In the northern plains, the wind is cold and the snow is heavy.

Near the infamous and treacherous glacial abyss, it was once uninhabited, but now, at first glance, it was black and oppressive, and countless mortals and monks were toiling in.

In the snow and ice, their hands were covered with frostbite and they were so hungry that they had to carry baskets of ore out.

Occasionally, those who fell to the ground due to physical exhaustion were either scolded angrily by the soldiers who happened to pass by on patrol with whips, struggled to get up and continued to work, or simply fell asleep in the field.

And in the wild in the cold winter moon, if no one wakes up after a coma, it means death.

Every day, as baskets of ore are transported, a living person is turned into a corpse and then discarded into the bottomless glacial abyss.

"Hurry up and finish eating and continue to work, if you can't complete the task today, you will feel good!"

In a corner of the vast mining area, Shen Xudong was disheveled, staggering, and lined up with the support of his grandson Shen Yanhong, waiting for food to be distributed.

"Grandpa, don't let you do so much work, just leave it to me. "Shen Yanhong, a tiger-headed kid, is now much more powerful than before.

"Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with grandpa. Shen Xudong smiled, this former gentle generation of Confucianism, the national teacher of Middle Earth, where is there still a bit of a scribe now, he looks just a raunchy old man.

But there is always a stabilizing power in his eyes, which makes people subconsciously unite around him.

"Daddy, it's our turn. ”

The people in front of Shen Pengyuan were empty, and they hurriedly stepped forward to get food for their elderly father and son.

The soldiers were expressionless and poured porridge into the bowls of several people, which was so light that there were hardly a few grains of rice.

"Next. The soldier finished pouring the porridge and said.

"Wait, we haven't received the steamed buns yet. ”

Shen Pengyuan hurriedly said, on a cold day, he only drank so many mouthfuls of porridge, and he was worried that his family would not be able to stand it.

"There are no more steamed buns, please be early tomorrow. The soldier said impatiently.

"Isn't there still there?" Shen Pengyuan couldn't help but reply, pointing to a large pile of crumpled steamed buns behind the soldier.

"Hey, that's not for you to eat. Look at you all old, weak, sick and disabled, helpless chickens, what great Confucians, what scribes, all of them do so little work, and are embarrassed to ask for so much food?"

The soldier sneered, meaning that although there is food, it is a waste to give it to you!

"You ......"

Shen Pengyuan's face turned red, and he wanted to argue with reason, but Shen Xudong behind him spoke in time. "Pengyuan, only porridge is only porridge, don't be ignorant. ”

When Shen Pengyuan heard his father's words, his eyes showed a glint of sadness and humiliation, and he silently walked to the side with porridge.

A large family gathered around, drinking light and thin porridge, no one spoke, and seized the time to rest.

"Shen Guoshi, all the members of the Shen family, these are for you. ”

A few simple peasants stepped forward, got a bunch of steamed buns out of nowhere, stuffed them into Shen Yanhong's arms, and hurriedly ran away.

"Wait, everyone, take the food away!" Shen Xudong hurriedly said, trying to stop a few people, but they ran faster.

"Grandpa, give. Shen Yanhong took the steamed bun and handed it to his grandfather, and secretly swallowed his saliva.

"Why did you just accept the food? Don't you know that those steamed buns were saved by the people, and if they are given to us, they will starve!" Shen Xudong said with some anger.

"They ran away as soon as the food was stuffed, and I didn't react for a while. Shen Yanhong's face was full of grievances.

"Okay Dad, just eat a few bites, it's all the kindness of the people, don't live up to it. ”

"They're just like us, but they're afraid you won't be able to stand it. One day, you'll have to lead everyone back to Middle-earth. ”

Shen Pengyuan hurriedly said, and the other Shen family members also nodded, their eyes full of worry.

"What do you know? Heaven will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically, so they are motivated to endure and benefit from what they can't!"

"The old man's health is fine, he is always favored by the people, but he can't stand it!"

Shen Xudong let out a long sigh.

"The food is all for us, it's always a waste if you don't eat it, right?" Shen Pengyuan smiled bitterly, his father, always has this style.

"Grandpa, everyone is looking forward to the day when my cousin can come back to save us, and you are the overlord's own grandfather, how can you starve? For many people, your cousin is the only hope, and if you starve to death, it will be a huge blow to them. ”

Shen Yanhong hurriedly said, and pointed to the many ordinary people who were praying in the distance.

They took advantage of their leisure time to recite words in their mouths, and they could vaguely hear their words mixed with words such as "overlord" and "heavenly emperor".

When Shen Xudong heard his grandson's words, he finally sighed, took the steamed bun with a guilty face, and bit it down one by one.

Seeing that his grandfather had eaten it, Shen Yanhong dared to pick up the most shriveled piece and ate it carefully.

When he was thirsty, he drank snow water, but as a teenager, he had become accustomed to this way of survival for most of the year.

"What kind of overlord is this group of idiot mortals talking about all day long, what is an overlord?"

A group of soldiers who had finished distributing food gathered to chat about a strange phenomenon among the countless coolies.

People in the mining area are dying of starvation and exhaustion every day, and under the extreme cruel conditions, anyone should have lost hope a long time ago.

But for some reason, whether it is from the Eastern Wilderness, Middle Earth, or the Northern Plains, many ordinary mortals, and even some demon clans, all have hope, and often mention the same name in their spare time, taking it as a faith.

As if as long as this person is around, they are not completely hopeless.

"Huh, it seems that he is a well-known figure in this Kunlun Continent, it is said that when he was only a teenager, he led the five major ethnic groups of the mainland to defeat an emperor who was full of evil, so that the Kunlun Continent was peaceful. ”

"Rumors about him are everywhere, what kind of peerless genius who led the stars of the day, what kind of emperor of the dark world, I walk in this mining area every day, and my ears are calloused!"

A soldier's face was full of disdain, and he spoke.

"Could it be that this group of people still think that this overlord can save them from the sea of misery again?" the other soldiers laughed when they heard this.

"I'm afraid that's the case, when people are in a desperate situation, they will always subconsciously find some comfort, they are okay like this, save themselves from committing suicide one by one, our task cannot be completed, and it is not good to blame it. Another soldier said.