Mountains, grasslands, snowy fields, ice rivers, forests, rock beach...
Snow blanketed all; one man and three tigers, accompanied by a cart pressing ruts forward along the way.
The weather grew warmer, a gentle breeze swept through, reshaping this dead land. Grass seeds began sprouting beneath the snow, migratory birds returned from the south one after another, many creatures gradually crossed the border, coming back to this vast wilderness.
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The bright sun hung high, the grassland after the snowmelt appeared a dull yellow.
Wood burned; the flames glowed crimson.
Chen Zhou sat on a hide, holding a skewer of wild ducks, carefully roasting them.
The Three-headed Saw-toothed Tiger lay not far from the campfire.
A few days ago, they had crossed the border, arriving outside the challenge area.
Compared to the challenge area, still covered in heavy snow, here it was warmer and the ground held less snow, even unfrozen rivers could be found.
