() Twenty days later......

To the east of the Fikris mountains, an adult giant elephant with a steady pace appeared. From the side, the elephant is strapped to a three-meter-long locomotive on its back, and the cable goes around the belly of the giant elephant to hold the locomotive firmly on its back. Next to the locomotive, a young man in black was lying. The teenager's face was a little pale, half of his body was in his sleeping bag, and he didn't seem to be in good spirits.

The mountains here are getting lower, and they are already at the end of the mountains. Sparse cedars and shrubs grow along the way. The giant elephant walked all the way, and when it came across a bush, it rolled it up and put it in its mouth, chewing as it went.

"It's okay, I just feel a little sleepy." Iron Slag replied in a low voice. These days, although he doesn't have to walk, he still feels his body getting weaker and weaker. The extreme cold was eating away at his body, but there was nothing he could do. He had tried to grow insect shells to ward off the cold. However, within a few days, the shell of the insect was frozen and peeled off layer by layer, and the part that had just recovered not long ago was only a thin layer.

In order to restore his body, he had already eaten all the canned meat, but his physical condition was still not improving.

Alice sighed.

"I'm going to sleep for a while......" Iron Slag whispered to himself, seemingly unaware of Alice's words.

Alice opened the solar umbrella and went into standby.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe it's a moment, maybe it's a day. In the haze, he seemed to hear Alice's call.

He gradually woke up, opened his eyes blankly, and looked around casually. There was nothing but snow, and the only thing that could be seen was that it was a mountain.

Alice's voice sounded again, and Iron Slag slowly straightened up and looked up. Ahead is a calm sea, the blue sea is as smooth as a mirror, there is no wind, no waves, as if every qiē is still.

This is the Great Ice Ocean, located at the northernmost point of the world, bordering the Black Sea, the Stygian Sea and the Atlantic Ocean. Huge blocks of ice float here all year round, making it intimidating for all boats. If you are not careful, you will hit an iceberg and end up with a shipwreck.

Approaching this, the giant elephant lowered the iron slag and the red comet, let out a low cry of farewell, and then turned away. It must drive back to the west of the mountains and find its people.

After seeing the giant elephant leave, Iron Slag drew his machete and began to search for cedars. He's going to cut down wood and build a raft across the ocean! Before he came, he had already learned that there was no wind in the Great Ice Ocean and the currents were slow. When he planned to get here, he would tie a raft with cedar and cables, attach the red comet to the raft, and sail with the power of a jet bag.

Two days later, the raft was built. The raft is about seven meters long and three meters wide, with a red comet fixed at the back and a tent set up at the front. When the qiē was ready, the iron slag pushed the raft into the water and jumped up.

With a roar, the red comet's fumalist spews high-pressure air currents that propel the raft slowly......

In this way, the iron slag began its long journey across the Great Ice Ocean.

The Great Ice Ocean is as calm and deep as ever, and it has not changed because of the addition of a raft. On the third day after departure, Iron Slag sat quietly in front of the tent, looking at the calm sea, in a daze for a long time. He felt his body getting weaker and weaker, and he was on the verge of collapse. He didn't know how far he could go, and gradually began to wonder if he should come.

The cold wind was very cold, and he could only gently blow the corners of his clothes, but he still felt cold, and he felt cold to the bone. The sea is calm, there are no waves, only ripples. However, the sea water will still splash on the body from time to time, making the cold wind doubly biting.

At this moment, Iron Slag's lips were already white, and he could only sit reluctantly. He lacked nutrition, no hot food, not even dry clothing, and was always semi-wet and not dry. Iron slag has summoned insect shells to keep out the cold. But it didn't take long for the stratum corneum to freeze and crack, and even the skin cracked. It's just that now it's so cold that I can't feel the stinging pain in my skin at all.

If it was a bladed carapace in its full form, it wouldn't be so fragile. But he was eaten by a blackback piranha in the Black Sea, and coupled with the harsh living environment, the damaged part never grew back.

Alice called in a low voice, but it took a long time for the iron slag to react and reply in a low voice, "I'm fine, I'm just sleepy." ”

The red comet stretched out its clever mechanical arm and delivered a compressed biscuit to the side of the iron slag.

The iron slag picked up the compressed biscuit and looked at it for a while, and then slowly tore open the wrapper, pulled open the waterproof aluminum foil, and ate it one bite at a time.

The slightly sweet, dry, hard compressed biscuits made his stomach twitch. He felt so bad that his throat hurt like fire. Although it was hard to swallow, he insisted on eating a whole piece. Then he took out an iron cup of water from his tent, dug up the snow brought from the shore in the marching bucket on the side, mixed it with seawater, and drank it slowly. The snow mixed with sea water tastes bitter and cold, making people feel extremely uncomfortable.

The fuel had long since run out, the kerosene lamps had been left on the shore, and he now had to eat snow to replenish his water.

The afternoon sun shone on the raft, but it still didn't feel warm. The sun here doesn't seem to carry heat, it doesn't dry clothes, and it doesn't warm the body. After eating, Iron Slag twisted his neck, moved for a while, and then went into the tent to continue sleeping. He spends most of his time sleeping now, but no matter how long he sleeps, he still feels sleepy.

The days of wandering on the ice ocean passed day by day......

He has lost the concept of time, and like a walking corpse, he gets up every day to eat, and then goes back to sleep. I don't know how many days have passed like this. Every time I wake up in a daze, I look up and see the boundless sea.

A desperate thought was quietly eroding him.

However, worse situations followed.

Early that morning, he woke up with a groggy head that could barely stand on his feet. According to Alice's scan, he had a fever, but a high fever, with a temperature of over forty degrees. After taking cold medicine, he returned to his tent to continue resting. After several days, his high fever not only did not subside, but also gradually worsened.

That night, the heavens played a cruel joke again. The calm ice ocean suddenly stormed and the waves were monstrous! The raft, in the stormy waves, is like a lone leaf. Except for the red comet and iron slag, every qiē on the raft was carried away by the waves.

He didn't know how he had survived that night, but the next morning, the ice ocean had returned to its former calm. He had no tents, no sleeping bags, no snow in the barrels of the march, nothing.

He lay alone on the raft, cold and weak. At this moment, the Grim Reaper hovered over his head, waiting to swing the final scythe.

In that hazy moment, he seemed to have returned to Iron Mountain Town......

It was the day he was eight years old, and he was running through the streets and alleys of Iron Mountain. There was a garbage truck in front of him, and he chased after it desperately, pounced with all his might, and grabbed the rear of the car. The garbage truck moved relentlessly, and he repeatedly kicked the ground, struggling to climb up.

Digging into the stinking body, he finally found the Iron Old Man.

At that time, the old man was covered in blood, and half of his body was buried in stinking garbage. He dragged desperately, trying to pull the old man out.

However, the old man opened his eyes, shook his head, stretched out his trembling hand, and touched his head. He knew that the Iron Old Man had persisted until now just to wait for him.

"One day, you will grow up and you will find a goal to follow for the rest of your life, maybe it is a thing, maybe it is a thing, maybe it is a person......"

"But until then, your purpose is to live, that's all."

The scene gradually turned into the home of the low mountain, which was a night when he was fifteen years old.

That night, at the foot of the low mountain, hundreds of people climbed the low mountain with torches, trying to rob his home.

He was wearing a bulletproof vest filled with explosives. When he was five years old, Old Man Iron once took him to see fireworks. It was a celebration of the new sheriff of Iron Mountain, and fireworks were set off in the town. When the rotten fire meteor soared into the sky, it suddenly bloomed, and the entire sky was brightened in an instant. Sparks fell straight from the sky to the ground, like a beautiful rain.

"A real man must be like this beautiful firework, life can be short, but he can't live without dignity."

Today, he is going to be that firework, so that everyone in Iron Mountain Town will know that he is the son of the old man of iron! They're just as hard!

Drawing his heavy machete, he resolutely slaughtered into the crowd, and all those who spied on the dwarf mountain stronghold had to die!

However, two fists are hard to beat four hands, let alone face 100 people alone. Eventually, he collapsed from exhaustion. But that's just the beginning. He grinned and pulled open his bulletproof vest, revealing strips of explosives.

"Come on! Grab it! Why don't you come! He roared angrily, about to pull the lead! At the last moment, a pure white figure flashed and stopped his movements.

He glanced up.

This look will be unforgettable for a lifetime......

It was a tall, beautiful girl, dressed in a pure white dress, with a soft shimmer around her body. The moment she appeared, it seemed that all of them had lost their color. It seems that between heaven and earth, only this faint white light remains.

"Hello, my name is Lena Eucoris." She held out her hand to him.

The hands in front of him are slender and clean, and the nails are crystal clear. He subconsciously wiped his hands on his body and shook it.

"From today on, you're my ......," she said seriously, not like a joke.

He scratched at his hair, indicating that he didn't understand.

She smiled at him, then her face sank, she stood up and glanced at everyone, and shouted, "From this moment on, the sword that pierces him means declaring war on me!" ”