"Huff!"
Winter is approaching, and the north wind, which has ravaged the wasteland for over a century, carrying with it biting frost, sweeps in from the far north.
Every winter, this cold wind that sweeps away the soil's fertility is seen by the people of the wasteland as the wrath of the goddess of spring. Because of their hatred for Arthas, the god of harvest, they would harass him several times a year, causing suffering to the weak and vulnerable people.
"Yo yo!"
A vast open-air slaughterhouse, the desert plains covered with a layer of white frost, the hired workers holding hunting knives, their faces full of shrewdness.
As the cold wind swept through, they breathed out hot air, strong and robust, and laid their deadly hands on the snow fox shivering in its cage!
"Yo yo!"
A snow fox, forcibly dragged out, struggled fiercely, which drew the ire of the workers.
The next moment, the iron bar swung down, shattering the snow fox's fragile skull and splattering its brains. However, it did not die immediately, which enraged the worker even more. He continued to smash the iron bar down, and the snow fox, which had tried to resist, had its head smashed into a pulpy mess, a bloody mess.
With each strike of the iron rod, the snow fox let out a mournful cry, until the sound gradually weakened and there was no sound at all. Despair and fear spread like a tide, filling the eyes of its fellow foxes in the cage with terror.
"snort."
The worker grumbled and cleaned the fur thoroughly. Then, using the knife provided on the cutting board, while the fox was still warm, he used the sharp knife to cut open the fox's legs to help separate the fur.
Winter is the best time to slaughter snow foxes, and bloody slaughtering can be seen everywhere in this newly opened slaughterhouse.
Furthermore, before killing the fox for its pelt, a psychological battle must be waged with the snow fox.
The workers first used a few lucky snow foxes as examples, subjecting them to abusive methods to break down their psychological defenses, making them unable to resist and obediently lying on the wooden boards while the workers skillfully peeled off a layer of skin.
It's as simple as taking off a piece of clothing.
The workers, who were originally hunters, were all experienced veterans when it came to skinning. They could earn a reward of 3 bronze eagles for skinning a complete snow fox pelt, which was much easier than hunting.
While the foxes are still warm, they are hung on iron hooks to be skinned. With the help of a sharp knife, a fox pelt is completely peeled off in just a few minutes.
Three bronze eagles arrived in just a few minutes. Such huge profits made the workers ecstatic and greatly boosted their enthusiasm.
This money can be used to cook a few good meals for my wife and children before winter, and to buy them warm cotton clothes. Oh, and I can also get a batch of fox meat for free.
Even though winter is coming, people's hearts are still warm.
Little did they know that the fox pelt, stripped of its entire skin and hanging on an iron hook, with a few tears welling up in the corner of its eye, was a testament to their undeniable sorrow and despair.
The mangled fox was carelessly tossed onto a trash can by the workers, its blood still dripping and emitting a nauseating stench.
Due to poor cash flow and the presence of the elite knights in the count's territory, the newly built slaughterhouse lacked dedicated infrastructure. Count Shap then ordered workers to skin the snow foxes in the snow fox farm, even right next to the cages.
"Yo yo..."
The dying howls of the snow foxes made the foxes still in their cages tremble with fear. They watched as their kind were captured one after another by the brutal workers, beaten on the head with sticks, and killed before their eyes. Their skins were taken and their flesh thrown away. The foxes huddled in their cages, trembling, and dared not resist.
Furthermore, the meat thrown in the trash will be recycled, mashed into minced meat, and then frozen by frost magic.
To save costs, Count Sap stopped buying meat feed in the winter and instead chopped up the skinned fox meat to feed the fox cubs.
Although your entire family died, through the Earl's mercy and compassion, your relatives are with you, reborn and bound by blood.
What does "blood relatives" mean? This is what "blood relatives" means!
Once the snow fox's skin is removed, even its dead body cannot retain its dignity.
"Have you heard? There's a gang of rampant thieves in the wasteland, always on the move, and several lords have already met their demise."
"I know that, but the Count transferred the main force of the Knights to wipe them out the day before yesterday, and they may be returning victorious right now."
"Indeed, they're just a bunch of robbers. The Earl's Knights are not to be underestimated."
As they peeled the skin, the workers exchanged news of the recent unrest.
"grass!"
Just as the workers were chatting, one of them opened a cage, and a small snow fox, which had been curled up in a ball, burst out like a taut spring!
But this worker was no pushover. He reached for the snow fox with his left hand and was about to swing the iron rod with his right, but his foot stepped on a trap. The sharp serrated teeth pierced through his ankle and tore off a large chunk of flesh!
Then, before he could even utter a sound of surprise or anger, an old fox suddenly darted out from the camouflaged turf and bit the worker's other trouser leg. The worker cried out in pain, and the young snow fox drifted away like a snowflake, following the burrow that the old fox had dug along the way!
He cursed loudly, reaching out to dig into the hole under the grass, wishing the old fox a terrible death. The workers nearby, attracted by the curse, helped him untrap the animal trap and treat his injuries.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter much if a few foxes escape. If anyone's to blame, it's that old fox who was too cunning."
Several workers comforted them, saying that it wasn't unprecedented for a fox to take a risk and successfully escape under immense psychological pressure.
But the price paid was devastating.
"boom!"
Just as everyone lowered their heads to peel the skin, a divine fire fell from the sky and bombarded the Earl's territory, accompanied by an explosive roar and a shockwave that was more than ten meters high!
The wolf is coming!
...
An elegantly decorated aristocratic clothing store, kept dry and warm by the heat from the fireplace.
"dad!"
In a dark corner, a wooden plank was torn open, and two disheveled figures covered in dirt and grime darted out.
A small snow fox was perched on the back of an old fox, affectionately licking its tongue.
The old fox used scent to locate the child, disguised himself, set a trap, and secretly communicated with the baby snow fox while it was being slaughtered, thus making his plan succeed step by step and successfully rescuing the baby snow fox.
Feeling the little snow fox snuggling on its back, the old fox's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.
But in his eyes, a complex mix of sadness, indignation, and relief was revealed in a humane way.
"Ah, that familiar taste..."
The little snow fox twitched its nose, as if it had smelled something.
It lifted its foot and subconsciously walked towards the shop window, but the old fox did not stop it. It silently glanced at the fur coat displayed in the shop window, a look of nostalgia on its face.
Fur fashion items are displayed in the shop windows, including bear skin, deer skin, and cow skin, while the luxurious and noble snow fox fur stands out prominently among the displayed goods.
"Dad, look! Mom is smiling at me."
The little snow fox sniffed the scent and looked with delight at a gentle and beautiful snow fox in the shop window.
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