In time, summer in Lapland is one of the most pleasant seasons of the year in the land of snow and ice - the muddy and cold spring and the bleak autumn are hardly comparable to the crisp summer, and the summer is even more valuable when the two seasons are often busy with farming. As for winter, the farmers of Lapland can only be in awe and helplessness from the bottom of their hearts in the bitterly cold season when there is only a white expanse between the heavens and the earth.

Roland shares all people living in Lapland with a love for the warm, sometimes summer months when the sun never sets. Rejoice in the autumn when the crops are abundant, and rejoice in the spring when the snow and ice melt. But now he really didn't have the kind of spare time to express his good mood for the dappled golden light that was sprinkled on his body.

After carrying a heavy load and walking on foot for 2 whole days, no matter how patient and sentimental a person is, after such a long period of continuous consumption of the body in the wilderness, as long as they are not a group of people who are keen on such behavior, they will be exhausted by the accumulated fatigue and the green scenery covered by the birch forest or coniferous forest in front of them, not to mention that Roland is just a child.

It is a remarkable achievement to have walked along the ancient road that was so dense with vegetation that it was almost indistinguishable from the surrounding area, and had not yet sat on the ground and cried for help.

The journey is not only about the flat ground, but also about the next step in determining the direction and location of the road. It is necessary to climb to a high place from time to time to confirm - the pamphlet notes such a point, and both QB. Li Lin, who is tall with three heads and a sigh or bad intentions, and Li Lin, the original of the pamphlet, who makes the pamphlet, also have the displeasure of climbing to a high place with little consumption. Roland did as he did.

If you want to survive alone in the wild without anyone else, there is no shortcut to survive by bypassing the pamphlet, at least Roland doesn't know that shortcut. In a difficult living environment, Roland's mood is not worth mentioning at all.

Either live as it is, or die on the road because of personal emotional impulses, there is no other choice, and backbone and resentment have sustainable capital to have corresponding meaning. Otherwise it's nothing.

[To survive or to ruin?] -- The question under Li Lin's sneer is not a problem at all in the eyes of people with a normal mind and a sober mind, Roland's mind is inherited from the genius witch Elise, who has never been seen in the world, and of course there is no problem with IQ. Although the mentality is a little awkward. Before he suddenly became a prisoner who shot dozens of adults and children, he only had to spend 21 years in a prison with a full range of recuperation assumptions.

Without any hesitation, Roland chose the most correct answer. I did as the brochure said.

This made his mood very bad, and the tiring journey and the occasional beast that wanted to try the taste of human flesh kept Roland from being in an awkward mood all the time, and the boy did not have the energy to clean up his mood in order not to become a filler in the stomach of a certain beast.

I don't know if it's because human flesh is a popular bestseller on the beasts' menu, or if it's because everyone doesn't eat meat this year, but only children's meat. Wolves, snow leopards, lynxes, bears, and other carnivorous beasts and dangerous species continue to rush towards Roland, and then they are frightened by the [Wild Survival Armor], a mysterious weapon that is extremely lacking in naming taste, and flees far away.

This continued until last night, when Roland, who was almost slapped into a pancake by a brown bear, fired a particle beam that bombarded the burly beast three times his height and smelled badly until there was nothing left, and the world finally began to fall silent.

It didn't turn into dinner to be glad about. But his own dinner made Roland unhappy.

After two days, neither luncheon meat, margarine, nor the weird burritos of black beans and rice could arouse Roland's appetite, and he really couldn't understand why the elves would come up with such a thing and walk around on their stomachs. Especially the last one, what kind of terrible tongue is needed to swallow this weird thing from name to taste, and has the guy who made this thing have tried to make what he made?...,