On January 16 of the third year of the Wasteland Doom Calendar, only the final two days remained before the wagered battle began.
The Northern Ice Field.
As the least popular region of the New Continent, the Northern Ice Field had lost even its last trace of presence after the Autumn Harvest.
Even in the chat channels, discussions about the north were rare. The nearly ten million residents living in the northern region did not think there was anything worth discussing about where they lived.
With late autumn arriving, the average temperature in the northern region had already dropped to around minus fifteen degrees Celsius.
Cold rain in other places immediately turned into drifting Goose Feather Snow here.
Once the thick snow covered the ground, human activity was severely restricted. The residents had no choice but to huddle indoors, relying on fires and electric heating equipment to keep their lives running normally.
Even high-level route users could only move within two hundred kilometers of their territories. If they traveled too far, they could easily die in this frozen wasteland after being exposed to low temperatures for too long.
Industrial production also had to stop because of the falling temperatures.
As the temperature plummeted, many machines became extremely difficult to operate, and some even broke down.
Power transmission was especially problematic. Once it snowed and Solar Energy became unavailable, a northern territory with tens of millions of people would be forced to endure power outages lasting several days.
Needless to say, in the eyes of the territories in the Southern Fire Domain, even a small or medium-sized territory with only several hundred thousand residents would find this utterly absurd.
After all, whenever industrial production shut down, simply preparing to resume operations would take several days.
Frequent power outages were equivalent to