The morning sun rises from the mountains in the east, shining on the shining Dalumoss River, and also illuminating the continuous and wide campsite by the river. In the brutal and intense fight two days ago, those dark red frozen blood were all covered by the newly fallen white snow.

Curls of cooking smoke rise from the camp that has changed owners, and there are busy hunters, tribal people and captives everywhere. And a huge herd of deer is surrounding the periphery of the camp. They bowed their heads docilely to dig through the thick snow, quietly eating the wet and cold moss.

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