Next to a massive lake, hundreds of yaks were lowering their heads to drink water. Standing beside these yaks were hundreds of bewildered slaves, their eyes filled with confusion. Shackled with wooden cuffs on their limbs, their movement was restricted. They glanced around the unfamiliar surroundings, feeling the coldness of the snowflakes and a sense of despair creeping into their hearts.
It's so cold here, it could freeze a person.
Douglas muttered, the traveling merchant who had bought them from the slave market.
"Damn it!"
"Christina, I swear I've never hated snow this much!"
"At this rate, these slaves won't last more than a few days in this weather. We might end up not only unable to sell them for a good price but also losing everything!"
"Damn it, why did winter come so early this year!"
Douglas cursed.
