The cold season would soon descend upon the Northern Wilderness. It was a time when the entire land became a vast expanse of ice and snow. The bone-chilling wind, sharp as a steel blade, was enough to keep even the thick-furred brown bears huddled in their dens.
For the tribes that relied on hunting for their food, this was nothing short of a catastrophe.
Forget the smaller tribes; even some of the larger ones might not survive. Because of this, they often chose to raid the villages of Debei to the south.
Levi had preemptively dealt with these threats, preventing them from forming a massive Alliance Army.
The effect of the past few days' sweeps was that there were no longer any other powers within a fifty-li radius of High Cliff Castle.
"Boss, is it raining?"
Zat suddenly touched his bald head. Something cold had just landed on it, and when he reached up, he realized it was water.
"No." Levi shook his head, gazing up at the darkening sky. "It's snowing."
