Blizzard is not only a natural phenomenon, but also the name of a spell. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In Monia's previous game, when spells were highly developed, the spell was classified as Wide Area Weather Interference, but after her initial surprise, she noticed that the spells used by the Archmage who invaded the Elven Forest were not exactly the same as the famous spells in her previous life, but were similar in effect - they were all area-of-effect spells, and they all used extreme cold enough to freeze everything to hit the enemy - and under this severe cold, no living creature could escape the frozen fate.

Monia is no exception, and the hidden power of her bloodline can help her fight the cold climate to a certain extent, but it can't make her ignore the lower and lower temperatures. To make matters worse, she had only one piece of clothing other than the cloak she was accustomed to wearing—not that she liked to dress coolly, but because the Elven Forest was located in the southwest of the continent, and even though it was a withering moon, the climate was still warm and pleasant—but in any case, in a world of snow and ice, wearing such thin clothing was tantamount to killing herself.

Gradually, the cold invaded her.

At this time, the mage had already opened his invisible shield to block the wind and snow. It's just that the tangible and qualitative wind and snow can be blocked, but the invisible and qualitative low temperature threatens her all the time - only a few dozen breaths have passed, and she has already felt a biting chill eroding her lungs. She had no doubt that as time passed, the temperature within the barrier would get lower and lower, until it finally froze everything.

But she had to be able to survive until that time, Monia smiled bitterly, although she had never set foot in the tundra wasteland of the Northland, but in the decades she had lived in Lorendan, she had more or less understood what the living conditions were like in the north of the continent - it was a complete death, and except for the month of recovery, there was basically no life in sight for a year. Even a strong race as strong as the orcs has not recovered for thousands of years since they were banished to the Northlands.

And the blizzard summoned by the archmage is obviously the blizzard of the Northland - when the frost moon comes, the wind howls, and there is only a vast expanse between heaven and earth, there is no light, no heat, and no life, some are just cold deaths - it is a veritable forbidden area of death, not limited to the Northlanders, even the strongest warriors among the orcs, in the never-ending wind and snow, will fall into despair, little by little lonely and helpless death.

Even though the mage's spells are still far behind the natural powers, it is no longer the first era of mages who are free from the world, the seeds of strife have been planted, and spells are often created not to serve life, but to hurt - the wind and snow that rage against this background are destined to bring a cold that can take people's lives.

Monia had been mentally prepared for this, but she was still helpless.

-- For the ubiquitous cold, she has no escape, no escape, all she can do is face it.

In fact, flames are the best way to resist the cold, but in this situation, she doesn't dare to summon flames on a large scale, and obtain a small amount of light and heat through the light of the dancing fire.

-- Because that's exactly what the other person wants.

Once a wide range of summoning flames, her whereabouts will inevitably be impossible to conceal, and at that time, what awaits her is destined to be the thunderous blow of the archmage.

There is no chance of being spared.

So all she could do was endure, endure the looming cold, and the despair that was growing.

Waiting for hope to come.

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Could it be that my inference is wrong?

The archmage was holding on to the blizzard while doubting himself. Although his wisdom told him that this suspicion was unreasonable, and that his previous inference was perfectly reasonable, but he had not made the progress he should have, which inevitably gave him the illusion that his previous judgment had been missed.

Is it really a delusion, though?

His expression froze, and then he wanted to laugh but couldn't—he was now so self-doubting that even his own sanity was affected, though in large part because he had spent too much time in the Ancient Tree of Knowledge, and the master of the Elven Forest could be there to deal him a fatal blow at any time. But it was undeniable that this mid-level mage, who was ignored by him at first, put a lot of pressure on him.

Is...... His expression turned hideous, shame!

Even if he is a relatively indisputable mage, even if he has not experienced many battles, as an archmage, as the top combat power on the continent of Aarons, he still has the glory and pride of standing on the top of the world. This glory and pride, which is deeply rooted in the heart, cannot be desecrated.

For this, she must die!

And the sooner he died, the better, he didn't have much time to delay now. After killing the young elven mage, he had to find Yggdrasil's spell codex, and he had to leave as quietly as he could, lurking once more to complete the commission, the one that terrified him.

The Archmage's anger at the thought of that commission was as if he had been poured with cold water - if it weren't for the fact that the client was his best friend, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't refuse, he really didn't want to accept this commission, he really didn't want to have anything to do with that kind of hoodoo.

Yes, hoodoo.

In his hundreds of years of life, he had never heard of such a bad thing. He would not admit that at the first sight of that little darkness, his first reaction was not to study it, but to distance himself from it, or even to run away from it—he himself could not believe it, and what he felt at that time was ...... Fear, which has not been in my heart for a hundred years, is the great terror between life and death.

That...... What is it?

He was curious, but didn't dare to think about it.

For the first time, he encountered something as curious as he dared not think about it. When he realized this, he felt not incredulous, but a deep fear. He didn't want to recall, if he had to describe it...... Like a mouse seeing a cat, he suddenly saw his own ...... Natural enemies.

Yes, the natural enemy, not just his natural enemy, but the natural enemy of this world.

Natural enemies, natural enemies. The archmage could not understand how such a thing as the world could have natural enemies, and although his intuition had always warned him to stay away from this commission, away from this darkness, he had always followed his instincts. However, this time, he really couldn't let go, he couldn't let go of **, he couldn't let go of the safety of his best friend, for the first time, he went against his instincts and violated the admonition of the ether.

But he has no regrets.

There was nothing to regret, he couldn't let go of Yggdrasil's codex, he couldn't refuse his best friend's request, so all he had to do was accept it. Even though he knew that he would probably face unimaginable dangers if he chose to accept it, and it was likely that he would deviate from the path of the Aether, he had no choice, he had not left himself a choice.

"Really, why did you get distracted in battle...... "The archmage who came to his senses from his memories shook his head with a wry smile, and sighed half self-deprecatingly, "Sure enough, I am a school mage, and even a mid-level mage can entangle my school mage, and this kind of thing is not suitable for me at all." ”

After a moment of silence, he came to a conclusion in words as cold as a blizzard.

"But...... There is no need for people to know about this kind of ugly thing. ”

Wind and snow raged.

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The snow was white, the cold wind was howling, and the world within the barrier had turned into a land of ice and snow.

Cold?

Perhaps.

Monia couldn't feel the cold now, the only thing she could feel was numbness—numbness from loss of senses, numbness from loss of consciousness—her limbs became stiffer and stiffer under the attack of the low temperature, her reflexes became more and more sluggish, and before she knew it, she slipped little by little into the abyss of death.

She didn't want to die.

At least I don't want to die an aggrieved death like this, at least I have to stand and fall like a real warrior.

But she had no choice, and more than once, she had thought of responding to the cry with roaring flames while she still had the strength of a battle, but in the end she gave up, her sanity was always superior to impulsive emotion.

- After all, there is hope.

Curled up, Monia leaned against the edge of the bookshelf.

- For the sake of hope, she must wait, she must endure.

Endure the cold, endure loneliness, endure loneliness...... And, she raised her head, looked at the faint flame on the palm of her hand with a little confusion, her eyes gradually brightened, and she never gave up her insistence on hope.

"yes, hope."

Monia muttered to herself, looking at the raging wind and snow in front of her, I don't know if it was an illusion, in a trance, she seemed to see the light.

Cut open the canopy of the sky and cut through the ...... of the wind and snow

The light of hope.

ps: The state is not good, there are only more than 2,800 words, it's all the fault of the collapse, I want to vomit when I brush it every day, sure enough, I've never been the emperor of perseverance.

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