"I feel sorry for not leaving you a positioning tool." The last parchment paper was also very neat, with beautiful italics, and each word was as beautiful as a beautiful work of art, but the handwriting was obviously from the male hand: "Mainly, we didn't bring that kind of tool, so we really couldn't leave it for you. In addition, ignore the last few words on the previous page, the coat was placed on it by me watching her, made of the skin of the bear in the southern Warcraft Forest. It is quite warm, but like

If it is left for too long and cannot be maintained in time, the leather will become very crispy. It is okay to wear it here to keep warm. If you wear it when you go out for activities, it will probably take less than half an hour to break the clothes into pieces. In fact, she knows this problem herself, but why did I tell her that she doesn’t listen, there is really no way. Okay, my friend, let’s get through the communication across time and space. Finally, I wish you good luck. I hope you can successfully walk out of the ice field and save innocent lives. This is our greatest wish."

"This handwriting... OK, I understand. It turns out that you stayed. But is it really appropriate for you to flirt publicly in front of people hundreds of years later?" Freya sighed helplessly. Although the two people who wrote on the parchment only mentioned a few words, they could clearly feel the love between each other from simple teasing each other. But Freya had no resistance to these. She flipped the parchment several times in a row, then reluctantly put it back in the animal skin bag and put it on the table, igniting the small crystal energy stove on the ground in the center of the igloo. Although many years have passed, it is not enough to make the magic circle engraved on the metal invalid. Under simple operation, warm flames burst out from the stove, and orange-red flames jumped and licked the broken ice stuck to the stove. Not long after, a warm space appeared next to the stove.

The girl sat down by the fire with her backpack and did not touch the honey and wine left by the pioneers. For her, that was the last reserve. It would be better not to touch it until it was absolutely necessary. However, hunger felt like an evil devil. She followed her all the time, reminding her at any time that you can't escape my control.

"You have to eat something." The girl sat upright, pulled her backpack in front of her, and looked around habitually. She was sure that Catherine was not next to her, so she took out a few connected parts from her backpack, unscrewed one of the locks between each other, revealing a hollow space as thick as a teacup mouth. There was a small cloth bag inside. If you opened it, you could see three cookies stacked together. Although the cookies were as cold as if they were about to freeze, they still emitted a tempting sweet fragrance.

"There are only the last five places to store food." Freya did not eat the biscuits, but put them under her nose and took a deep breath. She greedily enjoyed the aroma of cream and sugar. The smell just made the girl's dry mouth moist. She used her firm will to put the biscuits on the outer edge of the crystal energy stove to bake. Freya limped out of the igloo, retrieved several large pieces of ice from the outside of the cave, smashed one piece and put it into a kettle for heating. Then, with the warmth of the fire, took off her coat and began to properly deal with several more serious wounds that were already frozen and blue.

"Hiss." The girl endured the pain of the wound and applied a hot water bottle to the bandage that was bandaged in a hurry, dissolving the blood that had frozen the skin and the bandage together. She took off the blood-soaked bandage and threw it aside, and quickly sprinkled some medicine powder to cover the smell on the bandage, so as not to be dragged for a long time. The hungry monster on the ice field came to follow the smell of blood. She looked down at the wound on her body. Especially the one on her thigh, the rolled skin and muscles had turned gray, and it was a little hard when pressed on, but

There was no feeling. Freya curled her lips aggrievedly, knowing that this was no longer a wound that she could handle, so she could only sprinkle some medicine powder into the wound. She wrapped it with a bandage, then barely fixed the severe damage on the thick cotton coat, put it on a replacement coat, then she sat upright, reluctantly smiled and took back the biscuits that had become soft again under the baking, put it to her mouth and took a light bite, as if she had eaten the most delicious thing in the world, and had a happy look after it for a long time.

In fact, Freya hasn't eaten anything in the past ten hours. The harsh environment consumes too much energy, which makes her have to replenish it frequently. Calculate that her ten reserved food has been eaten half of her. If nothing unexpected happens, she can save some tonight, eat five or six biscuits, and barely soothe her stomach that has throbbed. After eating the remaining three reserves tomorrow, she can only use wine and honey to fill her stomach.

I wiped out six small biscuits and drank a whole pot of hot water. Although I felt like my stomach was shaking with a bang when I moved, at least I felt a little more comfortable in my stomach. When the feeling of hunger faded, loneliness and despair came again. The illusion that being abandoned by the whole world and forgotten by my friends was like a bug, constantly gnawing on her consciousness. The surroundings became quiet again, and the outside of the igloo fell into darkness. The darkness at the gate of the igloo was like a big mouth, which seemed to be mocking, and seemed to be waiting to devour everything.

However, Freya didn't respond to these things. She just sat by the fire with her hands in her knees. Although she was particularly reluctant to do this now, this was the most comfortable position she felt a few years ago. The girl's eyes were slanted to one side, and at the place where her eyes were concentrated, there was a short cylindrical metal device. The cylindrical diameter was about half a meter and the height was about half a meter. The upward side was covered with circular holes as thick as an index finger, which looked like a honeycomb. She stared at the metal device for a long time, and even the kettle on the fire was already boiling.

"If you use it or not, this is a problem." Due to the pressure of loneliness and despair, Freya can only use constant thinking to relieve it. Of course, the problem of thinking is also crucial, which determines her future fate: "There is only one chance, and if you choose the wrong choice, you can't try again."
Chapter completed!