It is different from the relatively peaceful Central Plains region.

Winter in a bitter cold land is particularly dangerous.

Especially after adding a group of unfriendly ‘neighbors’...

Violent roars echoed across the snowfield.

In the past few months since the beginning of winter, the wild boars have launched an attack for the third time!

In the previous year, they had increased the height of the city wall to eight meters.

At the same time, the number of three-bow crossbows on the wall has also been increased to four.

The continuously reinforced frontline camp can now be regarded as a fortress.

Showed quite good defensive capabilities.

At this moment, four three-bow crossbows were firing wildly.

They poured firepower towards the wild boars outside the fortress.

Since the location of this fortress was exposed.

They felt that the wild boar tribe that originally lived in the depths of the bitter cold land had now completely migrated to the periphery.

Before winter comes, this group of orcs will appear around their fortress from time to time, harassing them.

The closer it gets to winter, the more ferocious the orcs will become.

The reason is simple: supplies are scarce in the bitter cold land.

Once winter arrives, finding food becomes increasingly difficult.

And where is the large amount of food stored?

That must be the warehouse of their frontline fortress!

In order to plunder the food that allows them to survive, these wild boar people's offensive is frantic.

The most terrible thing is that the number of wild boar people is quite large.

This frontline fortress was once attacked by hundreds of wild boars.

The fortress was almost breached.

Fortunately, Hill's mammoths and Harold's ice bear warriors showed great power.

Coupled with the joint resistance of the three tribes of kobolds, werewolves and foxes, the fortress was finally defended.

A battle ended temporarily with the retreat of the quilboars.

"Damn! Are these guys finished yet?!"

Li Liancheng swung the two knives in his hands vigorously to shake off all the plasma stained on the two knives, and cursed breathlessly.

Gou Shan, who was standing not far away, glanced at the corpses around him without saying a word, then dragged his tired body slowly towards the location of the fortress camp.

He was so tired that he no longer had the energy to curse.

In winter in a bitter cold land, battles like this can be said to be the norm.

But no one is used to it.

Because every battle is accompanied by huge dangers.

No one knows whether they will survive the next time.

At the same time, deep in the bitter cold land.

Along the way, it can be said that the white fox elder Cassin, who has gone through a lot of hardships, is standing tremblingly in front of a huge creature!

"Fox, Cassin, the elder of the fox tribe, pays homage to the chief!"

The two short legs of the white fox elder Cassin were trembling uncontrollably.

This fear stems entirely from the instinct of the species.

At this moment, sitting in front of him was an extremely burly bear man covered in white hair!

If calculated based on tonnage alone, the Ursines are even better than the Tigers.

The height and build are generally close to four meters.

And the one in front of me is Bain, the leader of the bear tribe in the bitter cold land!

The size is actually larger than that of an ordinary bear.

Close to the five-meter level!

He is also one of the overlords deep in the bitter cold land.

Therefore, the bear-man Bane in front of him is also called the Warchief by other orcs living in the bitter cold land.

The original gang of ferocious wild boar people would basically have no choice but to run for their lives if they faced the bear people.

"I heard that you have something you want to give me as tribute?"

The dull sound was like a loud bell, making Cassin feel like his ears were ringing.

Holding back this discomfort, Cassin showed an almost flattering smile on his face.

"Yes, yes, Big Chief, I got some rare things from humans before, so I came here specially to present them to the Big Chief."

"Oh? Did you get it from a human?"

After hearing this, Bain showed a look of interest on his huge bear face.

Then he spoke...

"Bring it up."

Bain's words were obviously not directed at Cassin.

How could Cassin still have his possessions after entering their territory?

It had been taken away by the bear tribe a long time ago.

Now after hearing Bain's order, several bear men nearby immediately brought those things up.

The fox tribe tried their best to get nothing more than a few kobold short spears from the civilizations of the world.

These short spears look quite similar in the hands of orcs such as kobolds and vixen, whose physiques are relatively close to humans.

But if it were held in the hands of Bain, who was nearly five meters tall, it would be a bit funny.

To be honest, the way Bain held the short spear with his two fingers was like holding a toothpick.

At this moment, Bain, who felt that he had been fooled, could be said to have darkened in an instant.

Kassin noticed this change, and for the sake of his own life, he hurriedly spoke...

"Great Chief! Although this thing is small, it is a human weapon. It is very powerful. The front part can easily cut through the flesh. If you are stabbed by this thing from the front, your life will be lost if you are not careful."

"oh?"

After hearing this, Bain looked at Cassin with suspicion.

Then he pricked his finger with the short spear quite simply.

Apparently he didn't take this gadget seriously at all.

As a result, even Bain himself didn't expect this.

A sharp tingling sensation made him frown on the spot.

There is a saying that goes like this: Ten fingers connect to the heart.

The pain was obviously not much lighter.

At this moment, the entire front end of the short spear was completely submerged in his fingers.

From the wound, blood began to flow out quickly.

Bain was shocked.

Obviously, he didn't expect that this human weapon would be so powerful.

But soon, Bain discovered another important thing.

So what if it's awesome?

A short spear as big as a toothpick, who do you expect him to kill with this?

It was as if he had seen through Bain's thoughts.

White Fox Elder Cassin quickly added...

"Great Chief, although this weapon is not handy, I know the location of the human camp. I think those humans must know how to make such a weapon."

"So, as long as we knock down the human camp and let the humans make larger weapons according to the chief's requirements, there should be no problem."

"By then, with such a powerful weapon, the other great chief will probably not be your match, the great chief."

It has to be said that in the world of orcs, the minds of the fox tribe are relatively fast.
To be continued...