Chapter 321: Kitsch is an intermediate station between oblivion and existence.

I don't know how long it took, but when Alice refueled the campfire in front of her for the third time, she felt that the gaze that had been on her was removed, but her expression did not change at all, and there was no pause in her movements, and sure enough, after a few seconds, that gaze returned to her again. Pen Γ— fun Γ— Pavilion www. biquge。 ο½‰ο½Žο½†ο½

It took a few times to come and go before disappearing from Alice's body completely, a technique often used on the battlefield, especially when it was used to find the seriously wounded who were hidden...... As those who managed to escape struggle to escape from the battlefield, they will find the victors who have left standing in front of them once again.

As Alice guessed, Haim and Odin would not put too much energy on her at this time, and the gods would also have the enemies of the gods, and too much energy on Alice, who was not important to them now, was a completely unnecessary thing, which would make their enemies find more opportunities to take advantage of, and would add a lot of unnecessary risks to them.

"It's finally gone. ”

Alice breathed a sigh of relief, but before returning to Jutland, she still needed to maintain the behavior that an ordinary legend should maintain, at least profound knowledge and habits that were different from human beings, and she had no way of knowing how long the gaze would return to her after she left, all with caution in order to hide her clues.

At this time, the blizzard outside still did not stop, and the whole environment was still very dark, without the slightest light of darkness, and it seemed that this time was still a long time before dawn.

With Alice's current strength and the body she had transformed, there was no need to sleep and rest, the veins of the World Tree in her body brought her almost endless energy, and the connection with the true body of the half-plane provided her with almost infinite magical power.

Through the magic of the cave entrance, relying on the unique talent of the lich race, the girl with a face still radiant could clearly see the situation outside, facing the direction of the cave entrance, how vulnerable the forest not far away was in this blizzard.

From time to time, tall trees that have grown for decades or hundreds of years have been crushed by the snow, broken their branches, crushed their trunks, and then fell to the ground covered by snow, and the animals, birds, and insects that inhabit the trees have lost their shelter and have been killed by this blizzard in just a few minutes.

It's hard to imagine that this is just an ordinary blizzard, far less than the disaster that the Frost Giants launched a attack on the World Tree before, but even if it is just an ordinary snow disaster, if you put those guys living in the south of the main plane here, they will all be wiped out in one night, no, even those Scandinavians, in such weather, must rely on a warm environment, a fire that releases heat, plenty of food, no frozen water to survive, no power beyond legends, and in the face of the disaster, there is no difference from those destroyed trees。

And to really survive in this kind of weather, there are only a few creatures in the main plane, and the unlucky Miss Alice, at this time when she will be noticed by the gods at any time, encountered one of them, she has seen many times, but she has not really been familiar with, the [hostile] that she has really fought against.

Alice didn't expect to meet these troublesome guys here, or she didn't expect them to appear in this place, in Scandinavia, the heart of the Aesir tradition, like a ridiculous joke dripping a drop of water in an already boiling pan of oil.

The figure that appeared at the end of the field of vision made her wave her hand to extinguish the fire that provided heat and light in front of her at the first time, and hid herself in the depths of the cave, hoping that the darkness could provide her with [shelter] and [hidden], so that the other party would not find her figure, this was just a subconscious action, completely from the first reaction of ordinary legends when they met strangers in the wild.

Of course, the magic she set up at the entrance of the cave also provided her with a good hide, and it would be difficult to find the trace of the cave entrance if it were not for a hunter who was proficient in tracking, or a mage whose magic skills were not inferior to her...... After all, not every legend is as knowledgeable as Alice.

"White Bear Man...... And he is also a shaman among the white bear people...... I haven't seen it even in Atila's place......"

If the mammoths are the undisputed overlords of the snowfields and icebergs, then these very simple and cute looking white bears are the most powerful predators on the icefields.

In Alice's gaze, the five White Bear People walked out of the forest, they were not wearing the bronze armor specially assigned to the White Bear People in the Attila Army, but only wrapped in a thin layer of ordinary leather armor sewn from colorful fur, but for the White Bear People, their hair and the thick fat under the hair were enough for them to only move in such weather without worrying about being frostbitten and freezing to death, and these fats could also provide them with the necessary energy for more than ten days of exercise.

"The traces are gone here. ”

The White Bears, who are led by the White Bears, speak in a lingua franca with a thick accent, and do not have a language or script of their own, and like most races in the main plane, they use the knowledge left behind by the gods.

These white bear people should have been tracked according to the traces that Alice had walked, because of the magic barrier, the traces left by Alice on the ground were very obvious, not to mention experienced warriors and hunters, even ordinary civilians could easily track Alice's figure with that trace.

It seems that they have been following Alice, following them, because of the blizzard, the darkness, and the snow, they have only now reached this place, and have lost all traces of Alice here.

The costume of the white bear man led by Alice has never been seen before, to be precise, she did not expect that there would be such a situation on the white bear man who operates in a small family way, wearing a white cape, his face is painted with red and green colors, and he wears a headdress made of feathers, which is a thunderbird feather, and there are traces of thunder and lightning flashing on it, and this kind of dress, Alice has only seen on those orc shamans.

Because of the bloodbath of orcs, these shamans have become very rare in Atira's army, whether it is centaurs or gnolls, there is not enough physique in their bodies to make them easily become spellcasters, and no matter how much knowledge and resources are provided to them, they cannot create spellcasters in large numbers in these two races.

"I'm sorry, my lord, but I can't catch any useful information in the air. ”

One of them, the White Bear Man, crouched down and buried his face in the snow, trying to find Alice's trace from the residual smell on it, but he still failed, the White Bear Man could find the smell of prey several kilometers away, and when facing a spellcaster like Alice, there was no way to exert its effect, and Alice, who was wrapped in defensive magic, did not even emit the slightest smell.

However, Alice is not focusing on these things now, she is attracted by the title of "Lord" in the mouth of the White Bear Man, because even in the White Bear Guard Legion of Atira, they rarely call their commanders and leaders adults, and in this race that usually lives in small families, the only people who can be called adults in the main plane are Attila and a few other knights.

And now, in the Scandinavian Peninsula where the White Bear People should not appear, they have used a title that should not appear to find the [Daughter of Calamity] who thinks that their strength is far superior to them, no matter how you look at it, it is not a normal thing.

"No, you don't need to feel guilty, you've done a good job. ”

The White Bear Shaman patted the warrior on the shoulder in reassurance, his eyes looking through the snow in an attempt to find some useful information, and then he untied the totem pole behind his back and smeared the magic powder on the pillar.

In the vague spell, black shadows floated from the ground, turning into wolfdogs made of black oil, and quickly scattered in all directions, moving towards the blizzard, these black wolfdogs ran quickly on the snow as if they had no weight, and left no footprints on the snow.

These are demonic beasts from the shadow world, it is a magical plane like a shadow, and all the creatures living in it are like shadows, they are born in the shadows, have all the characteristics of shadows, and can shuttle between the shadows at will, if they are placed in the main plane, these guys will be very difficult enemies if they don't have a spellcaster to deal with, because ordinary attacks can't hit their bodies at all, let alone cause them damage.

"Is this a shaman's spell? that's really interesting...... Actually summoned the Shadow Beast so simply...... It seems that the rhinoceros people at home can learn well. ”

If the Rhino Shamans of Jutland were able to obtain the Shaman spell that summoned the Shadow Beasts, their combat effectiveness would be greatly increased, and their ability to search, scout, find, track, crack traps, and assist in combat would be greatly improved.

But Alice is not worried that these things can find their traces, these shadow beasts are not the existence of the main plane after all, and their strength has not reached the legendary level, it is undoubtedly a fool's dream to find Alice.

Of course, even if Alice is found, it is not a big deal, in such weather, a legendary lich facing a group of mortals is simply not too easy, even if it is not able to exert 100% strength because of the need to worry about the gods, it is also a crush.

"I'd be curious if it weren't for those troublesome guys......"

Alice, who was aroused by curiosity, in normal circumstances, she would like to appear directly in front of these white bears, and arrest them, from the information from their mouths, to satisfy the curiosity aroused in her heart, she is now really very curious about the identity of these white bears, why they appear here, and why they dare to dare to track and find themselves.

"But these guys should retreat before daylight falls. ”

Alice made a secret judgment, although she was not sure whether the White Bears were from Attila's army, but the White Bears would not be welcomed in all of Scandinavia, and if they dared to swagger like this during the day, they would face the encirclement of the Druids and berserkers.

In this peninsula, the fish in the water, the birds in the sky, the animals on the ground, the insects in the ground, and the trees in the forest will become the best eyes and ears and scouts of the druids, who will inform the druids of all perceived anomalies, and even join the battlefield themselves when necessary to help the druids in battle.

And the druids who live in this land are extremely disgusted with Attila, and they will not give a good eye to the race that serves Attila, in the two Scandinavian defensive battles, almost every family has a life left in that land forever, if they are caught, they will definitely be used as sacrifices by Odin's sacrifices.

The black wolfhounds soon reappeared from the blizzard, but there were two fewer of them, and the remaining ones were also reduced in size, with a languishing look on their faces, and it was clear that they had encountered enemies that were not friendly at all, and that they had the power to hurt them.

"Is there a situation!?"

The White Bear Shaman said with a serious face, these White Bear People are not those fledgling rookies, judging from the scars on their bodies and the way they walk, the eyes that keep scanning the surroundings, and the situation that vaguely blocks all routes that can attack the shaman, in addition to being experienced, they have also received education in orthodox combat.

The White Bear warriors had already taken out their weapons and stood in a circle around him, and with the brilliance of magic, in just a few seconds, the shaman had attached three kinds of magic to these warriors for fighting, and with the blessing of such magic, the White Bears of this squad could defeat enemies who were several times stronger than them.

For example, the one that appeared in front of them right now...... A white dragon in a state of rage!