He Ao lifted his head, looking ahead into the dense blizzard, continuing forward.
The soldiers just now had very thick accents and dialect shifts, with significant differences from the standard language of the dungeon world.
However, these accents were very similar to the dialect shifts of the northern dialects of the dungeon world, and He Ao, relying on Nell's memory, could barely understand their words.
Of course, it was also possible that what these people spoke happened to fit the dungeon world's language, but in reality, they were speaking another language.
The data sample was still too small.
He Ao stepped into the dense snowstorm, crossing the thick snow, continuing forward.
The dense blizzard made it difficult to discern specific directions, so he followed the trend of the stable space-time structure, heading deeper into the space.
After crossing a hilltop, the blizzard seemed to be blocked by the mountains and finally lessened a bit.
