"Lord God! This kind of dog sled on the snow is really fast! In a quarter of an hour, it can travel at least 10 miles on a flat snow field!... Uh! Evil!..."

The snow field is vast, and everything in front of us is filled with white. White sky, white snow, white distant mountains and forests, and white running dogs.

The exploration leader Zuvaro sat on the bumpy and trembling rough sled, his body stuck to the ground, and followed the fast-running dogs.

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