Bab 1219: Chapter 1042: The Red-Robed Monk

The biting cold wind howled!

Here, the group was nearing the depths of the Far North Wasteland, where a numbing chill forced anyone without "Cold Resistance" to endure a daily toll on their life.

Ordinary humans would freeze to death on the ice, only Frost Giants and White Dragons could frolic in such a harsh environment.

A band of refugees trudged on through the blizzard, relentless in their march.

Even swathed in thick clothing, people occasionally fell along the way, becoming stiff corpses.

"Gliss, we can't go on like this!"

A Paladin clad in leather armor and protected by an extraordinary spirit light came to a female priest's side and said, "Most of the believers are ordinary people, not professionals; if we continue this way..."

The female priest had chestnut curls and eyes of the purest blue. Her small face was red with cold and her lips were blue with frostbite, yet she still pursed them with determination.