There are dozens of bonfires in the fourth-level territory, and there are more than ten or twenty people sitting around each bonfire.
They put some dry grass under their buttocks to avoid contact with the cold ground, and at the same time stretched out their palms towards the fire, trying to absorb as much warmth as possible from the fire to warm their frozen bodies.
Each bonfire is very close to each other, and the back you lean against is the back of another person.
Everyone tried their best to maintain their body temperature...
But after using all the means currently available to them, they still shivered and felt themselves enveloped by a strange cold.
Especially some rice-grain snowflakes falling from the dark sky...
Once it touches the skin, frost will form on the surface of the body. Although it will not kill people, it will instantly lower the body temperature.
Plus it's so cold, if you don't handle it properly you could end up with blood, flesh and blood, or even shock...
But the weird thing is that the "snowflakes" that fall in other places will not have this weird situation, but turn into ordinary snowflakes...
At this moment, people looked towards the core building in the center of the territory from time to time. Now, the only warm place in the territory was inside the core building.
However, the place is now full of people. There are more than a thousand people in this small five-story building...
The place is almost packed with people, and we can't even move...
In addition, the tanks and ancillary buildings, such as additional public toilets and swimming pools, were also crowded with people...
But there is also good news for these slaves. After half an hour, it will be the turn of another group of people to come outside to "stand guard".
And they can squeeze into the building to warm up...
At this moment, Feng En took in the scene in the territory, but he was powerless to do anything.
After the "dark night", although they were not attacked again, they were covered by a heavy snow and struggled with the cold...
Even here, the Fallen did not venture far into the snow to catch them.
This is a process where you see your own slow death but have to accept it...
"Have you made contact? The outside world, that Colin..." Feng En asked, turning his head.
Most of the time, the survivors who become "leaders" will not focus on the parchment scroll, but will hand over this work to others...
This is not because of expansion, but because they found that this way, they can save a lot of energy and free up more space to think about other problems...
Staring at the chat channels and dialog boxes is a real waste of time.
It's easy to waste a lot of time if you're not careful.
At this moment, his younger brother Feng Ke just shook his head after hearing this: "No..."
They were lucky that the brothers appeared in the same area and got together early on.
"Ah..." Feng En sighed again.
Not long ago, Colin, who was ranked first on the list, came here.
They thought they were saved...
But later, after realizing that the other party did not seem to intend to enter the area covered by heavy snow, their hearts sank.
However, the other party's arrival was not without some benefits for them.