The Tien Shan Mountains stretch from the north of Salt Lake City to the northeast for hundreds of kilometers and are nearly 100 kilometers wide, and the peaks here are a little shorter than the Icecrown Mountains, but the steepness and complexity of the terrain far exceed those of the Icecrowns.

The mountain range is lined with peaks and valleys, and the coniferous forests in the mountains come alive every spring and summer when the snow melts, and when the snow falls, the wild animals struggle for their survival.

Dozens of kilometers away from the main peak of the Tianshan Mountains, there is a mountain lake called Snow Wolf Lake, which is named because the snow wolf often comes to drink.

In spring and summer, the turquoise waters of the lake reflect the surrounding green woods and snow-capped peaks in the distance, and the plump fish leap out of the water from time to time.

On the top of a hill on the shore of Snow Wolf Lake stands a house, and the orcs do not know when this beautiful house with white walls and red roof was built, and legend has it that this house suddenly appeared one day.

On the edge of the snow-covered roof, a faint green smoke was rising from the chimney.

In the living room of the house, the fire in the fireplace is blazing, making the living room warm like spring.

On the shelf in front of the fireplace door were skewers of roasted meat, and grease was coming out of the meat with a gentle squeak.

On the soft and comfortable recliner, a fat man of more than 200 pounds was lying lazily reading a book, and a flaming red tail hung out through the hole in the chaise longue.

The old fox man on the recliner flipped through the books in his hand and hummed a tune or two from time to time.

A few knocks broke the silence in the living room, and the old fox man put the book on the coffee table beside him, sighed, and then shook his head and walked towards the door.

Opening the thick door, Lao Zang found that there was nothing outside the door except wind and snow.

Lao Zang looked around suspiciously, and there was no trace of any visitor outside.

"Could it be that I'm dreaming?" Lao Zang scratched his head suspiciously, lying in front of the warm fireplace in winter drinking wine and reading a book is indeed easy to fall asleep, sometimes the dream I have when I fall asleep is like lying down and reading.

After making sure that there was no one outside, Lao Zang closed the door and went back to the living room, and when he lay back on the chaise longue, the tail nimbly burrowed into the hole.

He picked up "The Wealth of Nations" on the coffee table and continued to read it carefully, and after turning two pages, he picked up the small wine bottle on the coffee table and took a small sip.

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Lao Zang squirted out everything he had drunk with a "poof", he sniffed the small wine bottle, and found that the good wine inside had turned into a sour vinegar.

He looked around, and suddenly found that the kebabs in front of the fireplace were gone.

"There are thieves!" Lao Zang immediately jumped up from the recliner, and with a wave of his hand, a machete hanging on the wall flew into his hand.

With the machete in hand, the originally lazy old Tibetan instantly became murderous, and even the flames in the fireplace shook a few times.

Next, Lao Zang checked every room in the house, but there was not the slightest clue.

The next day, it was still snowing.

In the evening, a hurried knock on the door suddenly sounded, and Lao Zang, who was about to have dinner, was startled, and hurriedly rushed to the gate, and when he opened the door, he found that there was no half a figure like yesterday.

Seeing this, Lao Zang turned around and rushed back to the restaurant without even closing the door, and found that the potato stew on the table was still there.

Relieved, Lao Zang hurriedly went back and closed the door, the wind outside blew in, and the temperature in the room dropped a lot at once.

It's just that when he returned, he found that the pot with the stew was clean as if it had been licked.

A strong murderous aura and spiritual power suddenly burst out from Lao Zang's body, and after a while, he shouted loudly: "Come out, I found you!"

A minute later, he shouted again, "You can't hide my little tricks!

Ten minutes later, Lao Zang's face fell, and the bluff had no effect.

On the evening of the fifth day, Lao Tibetan stirred the potatoes in the pot with a spoon and stewed wild boar.

This wild boar was hunted by him yesterday, and today he chose the little fat left on the wild boar and stewed it with potatoes, and in order to rejoice, he also put a little extremely precious spice, which he has been getting back for several years, and rarely takes it out.

The day before yesterday, he poisoned the stew, and then the pot of stew, as the day before, disappeared after the knock on the door.

Yesterday, he continued to poison the stew, and then that day there was no knock on the door, and the stew was all the while.

Later, Lao Zang searched around with a machete on his back, but found no suspicious place, and hit a wild boar by the way.

The potato stew of wild boar meat is ready, and a lot of fat oozes from the fat and thin wild boar, which seeps into the potato chunks.

Before eating, Lao Zang hummed a little song and opened the wine cabinet, took a bottle of good wine out and prepared to have a drink.

The fragrant stew and wine and the trick-or-treater were dealt with, which made Lao Zang have an appetite greatly.

It's just that halfway through eating, he realizes that something is wrong with his body, and his whole body begins to numb, which is obviously a symptom of the poison poisoning he took that day.

Before Lao Zang could stand up to find the antidote, he collapsed on the table with all his body weak.

Fortunately, his strength was high, the poisoning was not deep, and his body recovered after lying on his stomach for half an hour.

As soon as his body recovered, he immediately rushed back to the room, put on outdoor clothes at an unprecedented speed, and then ran out of the house without looking back.

The cunning fox also had several hiding places, and he lived in a cave a few kilometers away.

At this time in the house, Charles appeared in the study, taking down a book from time to time and flipping through it.

The study room is not small, and the shelves are full of all kinds of books.

"Tut-tut......" Charles shook his head, "It's actually the Spring Palace Album, or the Orc's ......"

"Tut-tut...... Even unpopular CPs like dwarves × goblins have ......"

"I'll it, it's still a series of books......"

"Confiscate! must confiscate!!"

After putting a few books into the storage ring, Charles continued to dig through the shelves.

"Huh?" Charles found that there was a book written by the same surname as himself, and he took a closer look and found that it was a book written by his great-great-grandfather, called "The Rose Wall".

He flipped through a few pages and found that the book was a book that taught people how to write love poems, so he was embarrassed to put the book in the storage ring.

Charles just flipped through the pages all the way, and he accepted the books he was interested in, anyway, he paid for them many years ago, but at that time, Lao Zang took a book with only words on the cover and gave it to him, and lied to him that this book recorded magic and martial arts that made people stronger.