Northern Fortress, City Hall.
David, Reina, and Sura sat at the conference table.
David's face was heavy, pondering Sura's words.
The survival adaptability of the barbarian race is truly strong.
If it weren't for the fact that survival in the Far North was impossible, they wouldn't have invaded the Northern Lands with the power of their entire race.
The Power of Ice seals everything in frost.
From a few years ago, the ice power deep within the Far North began to continuously spread.
This has gradually caused parts of the wilderness, not originally covered in ice, to be shrouded by frost.
And this year, even the outskirts of the Barbarian City of the barbarian race have been covered by ice.
This is what has forced these barbarians to leave the Far North.
"Demon Tide?"
David couldn't help but think of the Black Forest.
The mist of the Black Forest has also been dissipating continuously this year.
