The wind of the mountain pass roared like a dragon, giving vent to its mad power to everything it could touch, and the snowflakes flew in the air like torn cotton wool, falling in all directions without purpose, and as time passed, the snowflakes fell more and more, and the white sky was covered in the sky.

López rested for a moment against the still warm corpse behind him, he wasn't feeling very good now, because he knew clearly that the bone in his left hand had cracked.

But at this time, he couldn't care about so much, just smashed the bag briefly, then stood up and withdrew the long sword, then pulled out the dagger at his waist, raised the knife in his hand, and quickly cut the skin of the polar bear.

The howling north wind staggered the thin-looking López, but the movement of his hands did not stop, and after a while, he completely peeled off the skin of the polar bear.

He used to survive on this kind of work, but this time the skin of the polar bear was secondary, and what he needed most was the meat of the polar bear, which could be used as his ration for several days.

With a flick of his hand, the skin of the polar bear was thrown aside by López, it seems that this time, he is not going to take the bear skin back and see if he can buy it for a good price.

Because of the limited capacity of the backpack, he also wanted to pack a few more pieces of meat, and the withering snowflakes beside him gave him some bad premonitions.

However, judging from the results, López didn't carry much bear meat, probably only half a backpack.

The snowflakes were still drifting and the temperature was starting to drop, so López pulled on his cloak and tried to wrap himself tighter.

The sky was getting darker, the cold wind was constantly lapping López's cheeks, he knew very well that this was a precursor to a blizzard, the Amelia snow had begun to become more and more dangerous, he had to speed up, and he had to get to the cabin before the blizzard came.

Thinking like this, López took out the two maps in his bag to roughly confirm where he was and how to move forward, and then acted without hesitation.

However, the speed of moving forward was still not ideal, mainly because the snow was too thick, and he could not move quickly when he stepped on a pit, and there was still some distance from the wooden house, so he walked silently.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the sound of the cold wind was getting harsher and harsher, as if a violent storm was about to come in the next moment.

The weather in the Amelia snow is always like this, except that snow is the norm, no weather can be trusted, maybe one second the sun is high, the next second is a blizzard.

Gradually, the snow began to grow heavier, and the biting cold wind carried large flakes of snow against López's thin body, and the blizzard fell on the Amelia snow with a strong attitude.

The white snowflakes were constantly fluttering in the wind, greatly blocking López's vision, and he could only see the distance less than three meters in front of him at most, and he understood that this time it might be more than lucky, and no one could resist the forces of nature.

The manic wind held him back, causing him to exert more physical strength with each step he took, and the temperature became lower and lower, making it difficult for even the heavy cloak to keep the cold out.

However, he was still far from the cabin, and because of the fight with the polar bear, he had little strength left, and his feet gradually became a little weak, and his steps seemed to be a little staggering, as if he was going to fall directly.

But he didn't want to, he couldn't just fall into the cold snow so easily, it was too early to give up, even if he was weak and pitiful, even if he was not worth mentioning at all, but even so, what he loved was still in the agreed place, waiting for him.

Therefore, he could not fall down so easily, with this weak belief, López's spirit dominated the already numb body to keep moving forward.

The cold wind is still whistling in his ears, and the blizzard is constantly slapping on his body, maybe López can't see the possibility of living at all now, but the hope and light in his heart are still there.

Aya's playful smile slowly appeared in front of her.

Sure enough, it's beautiful.

Even the cold and holy ice and snow are not as beautiful as yours.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and the last strength in his body seemed to be drained, and he fell silently in the snow.

Fengxue didn't sympathize with him, and was still frolicking on his own.

The Forest of Life and the Amelia Snow are like two extremes.

One season is full of life, another season is white, but most of the time it is very beautiful.

At this time, Aya was standing on the sidelines and watching Ilul send blessings to the border soldiers who had returned to the Forest of Life, led by Auston, to participate in the rite of passage.

But Auston's eyes, which had been clinging to her and seemed to want to embrace her immediately, made her unusually uncomfortable.

Aya had never had a good impression of him, and if she had to say one feeling, it would be disgust.

In fact, she has always been kind to people, even if Alston is everywhere and causing trouble, she does not have too much disgust.

Of course, to be precise, she didn't pay much attention, and the main reason why she had this opinion of Auston was because she suspected that Auston had killed the elves with her own hands.

Although in the end, because of the intervention of many parties and many considerations, Auston was able to get out perfectly, she still deeply doubted Auston.

And then being sent to the border to avoid the limelight only deepened her suspicions.

This time Aya was forcibly brought in by Ilul, and in fact, she felt a little disgusted to even look at Auston more.

After the whole boring ceremony was completed, Auston hurriedly walked towards Aya, bowed slightly, and looked quite personable: "Long time no see, my beautiful Aya." ”

This kind of words made Aya's face crawl with blatant disgust, and she was about to say something, but her heart suddenly tightened, and it seemed that even breathing became a little difficult, and the next moment a tear slipped down her cheek silently.

"Aya, what's wrong with you?" Ilul was the first to notice Aya's anomaly, and then asked anxiously.

But Aya just stood stunned, without any response, tears were constantly flowing, and her hands were tightly protected on her chest.

This made Ilul start to worry more and more, she hurriedly stepped forward, pushed away Auston who was in front of her, and then raised her hands and pinched Aya's shoulders, shaking her constantly, and her mouth kept shouting, "Aya, Aya?"

"I'm fine, Your Highness Princess, just rest for a while. Aya muttered softly, then glanced up at Ilul, and quickly turned away.

At that moment, Ilul felt the bottomless sadness and deep worry in Aya's eyes.

Turning her head to look at Aya's back as she left in a hurry, Ilul was a little shocked, it was the first time she had seen Aya so flustered after being together for so long.

After a few simple explanations, Ilul quickly followed, she couldn't let Aya go.