Only then did they truly realize just what kind of training they would be facing for the next three months.
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「Rift Snowfield.」
The howling, cold wind blew, listlessly kicking up powdered snow from the ground only to swirl it back again. In this dim, lightless world, cold and desolation were the near-eternal theme. Besides the snow, there was nothing new to see.
However, the arrival of a group of Slimes several days ago had brought a different kind of vitality to this Snowfield.
On the original site of the goblin's snowfield fortress, the Slimes were busy bouncing back and forth. The rudiments of a small town could already be seen beneath them—neat foundation lines, newly erected wooden-framed houses, a half-paved stone road, and a massive complex of buildings at the center.
Their division of labor was clear. Some larger Rock Slimes were working together to carry heavy stones and lumber, placing them in their designated positions.
