Chương 583: Decent Weapon

"Holy shit, this blizzard will never end!" The Orange Turkey gurgled in outrage, his beady black eyes bulging with anger.

Of course, no one could understand the unintelligible gurgles spewing from his beak, but even without reading his Aether fluctuations or using telepathy, it was obvious what he was trying to communicate.

Because they all agreed with him.

Aside from Crunch, whose fur was suited to the coldest of climates, the others were beginning to dislike this place and its harsh weather even more.

Besides the invariable landscape being an endless succession of identical snow dunes, the visibility was awful because of the blizzard blowing constantly and they had to be careful not to be swallowed alive by a Snoworm buried too close.