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Chapter 613 Howling Icefield

When everyone stood still again, the cold and dizzy feeling on their bodies receded like the tide, and was replaced by bone-freezing cold and deafening wind howling.

Xiao Jin suddenly opened his eyes.

The next second, the field of vision was filled with a violent, swirling pure white.

The goose-feather-like snowflakes were carried by the strong wind, like billions of sharp ice knives, lashing her face and body fiercely, making dense crackling sounds.

The biting cold penetrated the not-so-thin clothing and instantly gripped every part of my body. Even my breathing was so cold that it burned my lungs.

Xiao Jin raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, they don't have to look for it so hard."

Looking closely, the visibility around was pitifully low. Beyond ten meters, there was only a blurry and distorted white chaos. Underfoot was calf-deep, bone-chilling snow.

Where else could it be except 'Howling Icefield'!

"Fuck! I'm freezing to death!"

"What the hell is this place?!"

"System, fuck you! Why didn't you choose a better place to teleport?"

The noisy exclamations and curses were instantly torn apart and drowned out by the howling wind.

Hundreds of players from Country Z who were teleported here with Xiao Jin instantly huddled together like ants thrown into an ice cave, their teeth chattering uncontrollably and their bodies shivering violently.

Some people subconsciously wanted to huddle together for warmth, but were blown to and fro by the fierce cold wind.

Xiao Jin frowned slightly. The biting cold wind and snow felt like knives cutting his face. It was indeed not a pleasant feeling.

She quickly took out a pair of simple black goggles from the space and put them on. Her vision instantly became much clearer. At least she could make out the blurry figures of the surrounding players and the outline of the endless snowfield.

The cold lenses block the direct invasion of wind and snow, bringing a slight warmth.

As for her body, considering her current physical fitness and defense, she can still withstand this cold.

[System prompt: You have arrived at the Howling Icefield. The countdown to the final mission "Throne of Frost" starts: 9 hours, 59 minutes, 58 seconds...]

A line of cold blue text appeared clearly at the edge of the field of vision, with a continuously jumping scarlet countdown number below it.

Countdown? Ten hours?

There was silence for a moment, and then discussions of relief and confusion broke out.

"Countdown? Starting in ten hours?"

"Could it be... to give us some time to rest?"

"Huh? Is the system so kind?"

"Who cares! Damn it, I can finally take a breath! My bones are about to fall apart!"

"Is this a place to rest? I'm afraid I'll freeze into an ice sculpture if I sleep on it!"

The brief respite given by the system quickly overwhelmed the doubts, and everyone's nerves, which had been tense for a long time, suddenly relaxed, and extreme fatigue swept over like a tide.

Looking at the countdown that kept ticking, almost everyone felt a sense of weakness.

"Find a place! Quick! Build a nest!" An experienced player captain yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice cut off by the wind: "Take out all the warm things in your storage space! Gather together! Keep your body temperature up!"

These people are basically a temporary team formed after arriving at this copy.

I have to say that on the battlefield, it is a blessing to have a teammate you can trust behind you.

The order was promptly executed.

The surviving players braved the strong wind that could blow people away and moved with difficulty on the snowfield, taking one deep step and one shallow step, looking for a relatively leeward depression or a huge ice rock to support themselves.

Suddenly, a strange scene appeared on this violent ice field. Various temporary "shelters" of strange shapes were taken out from the storage space by the players.

The triangular tent, which was quickly erected with simple windproof cloth and metal frames, was shaky in the strong wind, and it required several people to hold on to the ropes desperately to barely keep it together.

There are thick military-grade insulated sleeping bags. Players crawl directly into them, dig a small hole in the snow like a worm and bury themselves, leaving only their noses exposed to breathe.

The high-tech foldable inflatable thermal cabin looks like a large capsule when unfolded. It can accommodate two or three people. A faint thermal energy halo flashes on the surface, making it particularly eye-catching in the wind and snow.

Some people even took out several huge pieces of crimson ore that emitted faint heat (probably the harvest from the previous copy), formed a circle, and barely created an area with a slightly higher temperature. A group of people huddled in the middle and shivered.

Xiao Jin glanced at the surrounding players who were showing off their skills in their "snail dwellings" with a blank expression on his face.

She raised her hand to wipe the frost off the lenses of her goggles and her eyes fell on her prop backpack.

His fingertips slid across a wide array of items, and finally stopped on a 'little toy' that emitted a soft purple light - [Single Cabin] (purple prop).

Without hesitation, choose the location and release.

hum!

A soft purple halo spread out from Xiao Jin as the center, instantly dispelling the wind and snow within a few meters around him.

Under the astonished gazes of the surrounding players, a small and exquisite single-story wooden house with a warm wooden luster stood firmly on the ice field as if it had grown out of the void!

The wooden house is not big, but it is solidly constructed, and the roof is covered with thick, dark thatch that seems to never be covered by ice or snow.

The walls were made of smooth logs, exuding an ancient and heavy atmosphere. An oak door that looked unusually thick was closed, and there was even a small glass window next to the door that was lit with a dim light!

A warm halo of light shines through the gaps in the window frames and door cracks, like a warm island emitting fatal temptation in this violent and cold pure white purgatory.

"I... I fuck!?"

"A log cabin? And it's a purple item!"

"What the hell is this magical item? A luxurious villa with built-in heating? A must-have companion for going out?"

"Boss! Boss! Please take me in! Can you let me in and sleep on the floor? I'll bring my own sleeping bag! I promise I won't take up any space!"

“Heh…” A player nearby wrapped his down jacket tightly around him, looked at the player who was trying to get closer to the cabin, and sneered, “Go ahead if you’re not afraid of being cut into popsicles by the big guys.

Look at his strength, and then look at yourself, are you worthy of him?"

"Tsk, what does this have to do with you!" the man retorted directly.

The discussions, exclamations, and sour envy and jealousy were all suppressed by the roar of the wind.

Xiao Jin turned a deaf ear to all this.

She walked to the thick oak door. There was no keyhole in the door, only a palm-shaped groove.

She pressed her right hand on it.