The bone-piercing wind blew dry and harsh.
The wilderness of the Odin Icefield was clean. Scoured by frost and gales for countless years, it was dry and barren. Apart from moss, lichen, and a few small shrubs, there were only great stretches of clean, bare boulders.
Except for less than two months during the brief summer, when patches of grayish-brown wilderness emerged along the edges of the Odin Icefield, the entire icefield was a boundless expanse of white. Frost was the ultimate ruler of this land.
Even now, countless gigantic icebergs could still be seen floating on the sea near the Odin Icefield, while innumerable massive glaciers flowed slowly across the wilderness. Enzo led his soldiers carefully over a glacier a hundred meters wide, driving iron stakes into both sides and stringing a thin steel cable across it. On the return journey, they could use the cable to slide swiftly over the glacier instead of struggling across it as they had now.
Enzo did not know that Lin Qi had already learned Arthur had forcibly ordered him deep into the Odin Icefield. As he led the soldiers across the wilderness, he racked his brains over how to muddle through this mission.
If he returned to New Dunkirk completely empty-handed, he would likely face military execution. But if he truly threw himself into completing the mission, the foreign tribes in early summer were no easy opponents. After the long winter and spring, early summer was the most dangerous time on the Odin Icefield. Countless foreign tribes would pour out in full force to hunt. Once they got entangled with a Hunting Party from one of those tribes, it would be a matter of life and death.
The best outcome would be to kill two or three important targets near the edge