Actually, when the first moo penetrated the wind wall, everyone almost thought it was a hallucination.
Until the giant white shadow shattered the snow curtain—a herd of Cold-Biting Ox formed a wedge formation and came treading through the snow, their long snowy fur forming ice armor, their solid bodies connected together like a slowly moving wall.
They stood steadfast in the blizzard, seemingly accustomed to the harsh weather conditions all too familiar to them.
The wind and snow could not hinder their advance, instead, they were blocked outside by the indestructible wall.
As the Cold-Biting Ox drew closer, the tall, thin boy who had yet to reveal his name exclaimed in surprise, "Aren't these the damned... no, the unlucky Cold-Biting Ox from earlier?"
"What are they here for?"
No one answered his question; everyone watched quietly as the Cold-Biting Ox approached, the snowy figures coming into view, simultaneously keeping the storm outside.
"Moo~"
