Winter is coming, and for the people of Freljord, the already difficult life becomes even more difficult.
Difficulty does not mean not being able to eat, but that there are a few more stiff corpses in the house.
Amid the cold snowflakes flying all over the sky, Fowlers swayed and dug a large snow pit in the snow behind the house with his green hands. After stripping off the clothes on his wife's body, he simply buried it in it.
The Freljordians never cry, for crying causes their eyes to freeze with ice crystals.
Back in the back room, Fulis covered his daughter's little body with his wife's simple fur coat, used his last strength to chew the last piece of unpalatable frost wolf jerky, and fed it to the sick girl on the bed with his mouth. Recuperating daughter.
Relying on her survival instinct, the little girl successfully swallowed the dry and woody frost wolf minced meat.
"The stove is going out. I need more firewood, otherwise Keslee will freeze to death. It's right at the door. I can do it..."
The wood pile for chopping firewood was right outside the door. The man walked out of the room and closed the door tightly, for fear that the wind and snow would invade this unwarm home.
The man has been gone for a long, long time.
The cold quickly swallowed up the room. The little girl was awakened by the temperature that was close to death. She was forcibly awakened by consciousness the next second she was about to sleep forever. The little girl opened her eyes and used her strong willpower and the dryness brought by her father to Frostwolf sat up from the bed and worked hard to move his stiff body.
The last flame of the fire was completely extinguished.
The temperature inside the house plummeted.
"Dad, Mom, I'm hungry."
There was only the howling cold wind outside the house, and the sound that gave me a sense of security disappeared without a trace. The two people seemed to have never appeared. Only the smell of meat in their mouths reminded me that someone had fed dried meat into my mouth just now. .
"Dad, Mom? Where are you?"
Feeling a little panicked, the little Freljord girl wrapped herself tightly in the warm fur coat and called out to her closest family members.
However, there was no response, as if the two of them had left them forever.
Tears flowed out uncontrollably. The little girl lowered her head and saw familiar clothes beyond her red nose.
It was my mother’s only long fur coat, which my father exchanged for a few snowfish he caught from a yak trader passing by the village.
Now the long coat is on him.
If you put on this dress, what will your mother wear?
Where is the father who has always taken care of my mother?
The wind and frost hit the simple wooden door, and the hail made a terrible sound, like the hideous laughter of trolls and bears.
The banging sound of the door in the snow seemed to be an attempt to add some more "popularity" to this desolate house riddled with holes.
The little girl wrapped the two fur coats tightly around her body, her head began to feel hot again, and the girl shrank into the quilt. Only in the quilt would she feel that she was back in the arms of her parents.
"Dad, mom..."
In the warmth, she trembled and closed her eyes, quietly waiting for death to come, spending her last time recalling every moment between herself and her parents. If there was a way that she could choose by herself, she would be willing to smile. Die in the memories of my parents.
"Bang."
The sound of the wooden door being pushed open sounded. The desperate girl broke through the shackles and oppression of the disease, lifted up the quilt in surprise, and looked at the door.
"Dad! Come back..."
The girl's voice of surprise stopped suddenly, because the person who appeared at the door of her home was not her tall father, but a blue-purple skinned weirdo wearing a hood, fur cloak and coat.
The weirdo carrying a big leather bag closed the door with wet hands, his expression particularly complicated.
The girl's eyes, full of light and surprise, quickly dimmed and turned into hollowness and numbness.
In her great joy and sorrow, the girl has forgotten the fear of strangers breaking into her home.
She didn't care about anything anymore.
"Sorry, I'm your father's friend. He asked me to take care of you for a few days."
The wandering mage felt a little sad when he looked at the little girl who had lost her desire to live.
Not feeling sad for the little girl, but feeling sad for the humans struggling to survive in the Freljord.
He thought he was strong, but he always felt sad because of these little things.
After hearing the weirdo say that she was her father's friend, the little girl looked a little more like a living person again.
"Uncle? Dad, where has he gone?"
Thinking back to the stiff man who was waving a wood-cutting ax with a worried look on his face before entering the house, the stiff man who was bent over beside the wooden pile at the door of his house, and the half-covered man lying in the snow. A fair woman, Ruiz tilted his head slightly, avoiding the little girl's hopeful and expectant gaze.
Their wills are as hard as ice, and at this moment, their bodies are buried together in the beautiful ice and snow.
"Your father said that your mother was lost in the snow. He was afraid that your mother would be lonely and wanted to find her and go home with her."
There was a little more hope in the little girl's eyes, as if she saw her father holding her mother's hand and returning to her again. Kesley smiled and felt that her head was not too dizzy and her thinking was clear. A lot.
Then, the little girl's eyes became a little more wary.
The vigilance that Ryze would have praised in the past now made Ryze start to panic.
With his heart skipping a beat, the wandering mage began to pray silently.
'Don't ask that, don't ask that, please don't ask that...'
"Uncle, do you know my father's name? If my father entrusted me to you, he would definitely tell you his name, right?"
Like a prisoner sentenced to death by the judge, Ryze froze.
What he was most worried about happened.
The girl used the simplest question to expose a lie that was too illusory and too beautiful.
He hates lying, is not very good at lying, and will not use another lie to cover up his own exposed lie.
But at this moment, he had to do this.
Ryze was a little panicked. He was trying his best to lie, trying his best to lie.
"He, he...he left in a hurry. He only told me where you were, but didn't tell me his name. He just asked me to take you to..."
"Bald uncle."
The little girl interrupted Riz's words, her voice soft, like a dying ray of fire in an extremely cold night.
"My parents, they, they, are gone, right?"
"..."
"Let's go, my parents, leaving me alone..."
Leaning against the wall, the little girl's head hurt and tears welled up again. This time, she seemed to see her father pulling her mother who was lost in the snow to pick her up, with a large bunch of delicious frost wolves in his hand. Dried meat, my mother wore two long fur coats, and my father was wrapped in a thick yak leather coat.
The family no longer has to be afraid of cold or hunger~
The little girl laughed, her heart full of happiness.
"Keithley, let's go. Mom and dad have been waiting for you for a long time. Also, remember to say goodbye to that uncle before you leave with us, and be a good and polite child."
"Um!"
Turning around, Keslee used her last strength to raise her little hand, waved it to the blue-purple man with a painful look on his face, and then gently put it down.
"Thank you uncle, goodbye uncle."
The wandering mage wiped the corners of his eyes, took a few steps forward, closed the little girl's smiling eyes, and said goodbye to the flower of life that had not yet bloomed.
After all, he is not a Freljordian. There are some things that ice and snow can never freeze.
"I'm really sorry, little girl, I'm not very good at lying..."
