Ed threw his head up so desperately that his neck was about to break, and he couldn't see the tip of the Giant's Axe.

They could see it from a long distance, but it took nearly two days to get underneath it. The black cliff towered into the sky, and the top was always obscured by a shrouded gray mist. Its side towards the ice field is completely vertical, with black rocks that are bare, and even ice and snow cannot cover it. Even after tens of thousands of years, the power and anger of the giants is still terrifying.

"It really looks like someone has cut it with an axe...... "Is that really the giant's doing? Just an axe? How tall do they have to be!"

"Legend has it that they could easily cross the Vinez River in one step. Norway replied.

"Why isn't it called 'The Unlucky Stone Cut by a Giant with an Axe?' I thought it was the Giant's axe left there and turned into a mountain!" Tess was displeased that the cliff was not worthy of its name.

"In fact, the Giant's Axe originally referred to a bare rock in the nearby ice field, and it was said to look like a giant's left axe, but it was covered in snow all year round, so people simply called it the 'Giant's Axe', at least it was conspicuous and deserved a good name more than the rock that no one could see. Norway patiently explained.

Tess rolled her eyes, "Hell, dead-eyed elf, I know you're old enough to read many, many books that humans can't finish in a lifetime, but I'm just complaining casually that you don't need to explain in such detail." ”

Norway smiled disappreciatively.

"Either way, they're a perfect match. Tess gestured with her hands toward the cliff, "Black, tall, and bare. Then he gestured to the ice field to their left, "White, big, bare." There is no more desperate and boring place in the world. ”

They all set their sights on the ice field. The white snow seemed to be endless, spreading all the way to the end of the world, and it seemed that there was no sign of life. No one could deny that it was a breathtaking sight, and the moment they stepped out of the forest, they were overwhelmed by the overwhelming silence and silence in front of them, but even without the fabled terrifying blizzard, the unforgiving ice seemed to deny anyone entry.

"We've got to find a snow-white dragon in a snow-white world—maybe we don't even know it's there when we walk under its nose. Tess said.

"Then we'll have to pray that he doesn't lie there sleeping again - at least his eyes are golden." Ed said.

Norway smiled and shook his head, the unique way these two young humans coped with stress always made him feel that his nervousness had become redundant and ridiculous.

"Don't forget, we still have to find a guide so that we don't get lost in that snow-white world. Naria, who was more serious than the elves, frowned and searched the forest on the right, "I don't see anything that looks like a town. ”

"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart, it's definitely nearby. Tess nodded the tip of her nose, "I can smell the stench it is coming from." ”

"And," Norway whispered to the group, "be careful...... I think we're being watched. ”.

Pulling off a bunch of withered climbing plants, and by the way, removing the snow-woven cloak, a statue that I don't know whether to describe as hideous or funny appears in front of Ed's eyes.

He took a step back, appreciating the stone statue with confusion and uneasiness. It looks like it's been here for years, and time has blurred the rough but powerful nicks, but it hasn't made it any more approachable. It was a head taller than him, its near-square face had large, bulging round eyes, its flat nose was just two shallow holes, and its boar-like fangs protruded from its mouth, but the corners of its mouth were stiffly upturned and showed an eerie smile - its lips and teeth were still red.

"It's blood. Norvi's fingers brushed the dark red paint and sniffed it with a frown, "That's probably ...... What was left behind by the orcs, but was changed. It felt like some kind of warning. ”

Not only the lips and teeth, but also the hands of the stone statue on his stomach and the human head under his feet seemed to have been dyed red, but they had faded into the snow and were barely visible, and the person who painted it was obviously not very responsible, but just hastily scribbled on his lips.

There was a path next to the statue, quiet and deep into the forest, that should lead to their destination.

Naria stepped forward without hesitation, only to be dragged back by Ed.

"Naria, I know you're in a hurry, but both Mock and Scott have said it's a dangerous place, and it doesn't seem like a good idea to just break in like that. He said.

"Oh, it's so gratifying that Ed Singal could say such a thing!" Tess exaggeratedly pressed one hand to her chest.

Ed blushed a little: "I've always been cautious!"

"Didn't you expect it to be a peaceful and friendly town where everyone would greet us with a smile, or that your gold would settle everything?"

Ed's face began to turn white again. If they had made it all the way and got here without any twists and turns, he might have felt that way.

"Tess ......" Norway warned the hard-haired girl in his usual tone, realizing with a headache that he might have been too indulgent to her.

"I have an idea. When Tess turned her head innocently and pretended to enjoy the view, he lowered his voice and said, "The friend who has been with us...... Maybe we should give him a little surprise. ”.

Adventurers cautiously step into the nameless town of the outcasts and self-exiled people. It was almost gentle in the afterglow of the setting sun, but the buildings that were haphazardly erected on the side of the only road, the mixed styles—low stone walls, crooked wooden buildings, tents made of animal skins...... The random chaos is not reassuring in any way. What's more, it was as if a battle had just been experienced, and many broken wooden planks were still lying in the black snow, and the blood stains everywhere seemed to be deliberately spilled paint, completely ignored...... Perhaps no one really paid attention, the whole town looked like it was empty, no one was walking on the streets, and no one could hear any voices at all.

"It looks like ...... here Attacked by the barbarians?" Narya remembered the human village that had been attacked by the barbarians.

"Have all the people here fled, or are they hiding?" Ed looked around uneasily, and although he couldn't see half of a figure, he seemed to feel that many eyes were watching them.

"I don't know if they were being attacked here or if they fought on their own...... But it's not empty. Norway replied softly, confirming Ed's guess. The elves could hear the heavy breathing, coming from every house around them.

"Welcome!"

A tall figure suddenly emerged from the low roof of a house in front of them, and cried out in a somewhat stiff but overly accurate lingua franca, "You don't look like dead people, so welcome, stranger! Are you here to join us, or are you just kind enough to have some fun with us?"

That's probably some kind of signal. Before he could finish speaking, there was a loud bang in the surrounding houses, and dozens of men, wielding weapons of all kinds, roared out from behind the doors, from the windows, and from the tattered wooden planks that could be pushed to the end at the same time, and surrounded the outsiders who could only be disposed of by them like prey in a trap.

But if they wanted to see the panicked and even frightened expressions on the faces of those people, they would probably be disappointed - although they were indeed taken aback, the adventurers who had been mentally prepared quickly regained their composure, and in the face of more than a dozen times the enemy and the weapons that were close at hand, except for Akan who yelled at them back and forth, the others looked like "is this all?" - after all, most of them had faced dozens of more sharp weapons, A skilled elven skeleton warrior, or (presumably) someone who has closed the gates of hell with his own hands.

Naria looked at the men curiously and with some disgust. They were all dirty and smelly, more unbearable than the white skeletons, and she didn't know if they were too lazy to take a shower or if they had deliberately made themselves look like this.

There was probably no place for them to trim their hair and beards, and the long hair, which was messy and greasy and glued together and almost covered the entire face, made Nalya want to just get a sword and fix it for them.

Some of them were particularly tall - including the one on the roof, without exception with a very pronounced protruding arch of the eyebrows, some of them with rough skin that could probably be used to sharpen their swords, and their faces were covered with various tattoos, which were probably the legendary barbarians.

The lack of the desired effect seems to make the men a little unhappy.

"Tear them apart!" someone shouted, "Let them become slag that even necromancers can't put together!"

"At least they hate necromancers as much as we do," said Ed, with little hope in mind, "if I tell them I've killed ...... Helped kill a necromancer, I wonder if they'd like to talk to us?"

"Do you expect these people to believe you—a white, clean, neatly dressed fellow, with braided hair and no beard?" Naria teased him.

Ed rubbed his chin, tempted to argue that he already had a beard, and that he had just shaved it habitually.

"We have no intention of fighting any of you," said Norvi, "but if you insist on doing so, don't think you're going to win!"

He jerked off his hat, revealing fluttering blonde hair and pointed ears.

There was a small exclamation from the crowd, and many of them flinched back uneasily, but others laughed after a moment of surprise: "An elf!

It seems that not everyone here has never seen an elf.

"If you've ever seen or heard of my race," Norway said calmly, raising his left hand and aiming his delicate light crossbow at the man who hadn't stopped laughing, "then you should know that an elf never misses. ”

The laughter stopped abruptly.

"Who wants to be the first? I can shoot him in the forehead even with my eyes closed. The elf's confident smile made more people look at each other hesitantly, but Ed knew that Norway might not be as calm as he seemed.