The Tanggula Mountains are located at the northern edge of the northern Xinjiang grassland, running east-west, stretching for nearly 4,000 kilometers, with an average width of about 600 kilometers from north to south, traversing most of the grassland.

Although many of the peaks in the Tanggula Mountains are covered with ice and snow all year round, below the snow line of 3,000 meters, especially in the spring season, what catches the eye is a scene of mountains and mountains, lush greenery, deep forests, grasslands, and many kinds of magical beasts thrive.

The distribution of vegetation in the northern and southern foothills of Tanggula Mountain is very different.

In contrast, the northern foothills of Tanggula Mountain are denser with forests, while the southern foothills are more mountainous meadows. This is mainly due to the fact that the northern foot of Tanggula Mountain is close to the North Sea, and is affected by the North Sea vapor, the annual precipitation is abundant, so it is suitable for forest growth, while the southern foot is located on the leeward slope, the annual precipitation is less, and it is a sunny slope, and the evaporation is large, resulting in insufficient water, so there are many meadows.

The Tanggula Mountains are not only rich in flora and fauna, but also rich in water resources, with many streams and lakes scattered throughout the mountains, and several famous rivers flowing through the continent, all of which originate from various glaciers in the depths of the Tanggula Mountains.

The early summer months of July and August are the most beautiful time of the year in the Tanggula Mountains. The pure water, the reflection of the snow-capped mountains, the herds of magical beasts, and the wild flowers all over the mountains constitute an incomparably magnificent picture, fully showing the wild and charming side of the Tanggula Mountains.

However, in winter, the Tanggula Mountains present a completely different scene. It no longer has a rich and colorful color, and some are just the same snow white.

At this moment, heavy snow enveloped the Tanggula Mountains.

The bitter cold wind whistled large flakes of snowflakes and whistled into the earth. The sky was overcast, as if it were about to fall.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier.

This is a wide platform carved out by manpower on the top of the snow peak. In the center of the platform, which is covered with ice crystals, is an ice coffin made of transparent ice that emits a soft rainbow light. In the colorful ice coffin, there is a graceful and beautiful woman in white. The woman had a delicate face, pointed ears, and a snow-white tail exposed behind her, and looked like a woman from the Orc Fawkes. I saw the woman with her hands folded on her chest, her eyes closed, and her expression was peaceful and quiet, as if she was asleep.

An elven man dressed in colorful silk stood silently in front of the ice coffin, letting the wind and snow flakes blow on him, as if unconscious. He just stood motionless like a sculpture, looking at the woman in the ice coffin stupidly, and he didn't know how much time had passed.

The goose-feathered snow soon covered the elven man's body, turning him into a snowman.

As day and night turned on, and the snow was up to his knees, the elven man finally moved.

He slowly stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the face of the woman in the ice coffin, but the lid of the coffin made of Sensen's cold ice ruthlessly blocked him. In the end, his hand only fell on the lid of the coffin. That beautiful face, although close at hand, is far away.

In the wind and snow, there was a low call from an elven man with a hint of sadness.

"Elizabeth ......"

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Mount Zagaroni, located at the eastern end of the Tanggula Mountains, is part of the natural west-to-east stretch of the Tanggula Mountains.

The most typical feature of Zagaroni Mountain is that there are thousands of peaks, cliffs stand out, and strange peaks rise from the ground.

In winter, the towering peaks are covered with snow, and from a distance, the shining snow-capped peaks are not only majestic and magnificent, but also give people a solemn and mysterious feeling.

In the Zagaroni Mountains, due to the harsh environment, apart from a few orc tribe mountain people, there are no other intelligent races living here. And the rest of the mountain dwellers who live next to these orc tribes are those vicious monsters.

In the season of heavy snowfall, not to mention that no outsiders will set foot on Zagaroni Mountain, even the demonic beasts that have always been active in the mountains are rarely seen, and in the snow, occasionally see a lone wolf wandering, howling alone in the air in the terrible north wind.

However, this winter is different.

This winter, the snow suddenly became lively on Zagaroni Mountain, and the peace in Zagaroni Mountain was shattered as thousands of mercenaries with dreams of slaying dragons suddenly poured in.

The mercenaries searched mountain after peak, trying to find the hiding place of the injured green dragon, but how easy was it to find a green dragon in the vast mountains? Seven days had passed, and although the mercenaries still had no news about the green dragon, because they had disturbed many hibernating demonic beasts in the process of searching the mountains, hundreds of fierce battles had broken out between the mercenaries and the demonic beasts that inhabited the place. As a result, some mercenaries have obtained a lot of precious Warcraft crystal nuclei and furs, which can be regarded as a lot of benefits. But many more mercenaries died in the Zagaroni Mountains before they even saw a single green dragon scale.

The orc tribesmen of the Zagaroni Mountains immediately raised their vigilance when they faced these uninvited guests armed to the teeth who suddenly broke in from outside the mountain. As for those mercenaries, although they are used to acting arrogantly and domineeringly, they also know that these half-orc mountain people who have been fighting for living space with demonic beasts in the deep mountains and old forests for many years are not easy to mess with. Although these orc mountain people are not proficient in martial arts, they are not to be underestimated in the fierce environment. This dragon slaying is a top priority, and there is no way to oppress these orc mountain people and cause a fuss in vain. Therefore, the two sides maintained a tacit understanding that the well water would not interfere with the river water, and they were generally safe. Some business-minded mercenaries even started a business with the orc mountain people, exchanging the wine and food brought in from the mountain for the monster crystal nucleus and fur from the orc mountain people. You must know that the half-orc mountain people have lived here for generations, and after hunting the monsters, there are a lot of stocks such as the crystal nuclei and furs of the monsters accumulated in the family. Although they are basically the crystal nuclei and fur of some low-level demonic beasts, they can still be sold at a good price in the towns outside the mountains, and the simple half-orc mountain people are really not business materials, and they have been ruthlessly pitted by those mercenaries who have turned into profiteers in terms of price, so many mercenaries have really made a fortune this time and made a lot of money.

On the eighth day, a team of more than 100 mercenaries, led by a half-orc mountaineer, arrived at the foot of one of the steepest and steepest snowy peaks in the Zagaroni Mountains.

The name of this snow-capped peak is 'Zanmodaya', which means 'female mountain god' in the orc language. The mercenaries stood at the foot of the snow peak, looked up, and saw the straight and straight snow peak

Cloudy sky, with no end in sight.

"Baru, this is the mountain you are talking about, both on and below the snow line, the snow does not melt all year round, and in the summer, when the sun is blazing, the peak even shines with dazzling colors?" asked a bearded, tomahawk-carrying dwarf man to the orc mountain dwellers.

"Yes...... Yes, mercenary lord. The half-orc mountain folk Balu stumbled in the continental lingua franca, obviously, because he had lived deep in the mountains for a long time and had too little contact with the outside of the mountains, this half-orc mountain folk was not very proficient in the continental lingua franca.

"Here, this is the agreed reward for leading the way!" the big dwarven man reached out and untied a pot of rye spirits tied to his waist, and tossed it to the orc mountain man Baru. Balu was overjoyed and took the flask, and couldn't help but salivate wildly in his mouth, this is the best wine brewed by the top winemakers of the dwarf tribe in the world of flowers and flowers outside the mountains, the half-orc tribes in the mountains have always been good wine, but they drink their own rough and bad wine, for rye spirits such a good wine, can only be known for a long time. Balu remembers that his next-door neighbor, Gagarin, had been out on a trip to the mountains two years earlier and had returned with such a pot of rye spirits. At that time, Gagarin regarded the pot of rye spirits as if it were a treasure, not to mention giving it to his neighbors to drink a little, to taste it, and not even to show it to the neighbors, so that the neighbors could not see what color the wine was, but only knew that he hid alone at home and poured himself a drink, for fear that the neighbors would see it and ask him for a thing or two. Balu still remembers that when the rich smell of wine in Gagarin's house wafted into the courtyard of his house, he did not make him half hungry, and he was so angry that he scolded Gagarin in his heart for being a stingy person.

Well, it seems that the pot of rye spirits in Gagarin's hand at that time was only half the size of the kettle in his hand now, and this time he went back, but he had to take care of Gagarin, Balu held the jug in his hand, and thought to himself.

Just as Balu was about to turn around and go home to have a good taste of this rye spirit, he seemed to remember something, suddenly slammed his feet, turned his head, and kindly reminded the dwarf man beside him: "Mercenary master, there is really a female mountain god on this snow peak. Legend has it that a long time ago, there was a strong warrior in the mountain, Shakel, who had climbed to the top of this snowy peak, but when he returned to his tribe, he went crazy and kept muttering "peaks, ice cubes, women" or something, and everyone guessed that he had met the female mountain god after climbing the top of the snowy peak, and the female mountain god was annoyed that he had climbed the snow peak without permission and offended the divine power, so he was punished by him. If you want to climb this snowy peak, I advise you to dispel this idea, so as not to anger the female mountain god!"

The dwarf man frowned and said, "The orcs in your mountains all call this snow peak 'Zanmodaya', is this because of this?"

"Yes," Baru nodded.

At this time, a human swordsman beside the dwarf man spoke, "Hmph, our 'Rinfeng' mercenary group has been walking the continent for many years, traveling south and north, and we have never seen any strange things? But I really haven't seen this true god show miracles!

The dwarf man waved his hand at Balu and said, "You go, you don't have to worry about the rest of the matter!"

Seeing that the mercenaries did not listen to the advice, Balu shook his head and turned to leave.