"We have no choice but to abandon him, but maybe a miracle will happen if we leave him in the snow. Everyone, come with me!"

"Getting caught is worse than death! Everyone, run!"

"I finally found a chance to escape, and I don't want to go back to that dark prison!"

"Those damned slave traders! My eldest sister, second sister, and fourth sister were all sold by him! One day, I'll tear his throat open, drink his blood, and kill his entire family!"

"Calm down, don't go berserk! There will be opportunities to kill him, but not now!"

On the snow-covered grassland, more than a dozen figures frantically fled across the snow.

This group of people were all beastmen, mostly werewolves. Their tattered clothes, covered in ice and snow, were stained with the blood of winter as they tried to escape the slave traders' pursuit.

At this time, winter had been raging for a month, and the disaster was gradually weakening. There was still a period of calm before the next outbreak. Experienced slave traders saw the business opportunity and went into the snowy areas to hunt down tribes or villages destroyed by the winter. The displaced people naturally became slaves, and could be sold for a good price in the following spring.

"Ahh!"

Suddenly, a werewolf at the rear of the group howled, its fur crackling with electricity, and it collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

"Oh no, he caught up so quickly! The other two teams couldn't even hold him off, everyone split up and run!"

A burly werewolf roared, gazing into the hazy mist behind him, as if he heard a hysterical laugh, his eyes filled with shock.

Upon hearing this, everyone was startled and suddenly scattered, running in all directions!

But the next moment, several figures froze, fell to the snow, and convulsed uncontrollably.

"hateful!"

Several werewolves roared, but they remained rational and, led by a powerful werewolf, ran in one direction.

They had considered fighting the slave traders to the death, but the latter were well-equipped, had a large number of men, and those who dared to enter the snow were the best of the best. Moreover, they had nobles secretly supporting them, and there was even the possibility of the lord himself.

Even when they were running away, they were exhausted. Not to mention being in exile, starving and freezing, with no strength left in their bodies. The only thing that has kept them going until now is a strong belief.