Xu Zhiyu did not know in which book he had read that people who died of cold died with a smile. Among all kinds of death methods, freezing death is the most beautiful and the least painful one.
It's true that all the books are deceptive
Dragging his heavier and heavier body, Xu Zhiyu did not know how long he had been trudging on this snowfield, and the footprints left behind spread all the way to the horizon.
After walking for so long under such low temperature, he could not feel his feet at all. The only power that still supports him to walk is pushing his cold wind behind him.
What the hell is going on here?
A few hours ago, he was still lying in the comfortable nutrition cabin, but now he is limping on the ice field, looking for a chance of survival.
Four hours ago——
Today is the last day of the game "Cosmic Messenger". The whole server will be shut down after 12:00 today. As the first epoch-making fully realistic game, this game has numerous fans, and Xu Zhiyu is one of them. Because he loved this game, which can be called the memory of the times, Xu Zhiyu, like thousands of other players, logged into the game for the last time. Walking along the street with the crowd, they set off fireworks to commemorate the memory of their youth.
Fireworks are in full bloom.
But at the moment when the game was closed and the world collapsed. Xu Zhiyu was suddenly sucked into the game room by a black hole and entered a colorful channel. While passing through the channel at full speed, his body in his thirties was constantly collapsing and restructuring. When thrown out of the channel, he had turned back to his twelve year old appearance.
On the boundless snowfield, snowflakes are dancing. A black hole suddenly opened, and poured out a teenager like garbage, and then quickly closed. There was no trace left in the air, only a teenager lying on the ground with a confused face.
Even though most of the citizens of the New Federation had undergone physical transformation, it was still too difficult for a 12-year-old boy to travel four hours on the snowfield.
"The body temperature has dropped to an extremely dangerous value. If you don't take warm keeping measures, your life will be threatened." Xu Zhiyu is still wearing smart clothes for the nutrition cabin. Although the thin protective clothing is advanced, its warm keeping effect is limited. Xu Zhiyu heard this gentle hint, which was no longer true. He stumbled and fell into the snow.
Although he was deeply trapped in the snow, Xu Zhiyu felt warmer than before.
Don't want to get up again, just go to sleep——
With this last thought, Xu Zhiyu's consciousness was completely plunged into darkness.
The cold wind blew snow and soon covered Xu Zhiyu with a thin quilt. Seen from a distance, it is just a small bulge, which is not noticeable at all.
A wolf howled in the cold wind. A black wolf with dark body and gray belly came from the snow. It seems that it found Xu Zhiyu and sat down beside him, howling loudly. The cold wind carried his cry far to the south. Soon, a black and white and gray wolf pack came running. On a white wolf in the middle sits a human knight!
"Barkru, what did you find?" The knight jumped from the wolf's back more than one meter high and carefully brushed the snow off Xu Zhiyu. It was not a frozen prey, but a human! And there are some signs of life!
The knight took off his right glove and put his hand into Xu Zhiyu's clothes.
"No, the body temperature is very low, so we need to send it to the priest quickly." After carefully digging out Xu Zhiyu, the knight placed him in the sled at the end of the team. Riding on the giant wolf, he whistled at full speed.
Three meters long giant wolf ran at full speed, and soon there was only a group of small points left.
One day later——
In the warm cabin, Xu Zhiyu finally regained consciousness and opened his eyes. He soon realized that he was not in heaven, but was saved. Because his two arms and legs were covered with thick bandages, which seemed to be wrapped with wood, making him unable to move at all.
I don't know how long I have been in a coma. I feel my throat is dry when I want to speak. It's like putting a blade in my throat. It's harder to spit out a word.
The movement in the room soon shocked people outside the room. The wooden door was pushed open with a squeak, and a middle-aged man came in.
"How are you? Are you better?" The middle-aged man was the one who saved Xu Zhiyu some time ago. He saw the young man with his mouth open, but he could not spit out a word for a long time. He soon understood his meaning, raised the water bowl aside, and fed the young man in small mouthfuls.
After drinking a whole bowl of water, he calmed down for a long time, and finally the young man spoke.
"Go down the email folder, but not really" Xu Zhiyu's mouth is like a machine gun, spewing out a lot of words, but the middle-aged people didn't understand half of them.
The communication between two people is totally different from each other. Poor Xu Zhiyu can move his head from top to bottom, and can't even use body language.
The middle-aged man gave up and went out of the room.
"Well, Malcolm, is that guy awake?" An old man with white hair was sitting on the couch, his legs covered with a yellow cloth, and his hand was carrying a steaming hot drink.
"Yes, Reverend Marvin." Malcolm sat down with a trace of doubt on his face, and also took a cup of hot drink to drink.
"You have doubts, Malcolm." The old man said firmly.
"Reverend Marvin," Malcolm continued after a pause, "I suspect he came from the other side of the mountain."
"Over the mountain? You mean he's an orc?"
"Although divinity tests that he is human, he can't speak the common language of human beings, and his physique is different from that of ordinary people. I doubt -"
"Knight Malcolm, you have to worry too much. Divine skills can't be wrong. He may be a slave of the orcs. He escaped from the other side of the mountain under the protection of God."
"... I hope so." Malcolm drained the hot drink without contradicting the priest's words, but his face still revealed anxiety.
Three months later————
The training ground surrounded by wooden fences is full of wolf footprints, and a group of young men are riding on the snowfield wolf. One group of people is wearing red vests on the left, and the other group is on the right.
Malcolm, wearing a hunting suit, stood at the edge of the field to watch the battle. His eyebrows were locked, as if he had something on his mind. Next to him stood a slightly younger man wearing the same style of hunting clothes. He was shaking his arms and yelling, "Yes, that's it, Xuewei. Hit them hard!"
In the scuffle, the former Xu Zhiyu, now Xuewei heard someone calling his name, turned to look at the mentor Volcker, smiled and waved his fist, saying that he would win the fight.
The right ear heard a sound of breaking the air. When Xuewei looked back, he saw a stick coming in the face. It is stipulated that the head cannot be struck, so the stick is actually directed at his chest. He always kept in mind his mentor's teachings, and his weapon was not high enough for his chest, so he easily took the stick with one hand.
Malcolm watched the young man parry the aggressive attack with one hand, but the attacker almost let go of the stick because of the anti shock force, and his doubts in his heart grew again.
When the two wolves were interlaced, Xuewei lifted his opponent off his mount with a light touch on his chest with a stick.
Malcolm pulled the cheering Volcker and pointed to the boy who was out because he fell off his mount. "Volcker, how old is Weiyin?"
Volcker gave an answer without thinking: "I'm fourteen years old, what's wrong?"
"Fourteen years old, participated in two years of cavalry training," Malcolm muttered to himself.
Volcker was puzzled: "What's the problem? All the children in the town started training at the age of 12."
Malcolm stared at Xuewei, who was killing all over the children, and said, "Don't you think it's weird, Xuewei, the child, has been suffering from severe frostbite for three weeks, and the two month training is much better than the two year training."
"Malcolm, that's the child you saved. What are you questioning?"
"I'm questioning whether my actions at that time were correct..."
In the middle of the training ground, Xuewei proudly held a stick and rode on the wolf. Beside him lay a red waistcoat rider. The young friends looked at him with infinite admiration.
After all, on the snowfield, the strong are respected.
With the end of the confrontation, the day's training ended. A group of young men pushed and pushed towards the church. Xuewei held a blond young man with a sprained foot at the end of the team.
All the teenagers are receiving cavalry training, and will all belong to the church in the future, so the church is responsible for taking care of the three meals and medical treatment of the teenagers every day. For special cases like Xuewei, they are also given care of by the Malcolm Knight to let him have a place to sleep.
After the priest's treatment, the teenagers sat in the canteen behind the church in twos and threes, enjoying a rich dinner.
After praying, the lively teenagers also talked.
"Weiyin, how does it feel to be stabbed from the mount by Xuewei?" The young man with dark hair and eyes, whose skin color is similar to that of Asians, was unfortunately not a passer-by.
Weiyin replied with a blank eye: "Andrew, if you have the courage, you can propose a fight with Xuewei next time."
Andrew put his arm around Xuewei's shoulder and said, "Xuewei is my brother. He will certainly let me go, right, Xuewei."
Xue Wei has just learned a language for more than two months, and he understands a lot of words, but Andrew spoke too fast so that he didn't understand too much, so he could only make a vague "uh huh" promise.
A slightly older teenager also sat at the table with a food plate: "Andrew, you bullied Xuewei and didn't understand what you said and asked him to promise some messy things
Xuewei looks confused, indicating that he doesn't understand what you are saying, but still can only "uh huh" to indicate that he is listening to the other party.
"What's that? You haven't eaten enough with Xuewei. I bet he can still eat such a large plate."
No one noticed that, with the food intake, a light blue eye tattoo was shining under Xuewei's thick leather coat.
"When the energy intake reaches 100%, the level is increased! The strength, agility and spirit are all increased by 1%."
