Cold wind raging, ice and snow in the sky
Under the shroud of night, the snow-covered sky-high trees were like a white tower towering in the wind, towering and immovable.
Redwood Ridge to the east, outside an inconspicuous cave.
Xia Hong set out a traditional long fist stance, adjusted breathing, eyes steeply sharp, and then suddenly swung his fist.
After all, it is a meter nine physique, although it is not considered to be muscular, it is also tall and strong, a set of boxing down, the surrounding suddenly snowflakes flying.
Abruptly, inside the cave came a young boy with a childish face, seeing Xia Hong, the young boy's face carried a wave of admiration.
"Brother, you're about to break through to the logging level, right?"
"Soon, it should only take a month."
"Tsk, you're too good, Father said, geniuses who broke through to the Vastwood level before the age of eighteen, only three have appeared in the nine surrounding camps, you'll be the fourth."
Xia Hong raised his head, revealing a clear face inconsistent with his physique.
Looking at the admiration on his younger brother Xia Chuan's face, although Xia Hong's heart was flattered, after calming down, he still slightly shook his head.
"Breaking through to the lumbering level is nothing, there are even digging levels over at the Luoge camp, that's the real powerhouse."
When Xia Chuan heard "Digging Ground Level", a look of yearning appeared on his face.
"There are five earth-digging level powerhouses in the Luo Ge camp, I heard that they can extract thousands of kilograms of coal for the camp every day, not only do they not need to burn wood to heat their camp, but they can also use the coal stoves to build sharp weapons, and it's a breeze to hunt and kill the low-grade cold beasts."
Xia Hong nodded slightly and said, "After all, it's a medium-sized camp of over five hundred people, if they didn't have some strength, those cold beasts in the Redwood Ridge wouldn't let them live so well."
"It's a pity that Father has injuries on his body, or else he would have been a Digging Ground-level powerhouse by now, and if we had coal in Daxia, maybe, it would have become a medium-sized camp."
There were three recognized criteria for a medium-sized camp, the first was a population of over five hundred; the second was that there must be an Earth-Digging level powerhouse; and the third was that it could cope with a wave of low-level cold beasts.
The current population of the Daxia camp was only two hundred and thirty-nine, and there were thirteen Vastwood-level warriors.
With this amount of strength, not to mention the wave of cold beasts, if a slightly stronger mid-level cold beast came, everyone in the camp would be reduced to rations.
"Rogue camp is too stingy, if only they were willing to sell us some coal."
"Coal can not only be used for heating and iron making but it can also be used as an equivalent to exchange for high-level materials at the giant camps, the Rogue Camp itself doesn't have enough to use and won't be willing to take it out and sell it to us, besides, we're such a small camp, we can't get any good things to exchange with them."
More crucially, once the rest of the camps around Redwood Ridge had coal as well, then both the security and weaponry advantages of the Rogues' camp would cease to exist.
The security advantage can absorb the population, and the weapon advantage guarantees force crushing, with the existence of these two advantages, the Luoge camp is the deserved king in the area of Redwood Ridge, selling coal to the other camps is self-defeating.
As a traveling crowd, Xia Hong has since looked longer than Xia Chuan.
Crossed over a month ago, from the beginning of the panic to the current calm, Xia Hong in the middle of the impact, can not be small.
In this world, crisis is everywhere.
Crisis, not only from that special species called cold beast.
There is also the climate, as well as a variety of unheard-of things.
In this world, there is only winter, not four seasons.
And the cold winter temperature here is far more terrifying than on the Blue Planet.
In Xia Hong's unprofessional estimation, the temperature at night was at least seventy degrees below zero, and normal humans could not survive at all.
What's even more outrageous is that the daytime is even colder than the nighttime.
Not to mention normal humans, even ordinary people in this world would freeze to death if they didn't have a means to protect themselves from the cold during the day.
Fortunately, there were only four hours of daylight, so humans were almost always active at night, which was why Xia Hong took advantage of the night to practice martial arts outside.
And because it was colder during the day, the cold beasts were more active, their temperament was more violent, and their strength was also several percent stronger than at night.
Therefore, human beings, whether they are hunting or searching for supplies, basically choose to go out at night.
Crossing into such a crisis-ridden winter world, replaced by other people would have collapsed.
But Xia Hong not only quickly accepted, but even inwardly very excited.
Because, before crossing, he is a tachycardia patient.
Xia Hong comes from a family of martial arts, since childhood, both parents died, and from childhood to practice martial arts fitness, living habits are far more regular than normal people.
But the heavens have played the biggest joke on him, giving him this incurable disease.
In the last days, Xia Hong stopped practicing martial arts, while their hand could still move, all day obsessed with hand games, until lying in a hospital bed.
After confirming that he would soon be unable to move, he picked a sunny day and chose to end himself.
As a result, he came to this world and became the present Xia Hong.
Although this world is full of crises, after all, he is re-living his second life, it would have been incomparably fortunate, what's more, the heavens have also given him a set of such a strong and young body.
One meter ninety-one, weighing more than ninety kilograms, bee-waisted and ape-armed, and still only in his early sixteenth year.
According to what the internet said in his previous life, this body of his was a proper holy body for practicing martial arts.
Just crossed over, although this body is young and strong, the strength is at most about two thousand kilograms.
But the rumor of the previous life of the blue star boxing champion Tyson's strength is only eight hundred kilograms, which is converted to one thousand six hundred pounds.
Xia Hong at first unknown, still thought he was very strong.
Until he witnessed, an adult woman in the camp, lightly pick up five or six hundred kilograms of large trees, he only understood:
This world, per capita Tyson Supreme.
Think about it, people are the product of the environment.
Such a harsh extremely cold climate, if people do not follow evolution, simply can not survive.
Recognizing his weakness, Xia Hong does not dare to slack off.
The martial arts from his previous life were useful here.
For the sake of practicality, he chose a set of Taizu Long Fist, and in just one month, with the cold beast's blood and flesh, his strength rose to four thousand pounds, and according to his father, Xia Ding, the threshold of five thousand pounds at the wood-cutting level, he was about to arrive.
"With lumbering level strength, you can enter the lumbering team, at least you can see first, the world outside the camp."
If it was placed in the previous world, five thousand pounds of huge strength, that was properly superhuman.
However, in this world, it was just that one could go and cut down trees.
That's right, felling trees level, is the meaning of the word.
At this level, one could go - cut down trees!
"Brother, father is back!"
Abruptly, Xia Chuan pointed in the direction of the Redwood Ridge woods and shouted.
Xia Hong looked up and saw that a group of twelve people were quickly walking out from the depths of the woods, they were divided into six groups, each two people in a group, one in front of the other carrying a heavenly tree that was about twenty meters long.
Waiting for the six groups of six trees to completely walk out of the woods, seeing a sturdy figure appearing at the very back, only then did Xia Hong Xia Chuan's two faces reveal a smile.
According to the words of their father, Xia Ding, every time they went out was a spell.
Not only was it safe to come back, but not a single person was missing, definitely a thing worth celebrating.
However, as the thirteen people of the logging team came closer and closer, Xia Hong Xia Chuan realized that not only was there no joy on the faces of the people but instead they were filled with gravity and uneasiness.
The two hurriedly greeted them, and Xia Hong directly inquired.
"Father, what's wrong?"
"How much longer until dawn?"
Xia Ding's voice carried a very obvious hint of forced composure, obviously panicking to the extreme inside.
However, Xia Hong still quickly raised his head to look at the sky and gave his answer after observing the orientation of the bright moon.
"There should only be a quarter of an hour left."
"Quickly, quickly go into the camp and tell them to extinguish the campfire, they can't light it."
Xia Hong's pupils immediately dilated when he heard this, and his face was filled with puzzlement.
"Father, extinguishing the campfire during the day, the camp will freeze to death."
It was colder during the day than at night, even if one hid in a cave, without a campfire to warm them up, they would freeze to death.
Xia Ding was the leader of the camp, he knew more about these things than anyone else, how could he suddenly say such things?
"That creepy monster from Redwood Ridge, it's coming out!"