master. He won everyone's brains in just a few games.
After all the brain beads were lost, several guards gathered together and pledged the precious furs they had picked up along the way.
These furs are good things that these caravan guards hunted on their way, and they can be sold at a good price after being brought to the market.
In order to win back the lost brains, these caravan guards also staked their last investment.
It's just that these furs are the common property of the caravan guards. They have to take great risks if they do this.
It's okay if you win, but if you lose, you will definitely be punished!
Several people were also desperate, so they came up with this strategy.
Who would have thought that the fat man was so lucky that the caravan of furs belonging to the caravan members eventually became the fat man's trophy.
Several caravan members looked unwilling and began to think about how to get back what they had lost.
This fat man joined the caravan halfway and was always alone. He must be a wild cultivator without any foundation.
Maybe after scaring him, this guy can spit out his winning brains.
After several caravan guards made up their mind, they took advantage of the darkness and got into the fat man's tent that night.
What exactly happened during this period, no one knows.
However, on the second day, these guards all became bruised and swollen. Their eyes were full of fear when they looked at the fat man, and their faces were filled with flattering smiles.
To be able to make a group of fourth- and fifth-level monks into such a mess, this fat man is obviously not a simple character!
After the caravan's guard commander, the middle-aged lord-level monk learned about this, he personally came to the fat man's door to ask for it.
What is unexpected is that even if this lord-level monk went out in person, he did not get back this cart of animal skins!
Everyone found that after the leader monk came back, he just said with a gloomy face, "I am willing to admit defeat", and the matter was settled.
Traveling all year round, no one in this caravan is a fool, so everyone has a tacit understanding not to mention this matter again.
However, as punishment, the caravan guards who mortgaged the animal skins not only had their salaries deducted for a year, but they also lost their share of the animal skins to withstand the severe cold!
After this incident, although there were often gambling games in the caravan, no one would gamble with the fat man anymore, which made the fat man who was addicted to gambling extremely depressed.
"Sigh... If I had known this, I shouldn't have gone out of my way in the first place. That way I could have played for a while longer!"
The fat man lying in the pile of animal skins had a depressed look on his face.
Now he just hopes that the caravan can reach the Holy Dragon City quickly, so that he can have a good time!
His gaze inadvertently glanced across the sky, looking at the runes flashing in the sky. The fat man's originally indifferent face suddenly flashed with a hint of solemnity.
"Han Yue...Ice Charming Alien Race..."
A few vague words came out of the fat man's mouth, but no one heard them.
As the caravan continued to move forward, the newly built outer city wall of Shenglong City finally appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
(The role of Fatty was provided by book friend Roentgen VIII. Thank you for your support!)