Northern Education Camp, on the rise and fall platform.

The slime balloon was ready, and Mark and more than a dozen deserters entered the hanging basket with their hands and feet, and then slowly rose into the sky with a violent shaking.

"Hiss... can you really fly?"

"It's like a carriage?"

"No, the carriage is not as comfortable as this."

"Not that fast either!"

A group of people muttered in a low voice, and found transparent portholes on both sides, and immediately looked out with their heads.

"Hey, old man, don't be angry, the windows are gone."

"Don't talk nonsense, I haven't."

“The rise is so fast.”

The Zhurong members who were responsible for driving were not surprised by this scene.

It is rare for ordinary people to go to heaven to avoid vomiting. These guys are really in-service soldiers, and their qualities are different.

After learning that the other party was from Yorkshire, the driver's eyes softened.

Yorkshire, a textile town of de Los, a thousand years ago, was a subject under his ancestors.

With this origin, the drivers from Zhurong's family became more enthusiastic.

"Everyone is sitting firmly and supporting it, the wind is about to blow."

Winter has arrived and the north wind is prevalent. Every day, sunrise to noon, there is no wind. However, in the afternoon, the north wind will blow, which will become stronger and stronger as time goes by, and the cold wind will be windy all night until the sunrise the next day.

With the change of the wind, most of the slime balloons go south in the afternoon and then north the next day.

The speed of going south is fast and the speed of going north is relatively slow. Most of the time it depends on the balloon's own thrusters.

While speaking, large scattered snow floated out of the window.

"Okay, it's time to speed up!"

Then, the cockpit shook violently.

Mark and others immediately tense all over and grabbed their deputy.

The Caucasus Mountains have a wide range from east to west, but the span of north to south is only a few hundred kilometers, and it takes only one afternoon to walk with the wind.

But at this time, the day was short and the night was long. When Mark and his group walked out of the cabin with their legs swayed, it was already dark outside.

Dozens of pods have been parked on the lifting and landing platform.

Mark and others knelt on the snow, holding their hands to vomit.

But my belly was empty and there was nothing to vomit.

At this time, a soldier saw the balloon automatically deflate, then fell down into the pod, and jumped into the pod one by one.

"Is that...slime?"

The driver of Zhurong said in a respectful tone: "This is a slime who believes in the holy light and has been given special abilities by the gods."

Another soldier whispered: "Slime...seems to be cleaning the pod."

A group of people were spitting out in the pod, and Slime was cleaning the pod, that was...

Thinking of this, Mark and others instantly swelled upside down, and they lay on the snow again and vomited wildly, spitting out gastric juice and bile.

The driver of Zhurong's hand unleashed his palms helplessly, "There is no way, the slimes that believe in the holy light are still slimes, retaining their original habits."

It felt quite disgusting at first.

But then after thinking about it carefully, if the slime doesn't clean it, it has to clean it up by itself.

This is not unacceptable.

"Oh no, you were wrong!" A soldier shouted loudly: "The Holy Light cannot tolerate filth in the world! Therefore, the Holy Light Slimes took the initiative to clean up the filth."

The driver gave a thumbs up, "Yes, you have a lot of insights! Okay, go and perform your mission. Remember to come back before noon tomorrow to replenish supplies, otherwise you will have to wait another day."

After returning to a little state, Mark tightened the collar sleeves, tied up his belt, then carried his luggage bag, and walked down the mountain step by step, while other soldiers followed.

Mark had a palm-sized disc in his hand. The most eye-catching thing on the disc was a cross-shaped mark, with a constantly flashing green dot in the mark, and a few red dots.

This is a magical artifact rewarded by the gods, which can track the enemy's location.

"The target is ahead, behind the stone. Be careful to be concealed!"

A group of soldiers stared at them with breath, and their steps were much lighter. They raised and fell, and the slight sound of footsteps mixed in the north wind and disappeared in an instant.

More than a dozen soldiers used gestures to communicate and quickly divided into three routes to complete the encirclement.

Behind the huge rock, several soldiers were tremblingly wrapped in blankets, and a hungry soldier licked them with bread, but his tongue stuck to the stone under the flour, and he tore it hard, and blood was flowing.

Several other soldiers were also dizzy and hungry, curled up and squeezed behind the stone, and fell asleep.

Sleep can reduce physical energy consumption and reduce the pain of hunger.

But it may also be really unwaking.

Mark and his group were very upset.

I thought it would be a fierce confrontation, and then the enemy was stubborn, so I loudly explained to them that the Northern Cult is powerful, rich, civilized, and advanced, and then let them kneel on the ground and burst into tears and return to their minds.

As a result, the soldier who had breathed a breath didn't move, so he raised his eyelids and licked his chapped lips.

"Brother... when you do it... be more scrupulous... don't... don't disturb them... don't worry, I won't shout..."

Hearing this, Mark's nose felt sore.

"Stop talking, light the fire, cook."

They are all soldiers from the Kingdom of Sauron, and no one knows who.

If Mark and his group had not been lucky enough to meet people from the Northern Sect, they would have been lying on the snow at this time, and they had even frozen into ice sculptures.

The kingdom's intention was very obvious, which was to send soldiers to cross the mountains and go to the inside of the Caucasus Mountains to inquire about information.

As for what information to inquire, who will report to after inquiring, and whether I can go back alive...

There was no arrangement at all and never considered it.

To put it bluntly, this is a mission to die.

The soldiers sent out could not go back alive.

They are all abandoned people.

"Fortunately, the Northern Church accepted us."

"Thank you to the Northern God!"

“Thank you to the North God for giving us food!”

"Thank you to the Northern God for giving us hot pot!"

"Thank you to the North God for giving us peppers!"

Mark's comrades quickly dug a hole, then used a few stones to set the pot and put a short and fat metal jar under the pot, and filled a pile of snow in the pot.

Not long after, the snow turned into water, and a trace of white air emerged, and then it was gushes and boiling.

A piece of red oil pan base was thrown in and it quickly turned into a pot of red soup. The soldiers put various dried vegetables and dried meat in, and then spontaneously took out the bowls and chopsticks to wait for food.

When I came, I vomited all the way, my stomach was empty, and I was just enough to eat something to cushion.

The prisoner who was determined to die couldn't help but wonder.

These people, with their appearance and accent, were obviously from the Kingdom of Sauron.

But why are their outfits, their food and food so strange...

The tool that can ignite without firewood is simply amazing. Could it be a magical prop for the magician?

This tool is so convenient, it is simply a magical tool for survival in the wild.

If you can go back alive, you must contact a few magicians to make this kind of tool and make a lot of money.

Wait, what does this taste like?

It smells so good!

Well... I felt hot all over when I just smelled it. It was incredible.

Mark picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks.

Yes, this tool called chopsticks is a special tool of Northern Buddhism.

I originally wanted to use a knife and fork, but there was no such thing in the camp. I used my hands to pick rice, but I was driven out.

If you want to eat in the cafeteria of Northern Education, you can only use chopsticks.

Fortunately, I was not too stupid, so I learned how to use chopsticks before starving to death.

"Do you believe in the Northern God?"

The prisoner who was about to starve to death had green eyes.

"Believe! I believe! Praise the Northern God! Thank the Northern God for giving me food!"

Mark smacked his lips, "No, very sensible, can answer quickly."
Chapter completed!