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The vast white snow rendered the desert desolate, with only patches of dark green pine forests breaking the monotony.
The cold wind howled like a knife, sweeping across and stirring up the snow on the ground, making it hard for people to open their eyes.
Chris wrapped his fur cloak tighter around himself, still shivering involuntarily,
"The northern winters are really not a place for humans to stay."
He cursed softly, exhaling a puff of white breath.
Even a knight like him couldn't withstand the approaching Icefield region.
The mission Rod assigned to him was more troublesome than imagined.
Find the territory of the White Claw Tribe, capture two Snow Rabbit People, gather intelligence—it sounded simple, but in reality, it was like walking on thin ice.
But since he chose to serve Rod, he had to see it through, even if the path ahead was covered in frost.
