The Lich King in the Arctic Refuge

Eight billion people in the world descended on the endless snowfield at the same time. There is only a leaky shabby wooden house and a rusty logging ax at the beginning. The extreme cold of minus 50 degrees, the wandering frost beasts, the ancient ruins hidden under the snow curtain... Survival or destruction, only in a matter of days. While everyone is still fighting over a fire and a piece of hard black bread; Lin Han accidentally awakened the only hidden talents [Heart of Natural Disaster] and [Lord of the Black Market]. [Heart of Natural Disaster]: As long as you kill monsters, you can revive the frost undead infinitely. Even the dead ancient dragon must obey your call! [Lord of the Black Market]: Ignore any regional restrictions, open an absolutely anonymous cross-regional auction house, and monopolize cold-warming supplies across the server! A few months later, the world rules were completed and job transfer started. The [Steam Alliance], which believes in technology and firepower, and the [Winter Tribe], which advocates body and elements, broke out in a life-and-death battle over an underground ruins. At this time, Lin Han was sitting on the Winter Throne pulled by the bone dragon, drinking steaming black coffee, looking at the players from the two camps fighting fiercely below, and sent a message on the regional channel: "The epic armor [Molten Behemoth Shield], the base price is 100,000 wood or an equally rare blueprint. Brothers of the Alliance and the Horde, whoever bids the highest price will get it." All players in the server collapsed: "We are still struggling to survive and fight guild wars, how come you have become the ultimate BOSS behind the scenes?!"