"Huff!"

Winter is approaching, and the north wind that has been raging over the wasteland for a hundred years swept from the extreme north with the cold frost.

When winter comes, this cold wind that swept away the fertility of the soil is regarded as the goddess of spring by people on the wasteland. Because they hold a grudge against Assas, the god of harvest, they always disgusted him several times a year, causing the weak people at the bottom to suffer.

"Yoyo!"

A wide outdoor slaughterhouse, the desert plains were covered with a layer of white frost, and the hired workers held hunting knives in their hands, and their faces were filled with virility.

Under the cold wind, they vomited heat, strong and strong, exerted their vicious hands on the trembling snow fox in the cage!

"Yoyo!"

A snow that was forced to be pulled out remained awake, but it attracted the dissatisfaction of the workers.

The next moment, the iron rod fell, the fragile skull of the snow fox was smashed and his brain was sputtered, but he did not die immediately, which made the workers even more angry. One iron rod after another fell, and the snow fox, who was trying to resist, had his head blown into sauce and was covered in blood.

With each iron rod hitting, the snow fox kept making shrill screams until the sound gradually weakened without any movement. Despair and fear spread out like a tide, making the eyes of the same kind in the cage full of horror.

"snort."

The worker was dissatisfied and cleaned the fur. Then, he used a knife equipped with a knife beside the knife. While the fox's body temperature was still there, he used a sharp knife to cut the fox's legs to assist in the separation of the fur.

Every winter is the best stage for concentrated slaughtering of snow foxes. In this newly opened slaughterhouse, bloody slaughter can be seen everywhere.

Moreover, before killing the fox to take off the skin, we must have a psychological battle with the snow fox.

The workers first used a few lucky snow foxes to be role models, and used abused methods to disintegrate the snow fox's psychological defenses, so that they could not develop a sense of resistance. They lay honestly on the wooden board and skillfully peeled off a layer of skin by the workers.

It's as simple as taking off a piece of clothing.

In terms of skinning, the workers themselves are hunters and are experienced veterans. If you peel off a complete snow fox fur, you can get the reward of 3 bronze eagles, which is much easier than hunting.

While the foxes' body temperature has not yet dissipated, hang them on the iron hook to peel them off. With the cooperation of a sharp knife, a piece of fox skin was peeled off completely in just a few minutes.

Three bronze eagles arrived in a few minutes. How could such huge profits not make the workers ecstatic and greatly mobilize their enthusiasm?

This money can make some hearty meals for your wife and children before winter and change them to warm cotton coats. Oh, and you can also get a batch of fox meat for free.

Even though winter is approaching, everyone's hearts are still warm.

Little did they know that the fox skin, which had been peeled off, was hung on the iron hook, and a little tears were revealed at the corners of their eyes. The sorrow and despair were the real ones.

The bloody fox was thrown on the trash can by the workers, dripping blood and emitting a disgusting odor.

Because of the poor operation of funds and the elite Knights entered the Earl's territory, the newly built slaughterhouse did not have a dedicated infrastructure. Earl Shapu ordered the workers to peel the snow fox's farm, or even beside the cage.

"Yoyo..."

The wailing of the snow fox before his death made the foxes who were still in the cage fight. They watched the same kind of people be caught by brutal workers one after another, knocked their heads with sticks to death in front of them, and took their skin and threw away their flesh. They hid in the cage and shivered and dared not resist.

Moreover, the meat thrown in the trash can will be recycled, stirred into a paste, and then frozen by frost magic.

In order to save costs, Earl Shapu no longer bought meat feed in winter, but instead chopped the fox meat peeled and fed it to the fox cubs.

As the saying goes, although you die, under the mercy of the count, your family's relatives are with you, returning to the furnace forging, and connecting with blood.

After being skinned, the snow fox cannot retain its dignity even the dead body.

"Have you heard that there is a group of rampant thieves in the wasteland, and they are everywhere, and several lords have been tragically killed."

"I know this, but the day before yesterday, the Count transferred the main force of the Knights to wipe out it. Maybe he is now going to win."

"Yes, it's just a bunch of robbers. The Count's Knights are not worthy of fame."

Several workers were skinning while communicating the recent turbulent news.

"grass!"

Just as the workers were chatting, a worker was opening a cage and curled up into a ball of petite snow fox shot out like a tight spring!

But the worker was not a vegetarian. He grabbed the snow fox with his left hand and waved it with an iron rod in his right hand. However, he stepped on the trap clip on the sole of his feet, and his sharp serration pierced through his ankle and bit off a large piece of flesh and blood!

Then, without waiting for him to make a frightened sound, an old fox suddenly rushed out while pretending to be in disguise and bit the leg of the worker's pants. The latter felt a pain, causing the young snow fox to float past like a snow scent, and ran away with the hole dug by the old fox!

He cursed, opened his hand to dig into the hole under the turf, cursing the old fox that he would not die well, and the attracted workers around him helped him untie the trap and cure his injuries.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if a few foxes run away. If you want to blame it, just blame the old fox for being too cunning."

Several workers comforted that the fox took risks and successfully escaped under tremendous psychological pressure.

But the price paid is very heavy.

"boom!"

Just as everyone lowered their heads and peeled their skin, a divine fire fell in the sky and bombed the count's territory. With the roar of explosion, a wave of air more than ten meters high splashed!

...

A noble clothing store with elegant decoration.

"dad!"

In the dark corner, the wooden boards were torn apart, and two embarrassed figures stained with soil came out.

A petite snow fox was lying on the back of an old fox, licking his tongue affectionately.

The old fox used the smell to lock the child's position, disguised himself, set up a trap, and secretly communicated while the snow fox was slaughtered, thus making the plan succeed step by step and successfully rescued the little snow fox.

Feeling the little snow fox acting coquettishly on its back, the old fox's mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

But in the eyes, there is a humanized complexity of sadness, grief and anger, and relief.

"Okay, so familiar taste..."

The tip of the little snow fox's nose moved, as if he had smelled something.

It raised its feet and subconsciously walked towards the window, but the old fox did not stop it. It looked silently at the fur coat lit up from the window, and a look of remembrance appeared on its face.

Fur fashions are displayed in the window, bear skin, deer skin, cowhide, and the gorgeous and noble snow fox fur are eye-catching among the listed products.

"Dad, look, mom is smiling at me."
Chapter completed!