Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

A shadow suddenly sped in from the western Snow Forest. The person appeared extremely tense, quickly exchanging a secret signal with the guard at the village entrance, then rushed straight toward the main building within the village.

Nighttime was the prime time for human hunting and gathering, typically the busiest, but at this moment, Jinbi Village was eerily quiet with no one around. Except for some houses near the main building emitting light, the rest of the areas were pitch black and silent, clearly devoid of people.

The returning individual showed no surprise on his face, having evidently known the situation in the village beforehand. He rushed directly into the main building, swiftly ascending to the top floor, and upon seeing Xiahou Qin seated at the top, he immediately bowed deeply:

”Lord Xiahou, the people from Qinghe Village have mobilized. Twenty thousand fully armed Earth-digging Realm, and about three hundred at Cold Resistance Level, have already left Qinghe Village, marching east toward Jinbi Village. Their speed isn’t fast, covering only seven to eight kilometers an hour and are expected to arrive before dawn.”

Crack......

”So quick!”

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Qin on the seat stood up abruptly, his face filled with shock, then asked solemnly, ”Three hundred at Cold Resistance Level, twenty thousand at Earth-digging Realm, where are the Zen Temple Bhikkhus?”

The individual’s face turned slightly dark as he shook his head in response: ”I haven’t seen them; I’ve only seen a massive Earth-digging Realm army coming this way. Along the way, I didn’t encounter the Grey-clothed Bhikkhu from Dajue Temple.”

”What about the Vajra...”

Xiahou Qin broke off his question midway; if the Vajra Master had departed with the army as well, the scout wouldn’t be alive to run back.

”With over three hundred at Cold Resistance Level and twenty thousand at Earth-digging Realm, do they intend to directly invade?”

Xiahou Qin’s brows furrowed, showing confusion, but when he thought about his uncle Xiahou Zhang’s earlier predicament and the five thousand Zen Temple Bhikkhus of Dajue Temple, his expression turned graver.

”Inform everyone to prepare, something isn’t right. Be ready to retreat at any moment!”

”Hasn’t everyone already evacuated? The village now only has digging...”

The scout was momentarily puzzled by these words but quickly understood Xiahou Qin’s meaning and nodded heavily: ”I will inform them at once.”