The lush cacti formed a signpost, and the group escaped along the route!

Horse hooves trampled, and smoke billowed.

Behind them, a vast ice tide followed closely, but it was blocked by cacti along the way. Countless cacti sprang up from the barren soil, bouncing and jumping, and were swallowed by the ice tide and exploded, which hindered the ice tide's offensive and gave the main force a chance to survive.

No one expected that winter would arrive ahead of schedule, and with its usual ferocity and brutality, it would destroy everything on the wasteland!

But just when everyone was in despair, the sage's divine magic saved them.

Therefore, as the wolf riders faced the cold wind, they glanced at the cactus pointing the way, and then at Xiao Han, who stood calmly atop the chariot, and couldn't help but show expressions of awe and admiration.

"I've decided that after I die, my tombstone will be made like this, to show my respect to the city lord!"

A wolf rider brandished his lance, excitedly pointing at a cactus that looked like it could hold a 6 in one hand.

The surrounding wolf riders were initially taken aback, but then they quickly understood and agreed with this brilliant idea that would put them in their coffins.

Xiao Han, who was regarded by everyone as the "King of Cactus", had a violent twitch in his cheek.

With the snow disaster raging, don't these people have any sense of crisis?

While maintaining an optimistic attitude is good, is it because you want people to go to your grave to dance and have a party by casting the tombstone behind you in this shape?

"Huff!"

With blood flames enveloping his hand, a purple crystal grape was infused with the domineering power of demonic flames, becoming like a black hole, unfathomable.

Once the effect of [Immortal's Guidance] dissipates, the ice tide will sweep up again. Xiao Han decides to use his trump card to blast away the ice tide.

If a sword can traverse the river of time, then it is reasonable for him to use a divine grape to shatter the ice tide along the way.

However, in order to increase speed, Xiao Han had Blood Raven discard the supplies from more than a dozen wagons to lighten the load. Then, he ordered Radiance, who was in charge of translation and reconnaissance in the air, to lead the wolf pack to launch an attack ahead. Once they found roadblocks, they were to warn the members behind to avoid them.

His pupils surged with the potential of the sun, always on guard against any unexpected situations!

...

"Haha, fuck you, this is mine!"

"Damn it! I clearly stole this! Die!"

"Please, without this food for the winter, my children will starve to death!"

"Tsk tsk, the daughter is quite pretty. Her flesh must be very tender. Let the brothers have some fun first, then slaughter her and make her into jerky!"

"Mommy~ Waaah!"

In the town where the riots had subsided, the repressed commoners sent the lord's family to their deaths by hanging. With no one to maintain order, the town's winter supplies were scrambled for.

The devastating winter that strikes every four years, even at a moderate level, means that at least 10% of the population in a town will die from cold and hunger, mostly the elderly and children.

Without experiencing hunger, one cannot understand that a person driven to extreme hunger is capable of almost anything.

Back then, even the dead buried in snowdrifts were considered a precious food.

They even steal infants who have only just opened their eyes and seen the world, vibrant and innocent children, skinning and cutting their flesh with knives, roasting them with dry branches, or feasting on them like wild beasts.

Even without the lord's exploitation, they still killed each other to survive, driven by the need to live.

This is the norm in Northern Europe, where it's like the big fish eating the small fish; the weak are dominated by the strong, and life and death are in the hands of a single thought.

"Sigh, if only they had left more dried fish."

A woman dressed in hemp clothing complained as she chopped a piece of meat she had managed to snatch on a wooden board with a rusty cleaver.

"Come on, but those thieves dared to kill the lord, the people of the duchy will arrest them sooner or later."

Another man was chopping up pieces of meat, hacking at it with his knife, splattering large chunks of meat and a few fingernails.

His arms were bare, with three bloody cuts from a sharp weapon, but they were simply bandaged with a few strips of burlap.

Beside it were several bottles of brewed oil, which, together with herbs gathered from the wilderness, could be used as lamp oil in winter.

"The flesh of these nobles is quite tender; it would be a waste to use it for lamp oil."

The man chopping meat muttered something, shook his head, and continued his work.

As I chopped, a few drops of water trickled down my face and landed on the bits of meat.

For a moment, the man froze, wiping the tears from his face, his eyes slightly red.

His second and third daughters died at the hands of this lord's dissolute son.

When he braved the wind and snow, frantically searching for his children, he found two delicate corpses covered in wounds inside an abandoned wooden house.

The seeds of resentment were sown, waiting for the right moment to erupt.

Because the nobles were executed, but the oppressed commoners felt that even hanging them a thousand times wouldn't be enough, coupled with the shortage of supplies for winter, their corpses were fought over by dozens of hated commoners who subjected them to various cruel tortures.

Compared to these vengeful civilians, the outside world was in complete chaos. Without the order and management of the Royal Guard and the oppression of the lord and his superiors, the calamity of winter was imminent, and the supplies for the winter were extremely scarce. They unleashed the evil deep in their hearts, becoming more brutal than the lord and more hateful than the Royal Guard.

Human nature is always ambiguous and changeable; even the wise cannot see through it.

"Bang!"

Just then, the sound of galloping hooves came from outside the town, carrying a terrifying momentum that brought the rioting crowd to a halt.

Unfortunately, the hazy fog covered most of the field of vision, making visibility extremely low. The group couldn't see the figures in the fog, but they were definitely up to no good!

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a cactus sprang from the ground, sending the three thugs flying. Sharp thorns instantly covered their bodies, and when they fell to the ground, they were covered in blood.

Unbeknownst to everyone, this sudden scene was like a punishment from Arthas, the god of harvest!

Some of the most devoted believers knelt down and prayed, hoping that the Lord would forgive their sins and pardon the mistakes they had made in their rage.

In the next instant, countless wolf shadows darted out and flashed past the edge of the town. As the smoke billowed and the chariots moved about, this familiar scene instantly reminded everyone of the fear of being blown up by the enemy just a few days ago!

Fox King!

That's what the people of the wasteland call the leader of the bandit gang.

He leads the wolf riders, a tide of destruction, the arrival of doomsday, and an endless nightmare for the lord!

"Retreat immediately!"

Clad in cold, ruthless armor, Blood Raven let out a sharp cry and led his wolf riders like an iron torrent, galloping swiftly from the edge of the town.

Then, it was as if a hundred horses were galloping through the fog, trampling the barren earth and dragging their full loads in close behind.

Due to the fog, the people in the town could only barely see the wolf riders on the outskirts, and they couldn't even see Xiao Han on the imperial chariot.

After the wolf riders passed, peace returned, and even the cacti that had sprouted turned into a shimmering light and vanished into the void.