I don't have a clue where to go or what to do in the future, so let's enjoy the scenery along the way

Loria walked slowly on the forest road alone, the snow had covered a qiē, her eyes were all white, the tall silver pines were bent by the snow, and condensed into an ice shell, and the cedars were no longer moved by the howling of the wind, but everywhere they were the same.

The narrow forest on the west coast could not be walked in a day, and the ruins of camps, large and small, could often be seen along the roadside, so Loria found a leeward place, spread her cloak on the ground, and sat down to rest.

Miss Loria would never admit that she had begun to miss the soft pillows and the hot quilts.

She was not afraid of the cold, and she wore a cloak just to not be shocking - if she saw a girl in a short skirt and blouse in the cold winter forest, normal people would probably be afraid, and the occasional cloudy sky and dark night could not hinder her vision, and as a frost mage, ice and snow were her most powerful ally, and the beasts of the forest could not hurt her in the slightest.

Loria originally thought that she had a slightly special physique and could conquer nature, but now she realized how naïve she was, because the wind was too strong, and she would often be blown away when she walked!

Her fluttering weight was a hard wound, which was why no matter how strong she was or how flexible her body was, she couldn't rush into battle with the enemy like a warrior or a thief.

If you're not careful, you'll be knocked off when you block.

Loria patted her cheek and took a sip of the bottled juice, although there were many troubles in this cold weather, but since she could freeze the water, she naturally had a way to thaw the ice. Stop thinking about those troubles, she reassured herself, isn't it interesting to be in such a situation of independence in the world?

Self-consolation seemed to work, and as a powerful magician for all sorts of messy reasons, she could watch the snow fall from the sky if she wanted to. She can even keep herself from a single snowflake, and as long as she is careful not to fall down in the wind, she can watch the wolf hunt down the rabbit that has woken up from hibernation due to starvation.

When Loria drank all the juice in the glass bottle, the wind and snow had subsided, and she took out her pocket watch to look at the time, it was almost evening, but the sky was gloomy, and it made people feel that time was wrong, and she was in the dawn. Loria noticed a convoy coming to a halt, and not wanting to have anything to do with them, picked up her cloak from the ground and quietly retreated into the forest.

After a few hours of sleep at dusk, when she woke up again and got out of the small tent packed with snow, the snow had completely stopped, and the white moon Elune was spreading her light in the middle of the sky, and the weather was so nice tonight.

Loria stood lightly on the top of the tree. It didn't even crush the snow that covered it, and the view tonight was surprisingly good. And there were no trees taller than where she stood, which allowed her to see far away.

Under the bright moonlight, above the quiet forest, she stood there, quietly enjoying the rare serene scenery.

Hetty Aberdeen woke up from her nightmare, breathing heavily. With a violent cough, she wiped the sweat from her forehead with her left hand, and after a while, someone outside the tent whispered her name.

"Come in. ”

Hetty hid his overly slender, misshapen right arm behind her. Blocking it with a scarf, she adjusted it uncomfortably, trying to cover her arms completely, and just as she was finishing the action, her brother walked into the tent, and there was still a layer of snow on the hood, and he seemed to have been waiting outside for a long time.

"Didn't you sleep?"

The girl's voice was definitely not gentle, it didn't look like she was talking to her relatives at all, if she wasn't angry about it, she hated the person in front of her.

Her brother didn't care about his sister's bad attitude at all, but smiled gently and explained his behavior: "I'm always a little worried, so I have to get up and walk around, and I hear that you seem to have a nightmare."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted, Hetty's face was full of impatience, his chest rose and fell sharply, and he coughed again, "No, go away, get out!"

Enoch frowned, but soon relented, thinking that Hetty's recent behavior had become more and more perverse, even if he pitied his sister, who was born with a cripple, he couldn't always let her calmly, suppressing the resentment in his heart, and he put a gentle smile on his face again, but this angered Hetty, who cried out, 'I don't need your pity!', and even forgot to hide her misshapen arm in her excitement.

Hetty noticed that Enoch was staring straight at her arm, and suddenly stopped making noise, she felt a burst of breathlessness, and she didn't even feel angry, and hid her arm secretly, but felt grief for no reason, and finally cried silently.

Noticing his rudeness, Enoch wanted to apologize but couldn't speak, their family was a little special, her parents had hated her disabled sister since she was a child, hid her in the depths of the house, and didn't even want to admit that she was their daughter, as if Hetty's misfortune was an unbearable shame, and every time she thought of the torture she had suffered in her childhood, Enoch couldn't bear to blame her for her strange personality.

Silent cries and awkward entanglements spread the silence, and after an unknown amount of time, Enoch suddenly became alert.

"What sound?"

He muttered softly to himself.

Hetty wanted to satirize his paranoia, but she soon noticed something unusual—someone was quietly walking in the snow.

Repetitive, repetitive scripts, when will they stop?

Can't you change some new tricks?

It took Loria a moment to figure out what was happening in the distance, first she saw the campsite of the group that had arrived in the evening, and then she saw a few black-skinned orcs sneaking up on the edge of the camp and hadn't the orcs already been locked up in the shelter.

She thought it was some trash fish leaked by the human army and was planning to attack the humans, but she saw the orcs and the humans who came out of the camp talking, which made Loria, who was hesitant to jump off the tree and kill all the orcs, almost missed a kick.

When did the relationship between humans and orcs become so good?

Shouldn't two races who have just experienced a tragic war fight to the death when they meet?

It wasn't until the combination of humans and orcs attacked the rest of the sleeping people that Loria finally understood the old story.

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