Warlord: King of All Clans

She could die in the snow.

But not Dad!

The little mouse climbed up again, looked around quickly, and dragged back Leo's broken sword with great effort.

He used the heavy broken sword to chop the nearby dead branches and leaves, collecting them and piling them on Leo's body.

When the sky and the earth turned white, there was a thick pile of firewood on Leo's body, covered with a thick layer of dead grass and leaves.

The exhausted little mouse put down the broken sword, crawled into the woodpile, took off his clothes, and stuffed the light magic pajamas into Leo's chest.

He lay down next to Leo again and fell into a deep sleep peacefully.

When I woke up the next day, the snow on the ground was two feet thick, and the small pile of firewood was completely submerged.

The little mouse woke up from the cold and found that he was not frozen to death.

After spending a year in the river bend, the little mouse ran and chased with Freya every day and worked with Olivia.

Olivia fed her two meals a day and was even worried that her daughter would not grow tall. After she had a dairy cow, she gave her and Freya a glass of milk every night.

Before going to bed, I would sometimes secretly cast Holy Light on her, thinking that the little mouse would grow quickly like wheat after being fertilized.

The little mouse did not grow up as expected, but her physical condition was no longer that of the pampered imperial princess, nor was it that of the weak and feeble little waif.

She sat up and pulled Leo's sleeve, then put her finger between Leo's nose.

And breathe.

Unfortunately, they had run out of food and could only give Leo a little water.

Originally they planned to hide in the atrium for a few days, so they did not carry much supplies, and some of them were lost in the subsequent battle.

The food had been finished two days ago, and the last thing that went into the stomach was a raw fish.

The little mouse sat there for a while, then crawled out of the woodpile, lifted the covering, grabbed one of Leo's feet, and pulled it back with all his strength.

Unfortunately, Leo's muscular body and armor weighed more than two hundred pounds, and the little mouse couldn't pull him at all.

The little mouse stood in the snow for a long time, then found the broken sword and continued to chop the branches.

Finally, he used the hem of his clothes, the sling, and the scraps of cloth and leather from Leo's body to make a simple sled.

It took all his strength to turn Leo over, move him onto the sled, and wrap him up with dead branches and leaves and his own small cloak.

The little mouse tried to drag the sled and found it was not difficult. The heavy snow brought coldness but also convenience.

So she dragged Leo and continued walking north.

In fact, she didn't know the direction or the distance, and she didn't even have any extra thoughts in her mind. She had no purpose at all.

I just simply felt that the powerful Leo Mundo shouldn't have died in the snow and ice like this.

The sky and the earth were vast and desolate. The further north one went, the heavier the snow became. In the vast Wolf-Driving Plain, only a little mouse was pulling the sled, moving forward crookedly.

In the evening, the little mouse stopped and found three people blocking his way.

These were obviously not pursuers, but rather wild folks from nearby who came out to hunt.

The wild people in the Wolf-driving Plains were not only the Basaka people, but also other natural villages that evaded the lords' taxes, as well as bandits and robbers.

I don’t know the identities of the three people in front of me, but as long as they are not killers or aliens, that would be much better.

Before, they passed by a tribe of ogres, and Leo wanted to go in and ask for a glass of water, but the other party had no moral principles and directly attacked them with a rain of arrows.

The little mouse quickly put down his hands pulling the sled, took out an imperial silver coin from his arms and held it high.

As the day went by, her palms were worn raw by the slings that pulled the sled, but she was unaware.

The shiny imperial silver coin sparkled between the bloodstained slender fingers.

A savage snatched the imperial silver coin and kicked the little mouse away.

Then he looked greedily at Leo, who was lying on the ground, his life or death unknown, his eyes roaming over his broken sword, tattered chain mail and iron-studded leather boots.

No matter how shabby these iron tools are, they are still good things in the wilderness and are no worse than the imperial silver coins in your hands.

The savage finally couldn't help but walked forward and started to strip Leo's clothes.

The other two savages also set their sights on the little mouse.

Although the little girl was useless in the wilderness, her sweater, woolen hat, and leather boots were all top-quality items.

“Swish!”

There was a clear sound of a sharp blade entering flesh, and Leo raised one arm, holding a half-foot-long skinning knife.

However, the entire blade of this sharp skinning knife pierced into the wild man's head through his chin.

The wild man only laughed twice, then lost all his strength and fell to the ground and died.

Leo struggled to sit up, breathing heavily, pulled out a skinning knife to wipe the blood off the body of the savage, and questioned the other two savages with difficulty.

"Did you bring any food?"

The two savages stood there blankly with their weapons in hand, their expressions changing constantly. They never had the courage to launch an attack. Finally, they took out two pieces of dried animal meat and threw them on the ground.

The look in the man's eyes was scarier than a saber-toothed tiger's gaze.

"Go away."

The two savages retreated slowly and cautiously, then disappeared into the wilderness.

The little mouse picked up two pieces of jerky and quickly rushed to Leo, with a big smile on his face, "Leo, you're not dead!"

Leo grinned and said, "I lied to you just to make you cry."

“I don’t believe it!” The little mouse seemed to have regained its soul from the walking dead. While retorting, it bit the dried meat in its hand hard.

Every time he tore off a piece of meat, he stuffed it into Leo's mouth. As he bit it, tears began to flow.

Although Leo stabbed the savage to death with one knife, he had actually used up all his strength and couldn't even get up.

He could only lie back on the sled and enjoy the food fed by the little mouse.

The physical strength of a superhuman is not infinite. Leo suffered multiple injuries and severe blood loss, yet he kept fighting and running.

After two days and two nights of non-stop work, he had reached his limit.

After falling into a coma, the extraordinary person's terrifying recovery ability was immediately manifested. In just one day and one night, many wounds shrank and scabbed, and the body's functions gradually recovered.

However, without food, he was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

After eating the tearful dried meat fed by the little mouse, Leo continued to lie in the snow to recuperate.

The little mouse was not idle either. Before dark, he collected enough dead branches and shrubs and built a small nest for the two of them to shelter from the wind and snow.

Leo hugged the sweaty little mouse and praised him, "It's great! My little mouse can survive on its own in the wilderness!"

"Hehe!" The little mouse smiled and did not expose Leo's flattery. It just nestled under Leo's arm and fell asleep peacefully.

After being in a coma for a night, Leo was able to barely perceive information from the outside world, but unfortunately the collapse of his body functions made him unable to wake up, as if he was sleep paralyzed.

It was not until a whole day had passed when he was dragged by the little mouse and the savages came up that he could barely open his eyes.

The reason why extraordinary people are called extraordinary people is because of this terrifying recovery ability that ordinary people cannot possess. It took Leo one day and one night to wake up from the near-death state.

But it was also because of the efforts of the little mouse that he was not frozen to death in the snow and wind on the first night.

The little mouse's magic pajamas have extremely magical effects.

The lower the wearer's body temperature, the more heat it emits, and it even made Leo break out in a fine sweat in the middle of the night.

After another night, Leo finally stood up again.