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 more stiff corpses in the house.
In the cold snowflakes flying all over the sky, Fowlers swayed, dug a large snow pit in the snow behind the house with his green hands, stripped off the clothes on his wife's body, and simply buried it in it.
People in the Freljord never cry because 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 cutting firewood was right outside the door. The man walked out of the room and closed the door tightly, fearing 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 before 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 tried hard to move his stiff body.
The last flame of the fire was completely extinguished.
The temperature inside the house dropped sharply.
"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 a 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 besides 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 who passed by the village.
Now this long coat is on me.
I put on this dress, what will my 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 ferocious laughter of trolls and bears.
The banging sound of the door in the wind and snow seemed to be trying to add some more "humanity" to this desolate house riddled with holes.
The little girl wrapped the two fur coats tightly around her body, and her head started to feel hot again. 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, opened 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 doesn'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.
I feel sad not for the little girl, but for the humans struggling to survive in the Freljord.
He thinks he is strong, but he always feels sad because of these little things.
After hearing the weirdo say that she was her father's friend, the little girl started to look like a living person again.
"Uncle? Dad, where has he gone?"
Thinking back to the stiff man standing beside the wooden pile at the door of his house, who was brandishing a wood-cutting ax with a look of worry on his face before entering the house, and the half-covered man lying in the snow.
A fair-skinned woman, Ruiz tilted her 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 snowstorm. 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 coming back 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.
In the past, Ryze would praise his vigilance, but now Ryze began to panic.
With his heart skipping a beat, the wandering mage began to pray silently.
"Uncle, do you know my father's name? If my father entrusts me to you, he will 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 Ritz'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, Kesley 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 bid farewell 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.
"Really... I'm sorry, little girl, I'm not very good at lying..."
