There is also the terrifying desert of death.

But no matter what, cold has nothing to do with it here.

There are no four seasons in the southern region, only two seasons, namely the dry season and the rainy season.

This time of year is supposed to be the dry season.

In the Sultanate of Salander, on the Sapulu prairie, there is an imperial city named Jinbuluo.

The imperial city occupies a huge area.

There are many pedestrians and residents coming and going.

Many people wore headscarves, light half-shirts and shorts.

Even though they were dressed so coolly, everyone had sweat on their foreheads.

But at this time, there were several people acting strangely on the street.

They were trembling all over and walking staggeringly on the road.

The leader was a little South Asian girl, her lips turned pale from the cold.

"fur…"

"We want to purchase furs..."

Their eyes looked around in panic, trying to find the supplies they needed.

The little girl shook her head suddenly.

"No, we have to make a fire."

"Otherwise, I will freeze to death here."

Yes, she is exactly a lord.

Winter is coming, and not all lords are perfectly prepared.

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something.

"By the way, differentiated compensation package!"

Previously, after the Winter Challenge officially started, the lord system distributed differentiated compensation packages.

All compensation packages are placed directly in the storage grid.

At that time, she was busy collecting supplies in the city.

I was frozen again by the sudden heavy snowfall.

I didn't think about it until this moment.

Just when she was about to open the compensation package.

A small group of camel rangers holding heavy-handed crossbows surrounded them.

At the same time, a pair of shield-backed swordsmen wearing yellow coats and armor lined with white robes also surrounded them.

"Guys, Prince Ayub wants to summon you."

"Please come with us."

The leader of the shield-backed warriors had a snake-shaped sword hanging on his waist.

The helmet on his head is a silver wolf head.

This is a fourth-level warrior of the Salander Sultanate and the team leader here.

Prince Ayyub is the supreme ruler of this imperial city.

A person whose status is second only to the Sultan.

According to the Kingdom of Avalon, this is a royal prince.

This sudden change made the female lord a little panicked.

Affected by the cold, her body and thinking were somewhat sluggish.

After a quick weigh in her mind, she could only choose to follow these soldiers to meet the prince.

She did not dare to open the compensation package and put on a leather jacket in front of these aboriginal warriors.

The only option is to continue gritting one's teeth and carrying on.

Although the lord was shivering from the cold and his face turned pale, he finally managed to endure it.

They followed the soldiers for more than twenty minutes and arrived at the center of the imperial city.

There is a magnificent domed palace here.

It's very similar to the Arabic style on earth.

In the hall of the palace, a group of people met them.

In the center is a large table hung with a silver-patterned gold curtain.

A man who looked to be in his fifties was sitting in the big seat.

He has high cheekbones, a nose bridge like an aquiline, and sharp eyes.

Wearing a simple white robe, in terms of clothing, there is no difference between him and the pedestrians on the street.

There were more than a dozen people standing beside him.

These people were either wearing armor or wearing black and white scarves.

They were all discussing something in low voices.

The man in the big seat stared at the female lord, his eyes getting darker and darker.

He is the so-called Prince Ayyub, the ruler of Jinbuluo Imperial City.

He is also the uncle of the young Sultan who has just succeeded to the throne three years ago in the Salander Sultanate.

The female lord and several warriors under her command were brought before Prince Ayub.

"Kneel down!"

The soldiers said sternly.

The rules in Sudan are very strict and it is necessary to kneel down and pray.

The female lord hugged herself with her arms and finally chose to cooperate.

He knelt obediently on the carpet.

Because of the relatively closed environment in the palace.

It prevents the cold wind from outside from pouring in, although it makes no difference to the indigenous people.

But for the female lord, this made her feel a lot better.

"Are you cold?"

Prince Ayub suddenly spoke, which was also the first thing he said after meeting.

The female lord pursed her lips and shook her head.

"Not...not cold..."

"Just a little nervous..."

She said slowly, trying not to reveal any flaws.

All the lords knew that the natives could not see the challenge.

"lie."

"Your body is shaking."

"Your face is as pale as paper."

"It's the cold that has slowed down your blood."

Prince Ayub said softly, and stood up from his seat.

He came straight to the female lord.

This made her feel nervous.

She is just a lord whose development progress is very average.

There are not many farmers and warriors, nor strong strength and means.

But the man in front of him was the most powerful person in the entire imperial city.

He was surrounded by shield-backed warriors armed with sharp blades.

Her life only depends on the thoughts of these indigenous people.

The few second-level soldiers she brought were not even qualified to fight with others.

"Tell me the truth."
To be continued...