Survival Queen of the Frozen Wastes novel Chapter 467

Chapter 467 New Arrivals

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Hanna and LoneWolf were scouting with a few recruits from the Drifters Alliance when they neared the forest. A giant Snow Ape suddenly leaped out. Its blood–red eyes and frantic, wild movements screamed that it was a rogue, feral beast.

Bruce held the front line with his shield, Hanna provided precision fire with her longbow, and the recruits laid tripwires and traps around the perimeter. They were operating like a well–oiled machine.

On the other side of the snowfield.

Neeko and C.P. formed an ultra–efficient duo.

“C.P., left,” Neeko said coolly.

The Flame Wolf, which had been yawning in pure boredom, snapped its golden eyes wide open and casually opened its jaws.

BOOM!

A pillar of crimson and blue flame, imbued with shadow–nullifying properties, erupted and incinerated a nest of strange ice rats huddled 30 yards away. They didn’t even have time to shriek.

Ever since they were equipped with the high–tier purple ranged weapons Riley had crafted during the break, the exploration squads felt unstoppable.

Single low–tier monsters were taken out by focused long–range fire, relying on armor penetration and knockback to secure the kill. When they ran into groups, they used the suppression fire of heavy crossbows combined with melee clean–up. In just one morning, they hadn’t just mapped out the terrain within 6 miles of the camp; they had cleared three small monster dens and collected an uncountable number of resource chests.

Just as the guild members were aggressively pushing the map, harvesting resources and XP, an unexpected discovery occurred at the edge of the eerie coniferous forest ahead.

“Quit dragging your feet. Bag the useful materials, mark the supply chests clearly, and keep pushing! Keep pushing! We need to clear these high–risk threats today,” NorthWind urged, leading the mixed squad.

The squad continued their advance toward the newly spawned coniferous forest.

Just as they reached the forest edge, the scout in the lead stopped dead and held up a hand, signaling for prience.

“Movement ahead,” the scout whispered. “Not monsters… it sounds like… people?”

“People? How could there be people in this dump? They should’ve frozen to death weeks ago. Is it another guild? Stay sharp.” Damian tightened his grip on his heavy harnmer, following NorthWind as they crept forward.

Pushing aside the frost–covered bushes, the sight before them stunned everyone.

In a shallow pit within the forest, there were no vicious monsters–just several figures curled up in piles. They were wearing incredibly tattered, coarse linen clothes similar to medieval peasants, their thin garments frozen as stiff as iron boards in the sub- zero temperatures.

Some were already completely rigid, coated in a layer of white frost, no longer showing any signs of life.

The remaining seven or eight survivors were huddled tightly together, their lips purple, eyes vacant, emitting faint, thread–like

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“Are… are these natives?” Arthur’s eyes went wide.

“Their clothing style is just like what Joseph and the others wear back at our base.” NorthWind frowned and made a split–second decision. “Forget it, get them back! We can’t just let them die here. Take them back and let Riley handle it. Damian, give me a hand!”

The team moved instantly. They pulled out spare thermal blankets, wrapped the nearly frozen natives like mummies, loaded them onto makeshift sleds, and raced back toward the guild base.

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