Winner Takes All

The sharp pain lasted for more than ten seconds.

When Jack got used to the pain in his right palm, he struggled to get up, used his left hand to hold the sword, and head toward the direction outside of the mountain.

If his right hand was sealed by the frozen horse meat, he would only be left with one hand.

In this kind of critical situation, there would be dangers lurking around everywhere.

Jack knew that even if he had to pay some price to make his right hand usable, it was definitely necessary. In any event, if he were to face any dangerous situation, at least he still could use both his hands. In the snowy wind.

Jack's footsteps were unsteady, and he stumbled through the snow.

Even though drinking the wolf's blood made him felt better, however, he could not cut the wolf with the frozen blade. Therefore, he could not cut some meat to satiate his hunger.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The wolf's blood could only relieve his hunger temporarily.

But it was not a permanent solution.

Time after time, Jack would fall into the snow, and then he would stubbornly get up again, moving forward wretchedly.

But his gaze was extremely determined, staring deadly at the road ahead, even though there were no people in front.

"Stay alive... Must stay alive... Even if I have to live like a dog, I must stay alive..."

He mumbled repeatedly in his mouth as if he was cheering for himself. It was as if there was a voice in his head, telling him the same thing nonstop, then he repeated it out through his murmur. The bone-chilling wind and snow were torturing Jack's mind and body.

Slowly but surely, the snowy wind was sucking Jack's temperature away from his body.

The cold and hunger were quickly weakening Jack's body.

Jack did not stop but kept moving on even though he was extremely exhausted. Even though he wanted to take a short break, he did not dare to do so!

Because he knew, if he sat down, he might never stand up anymore!

Even though he was stumbling, and often fell on the snowy ground, he would still clench his teeth and instantly get up again.

He walked slowly but steadily.

Jack could feel his strength leaving his body. Even his consciousness was becoming blurry.

The sunlight over his head became extra dazzling.

Even the wind and snow were as sharp as knives, cutting through his body causing intolerable pain.

Dazed, weak, and cold....

Right now, Jack was like a walking zombie, relying on his desire to live, moving forward strenuously, without knowing where he was going.

"Stay alive, must stay alive, even if I have to live like a dog, I must stay alive..."

His cold frozen lips opened and closed faintly, letting out his heavy and weak mumbling.

Boom!

Suddenly, his legs lurched, and he fell to the ground again.

The pain woke Jack up.

He clenched his teeth and got up immediately.

However, this time, when he got up and tried to step forward, he could not feel anything below his right leg and fell to the ground once again. His body was already at its maximum.

But Jack's will to live had not given up yet.

If he could not stand up, he could still his sword. He stabbed the sword into the snow and dragged his body moving forward slowly.

As he moved forward, he left a trail of snow trace behind.

Under the sunlight.

The snowy wind was still terrorizing his body.

Jack was extremely exhausted. With an awfully slow speed, he moved forward bit by bit.

His consciousness was slowly leaving him. And slowly, he felt the sun was not dazzling his eyes anymore, and the snowy wind did not seem to be hurting his body like sharp knives. "Stay alive..."

Jack mumbled the words out from his mouth. However, this time, he did not pull himself forward using the sword that was stabbed in the snow.

His hand... had already let go of his sword.

Bang!

The sword fell onto the snowy grounds.

And Jack's eyes were also closed.

His exhausted body was unable to hold on, even how strong his will to survive was. In the end, he directly fainted on the ground.

The snowy wind was still blowing, slowly accumulating snow on Jack's body. Before long, Jack would be covered in deep snow.

The wind was howling wildly around him.

The snow was falling heavily.

In the end, Jack's life and death struggle got him out of the mountain.

Clang clang... Clang clang...

From a distance, the chiming of bells could be heard.

A convoy was moving in Jack's direction from afar.

"Boss! Look, I think I saw someone there!"

As they got closer, someone in the convoy noticed Jack, who was nearly covered in snow.

The convoy quickly approached Jack.

It was a convoy from the foreign tribe.

A dozen foreign natives sat on their horses. In the middle, three prison cages were pulled by horses as well, escorted by everyone around them.

And within the three prison cages, there were full of children who wore thin animal skins, looking pitiful.

There were males and females, ranging from a child to a young teen.

All of the children cuddled together because of the cold, fetching heat from each other. But even so, they were trembling from the cold.

"Boss, just leave him here. We need to rush to The Hun Royal Palace to sell off our slaves."

In the convoy, one of the foreign natives spoke, "He's probably dead anyway."

That's right, this was a convoy transporting slaves.

In the foreign region, slavery had been a bad practice since a long time ago. Until today, this practice was still in play in the foreign region.

The foreign tribes had been fighting each other all these while for resources, and slaves were one of the reasons.

The winner would be able to sell slaves when they won the war. In this foreign land on the snow plains, children belonging to the losers were no different from an animal.

And at normal times, the foreign tribes on these snow plains would deploy specialized slave convoys for slave trading, which was particularly savage.

"Go take a look, maybe he still has some breath in him. If we save him, we can sell him as a slave to The Hun Royal Palace. This way, we can earn extra money." The slave convoy leader looked at a man beside him.

The man helplessly nodded his head and rode his horse towards Jack. After he got down from the horse, he pulled Jack out from the buried snow, probed his nose, and shouted excitingly, "Boss, he's still alive!"

"Bring him back, we have picked up a slave at no cost, hahaha..."

The slave convoy leader immediately laughed happily.

When the man brought Jack to the slave leader, the leader took a water sac from the horse's neck and threw it to the man. "Pour him some water, then stuff some buns into him. Remember don't feed him too much, just enough for him to stay barely alive. When we sell him off, his life has nothing to do with us anymore."

"Boss, are you sure you want to sell him off as a slave?"

The man was hesitating. "This guy is wearing clothes from Inner Territory, and he has a sword with him. What if something goes wrong along the way, or something happens at The Hun Royal Palace? It will be troublesome."

"That's why I say just feed him enough for him to stay barely alive!"

The leader stared at the man, "You don't need to think so much. It's not like no one is selling slaves at The Hun Royal Palace, we are going there to sell animals. After we sell off these animals, this will have nothing to do with us anymore. If The Huns can't teach their animals well, can they blame us? Why won't you think how much money we can earn from an adult slave?"

When he finished his sentences, the leader let out a smile again.

Hearing the last sentence, the man did not hesitate anymore.

On the foreign snow plains, slaves were expensive!

"Okay."

The man nodded, poured water into Jack's mouth, then stuff a small bun into it, washing it down with the water. After that, he threw Jack into one of the prison cages.

After he closed the cage, the man prayed in a deep voice, "In the name of the Wolf, I hope you can live, and let us earn more money. If you die on the way, we can only throw you down and feed the wolves." With the order of the slave leader, the convoy moved forward again in the snow. The bells that were hung on the horses' necks chimed as they move.

It was a normal snowy day.

And picking up Jack halfway, seemed to be as normal as picking up money on the ground.000