"On the other side of the ice, the natural environment here is cruel and unforgiving, covered with ice and snow all year round, there was a great past and civilization here, but the other side of the ice is now fragmented, civil strife is frequent, and even people have forgotten the moving history of the past."

The huge refining furnace spewed sparks arrogantly, not giving any face to the cold environment next to it, even if there were still large snowflakes floating around.

Under the stove, the snotty child stared at the frozen page in the hand of the gray-bearded old man next to him, waiting for the following, but did not respond for a long time.

"Whew!"

The spitting sparks became heavy, and the gray-bearded old man next to him had dropped the ice and began to pull up the bellows.

"It's not a little bit, the descriptions of outsiders are never as profound as your own exploration and cognition."

The child, who was only half of the old man's calf bone, looked up at the old man with a giant hammer and kept beating.

Yes, this old man is the most powerful refiner in the entire continent. Many of the most famous weapons that have been circulated on the mainland are from him and the handwriting of his ancestors, without exception.

And the old man either didn't speak, or he just said something with deep meaning.

This is Wang Teng's inner complaint.

Of course, regarding the old man's refining weapon, this is the consensus of everyone in the entire Savage Department and even on the entire other side of the ice.

However, he was very confused, he did not think that those pitch-black, uncarved, non-colorful, inconspicuous strips were weapons that had many legends and great reputations in people's mouths.

"This place was once great!"

The old man bent down and grabbed Wang Teng and placed it on his broad shoulder, pointing to the vast expanse outside the refining furnace and the distant glacier.

In the distance, a glacier suddenly began to move in his field of vision, slowly moving towards the refining furnace, the originally well-behaved child instantly pulled down his face, he slipped down the old man's arm lightly, and watched with a sad face as the huge iceberg slowly moved to the side of the refining furnace, covering his entire vision.

His father was holding his hands at the bottom of the iceberg, a few points stronger than Master Orn, and in the iceberg was a huge bird covered in ice, it was the Wandering Winged Bird, the animal he needed to quench his skin. Its blood can stimulate the growth of the cold blood vein, laying a solid foundation for the later awakening period.

The children of the whole wilderness are like this.

The difference is that the children of the entire wilderness do not have to be assisted by a whole winged bird every time they quench their skins like him, because this is accompanied by great pain, which is not something that a child's mind and body can bear.

"Master Orn, please!"

The old man nodded, and the giant hammer in his hand swung vigorously to knock the glacier-covered earth, cracks flashed in the ice field, and with a strange rhythm, another furnace appeared not far away, and there was an eruption of magma underground.

Wang Teng knew that this was one of the old man's awakening skills, which was able to create a lava pillar, or lava furnace, with a terrifying temperature.

Wang Jin gently placed the iceberg next to the furnace and waited for the iceberg to melt. grabbed Wang Teng and put it on his shoulder, and gently tapped his immature face.

"Don't keep pestering Master Orn to ask strange questions, Master Orn is also very busy, did you bring the Attack Meat that you brought to the Master?"

Wang Teng tugged at his father's thick beard, and then remembered that he only cared about bringing it to the distant glacier to find the paper that was frozen in the ice, and left his father's plan to bring it by the river, and he had long forgotten it. It was the Atlas Meat that my father hunted the day before yesterday, and everyone in the tribe knew that Master Aoun's deepest hobby was to like to eat Atlas Meat, which was similar to a goat, with a huge size, and a magic hail overflowed from its mouth when attacking, but for the adult awakened people of the Barbarian Tribe, Atlas is the most tame creature in the entire plain, but its athletic ability is a little headache.

"I forgot about the glacier!"

After leaving the furnace of Master Orn, Wang Teng's nose began to hang two snots again, he turned over and got off his father's body, ran towards the glacier, and in a short time carried back the attack meat that was several times larger than his body.

Strength is the symbol of the entire Savage Man.

Wang Teng shook his hand proudly, this is the meat marinated with the ingredients he personally adjusted, which is the inheritance from New Oriental!

The glacier of the frozen Winged Bird in the distance has melted, and the body of the Drifting Winged Bird still has a trace of soft residual warmth, the blood of the Wandering Winged Bird at this time is the best time to quench the skin, otherwise it will take more effort to heat it when you go back, you must know that the material environment here is not like the three major tribes in the center of the entire ice, only the refining master Orn can enjoy the high temperature at any time, and the people in the other tribes, it is not a simple matter to make a fire.

Bidding farewell to Master Aoun, Wang Teng stood on his father's shoulder and followed his father towards the home where he lived, dragging the winged bird behind, leaving a back in the snow.

Bang Bang Bang!

The sound of thrashing in the back sounded tirelessly.

On the way to each house that followed my father, there was an iceberg next to it, and it was covered with heavy snow, some of it was intact, some of it was missing, and some of it was in pieces.

Wang Teng is already familiar with it, he has witnessed these icebergs from neat to short, this is a family of children who have passed the quenching period in the meat refining period, punching, kicking, body collision, to break ten such icebergs to pass the meat refining period.

Today's snow is heavy, the naughty children in the tribe are not allowed to come out of the house by their mothers, the noisy scene in the past is a lot quieter, occasionally go out to hunt men, wearing animal skin hats to cover under the falling snow, carrying the prey that has just been caught to the house hurriedly, seeing the Wang family father and son, but also just hurriedly say hello.

The residual warmth of the winged bird that Wang Jin was carrying also began to dissipate, and his pace quickened a few points.

The mother at home has already cleaned up, and the meal has already been prepared, Wang Jin lifted the little little Wang Teng off his shoulder, and gently shook the snow on his body, so that Wang Teng, who had just cleaned up next to him, was buried by the falling snow again, which made his mother laugh on the side.

"Xiaodong, quench Wang Teng's skin first."

Wang Jin pointed to the winged bird outside the door, but he couldn't wait to go to the meal.

Wang Teng's face became even more bitter, this is a huge ordeal, and it is also a test of willpower.

Mother's wrist shook, a light blue light flashed, Wang Teng, who had been stripped of his essence, was put into the bath bucket, and the little blue light in his mother's hand was draped on him, this was to protect him from the pain of some blood quenching.

The blood of the huge winged bird was instantly drained by the magic cast by his mother, and it was constantly refined by his mother, which was Wang Teng's own request.

Wow!

The dark blue blood instantly flooded Wang Teng's body, and the intense pain made Wang Teng's face distort, he deliberately turned his back to his parents, not letting his parents see his face, and his parents also deliberately did not look at him.

No one knows why Wang Teng is so strict with himself, his dosage is not at the same level as his peers, and the suffering he suffers is not at the same level as his peers.

And one more important reason is that he doesn't have a golden finger!

Wang Teng's body trembled uncontrollably, the glowing magic protective suit had been consumed by the blood of the Winged Bird, and he tried to stretch his body, wanting to absorb every inch of his skin.

Over the years, he has tried all kinds of methods and routines, and it is useless to shout at the top of his voice! Goldfinger has nothing to do with him!

Wang Teng had already burst into tears on his face, whenever he remembered that he was a traverser but did not have a matching golden finger, he felt ashamed to the majority of traversers, especially when he was suffering from the pain when he was quenching his skin!

He had to be ruthless to himself, he knew too well the importance of the foundation for a person's future life, but even so, even if the crispy stage was borne by the blood of his barbarian clan, but the dose was still too much for the four-year-old young body, and the price was the pain now, and every time he finished quenching the skin, he had to be a vegetative person at home for a few days and let his mother use magic to maintain and adapt.

A long time ago, he learned anything, any skill and could quickly learn it, and what he received was always the applause of flowers around him, so he began to be proud, began to be complacent, and his eyes were empty.

Later, when he graduated and looked for a job, he had a poor degree in his favorite job, he had a poor ability in a more professional job, and even if it was a hard job, his perseverance was worse.

He started to be a little worse at all, he stumbled for five or six years, he didn't make a penny and even owed a lot of debt, he blamed himself, regretted it, and wished that he could do it all over again.

In fact, it's all speculation.

Life has to go on, but he has gone on the wrong path, eager for success, longing for the extraordinary, he did not embark on the bustling and congested flat road. On the contrary, he found another way to mortgage the ancestral house from his parents, and mortgaged all the few assets in his name, and he lost very badly, so that he still had a trace of conscience to keep his parents' ancestral home at the cost of his life.

When he was dying, he recalled his life of failure, the first ten years were ignorant greenhouse flowers, and the middle ten years were empty-eyed, proud and arrogant fools. In the next ten years, he was an unwilling ordinary loser struggling to survive in the sea of people.

When he was young, he still had a good hand in his hand.

Later, when he opened his eyes again, he became Wang Teng, so from the first time he quenched his skin, after consulting the elder Master Aoun, he demanded himself in the strictest and most extreme way.

The pain subsided slightly, he opened his eyes tremblingly, the dark blue blood had become transparent, and he was paralyzed, not even having the strength to open his mouth.

He gradually accepted his fate and lived a new life, and he had to rely on his own efforts to fight hard!

His mother carried him out of the tub, and a wave of magic appeared on his hand, covering him, looking at his young body half distressed and half proud.

Because there is a proverb circulating on the other side of the ice: pain is the best way to grow!

There is no one in the whole wilderness department who is more disciplined and hard-working than their children.

The snow had been falling all night, and the tribe was peaceful and quiet, and only some unknown beast roars could be faintly heard from afar, which was a good lullaby.

It was close to dawn.

"Roaring ......"

A gust of wind blew, and the snow fell from the stone houses, making some dull sounds that were uncomfortable to hear.

A great shadow swept across the sky, and the outside world, which had been once dark, returned to darkness.

A fierce cry came from the heavens, and someone in the stone house was awakened, and when he went out with a giant axe and looked up, it turned out to be a giant bird, covering the sky and the moon, and gliding across the sky.

Passing by the wilderness department, looking down, the blood-red eyes were surging with fierce energy, and the clansmen who came out with the giant axe immediately returned to the stone house quietly, closing the door without making the slightest sound.

The giant bird did not stop, and swept through the wilderness and disappeared into the depths of the ice field.

But in a moment, the earth trembled, and a huge black ape appeared outside the barbarian tribe, with a huge figure, more than three times larger than the iceberg that the king is fighting today, and the fierce beasts within a radius of hundreds of miles were subdued with just breath, and the beasts and birds disappeared, and the silence was terrifying.

The adults in the wilderness department were all awakened, their whole bodies tensed, and they were ready to go.

The black ape's hair is dense, like a glacier, and it is sharp and striking when walking. The surrounding snow turned into snow and trickled down.

He paused for a moment, glanced at the immortal furnace of Master Orn, and seemed to be in a hurry to leave, and finally left quickly. Some glaciers are even swept away by their hair, and they break and slide down.

After a while, another giant python twisted past, it had wings on its back, and its belly had sharp claws coming out, leaving a pitch-black path between walks, black fog was swirling, the glacier corroded, its wings were broken, the flesh and blood were blurred, and occasionally a drop of blood dropped, turning into a golden mang in mid-air, weighing more than a thousand catties, and the glacier of 10,000 years was smashed into a small pit.

The giant python avoided the footprints of the black ape, and also avoided the wilderness, and snaked away, leaving only a terrifying aura.

It's dawn.

There was no change.

The disappeared beast roar reappeared, but there was some grievance in this roar.

The adults of the tribe gathered one after another and appeared in the open space where the prey was usually slaughtered.

People are talking.

"The creatures of dawn don't belong to our side of the ice field, and I haven't seen them in a long time."

"The children in the family were all awakened, and they didn't even dare to cry when they were filmed, their breath was the breath of ancient times!"

Older women were the first to speak.

"There may be something strange in the depths of the ice field, my magical energy has extremely subtle fluctuations, as if there is some interference!"

She was the wife of the tribal patriarch and a tribal priest, and all the affairs of the tribe obeyed her orders.

It was her idea when the Savage Division split off from the entire other side of the ice.

"It's no wonder that the prey on the edge of the deep edge of the ice field has become scarce lately, and the previous food is almost exhausted."

Someone said.

"I've got a whole winged bird there, let's share it later."

Wang Jin opened his mouth and said, since the hunting captain Shi Lin was injured, they had not hunted collectively for a while, and they could only hunt some weak prey alone in the deep edge of the ice field during this time.

"Don't let the kids go hungry!"

The priest stomped his wand.

"Go to the depths of the ice field again today." The patriarch stood up and said. "Sons and daughters of all families, show your guts, for the children of the tribe!"

Finally, a dozen men in the prime of life and three or four women with superb magic gathered on the central altar.

"Great gods, please bless the people, let the children return with a full load and return safely, we are your faithful believers!"

The priest waved his wand and chanted ancient and mysterious incantations.

People worship solemnly, hoping to be drawn by the gods.

The altar was filled with a mysterious glow that bathed the people, emitting an inexplicable aura.

The prime of life changed into the best animal skin clothes, took the sharpest blades made by Master Orn, and the magicians were prepared to meditate and pray sufficiently, and their spirits were full of energy.

Creatures with an ancient aura passed by this morning, giving the Savage Department a dangerous signal. No one knows if something happened in the depths of the ice field, and if something really happens, with the current strength of the Barbarian Department, it is impossible to say that they will be hungry for a long time.

The little ones of the tribe can't afford to wait!