Three hundred miles northeast of Boeing Blue, the main peak of the Misty Mountains, Vijovis.

In the language of the Misty Mountain Tribe, Vijovis is the honorific title of the mountain god, which ostensibly means "inviolable domain". This is the northernmost point of the continent, shrouded in freezing and snow all year round, and only apex predators like the ice bear would make the mountainside of Mount Vijoves their territory. At the same time, it is also a holy place and training ground for the Misty Mountain tribe; The respected old man has to bow at the foot of the mountain for a day and a night before he will be blessed by the mountain god and become a sacrifice; The sturdy warriors of the Misty Mountains had to climb Mount Vioves and survive for a week on the mountainside before they were eligible to wear heavy armor engraved with the claw prints of the ice bear. But neither beasts nor warriors have attempted to reach the summit of Vijovies for hundreds of years. Because the mountainside is always howling endlessly, and there are sharp ice ballast in the wind, as if it is the sharp teeth of demons, even the ice bear with rough skin and thick flesh cannot withstand the fierce bite of the storm. The elders of the tribe spread by word of mouth that it was the crown that Vijovis had forged for himself with the extreme cold.

"It's been a long time since I've been here." The middle-aged man in a single coat spit out a mouthful of white mist melancholy, which didn't take long before it formed ice particles, and was swept up by the cold wind and smashed back into his face. The huge shadow of the ice bear could be faintly seen in the wind and snow, but they kept a distance from the middle-aged man intentionally or unintentionally, as if they were afraid of something and did not dare to step forward.

"Strangers trespassing on our holy places, explain your intentions." The deep voice pierced through the wind and snow, and the middle-aged man turned his head to find a burly man standing not far behind him. In such a cold environment, he was naked, and the blade-like wind roared around him, but he stood majestically in the knee-deep snow, his eyes blazing like torches. At this moment, the two sides saw each other's faces clearly, and the middle-aged man's eyes flashed with a hint of abruptness, while the man frowned.

"Go visit an elder." The middle-aged man untied the flask from his waist and shook it at the man, "And I've already walked out." Below the mountainside is your holy place, and beyond that," he paused, smirking sarcastically, "not the Extraordinary Domain. If you want to try to challenge the Misty Mountain tribe's thunder pool for hundreds of years, you can go forward and come up to me and drag me down. ”

The man was silent, standing motionless. The middle-aged man grinned, his smile flying and domineering, but silent. He turned, foot deep and shallow, toward the top of the mountain, and gradually disappeared into the heavy blizzard.

Several sturdy ice bears came up behind the man and bowed their heads meekly. The man gently stroked the heads of these beasts, and his gaze was gloomy: "Araric the Noisy ......"

The sun was shining on the summits of Vijoves, the ice crystals were crystal clear in the direct sunlight, and the white clouds of giant beasts were surging slowly in the distance. There is a white lynx perched on a rock covered with ice and snow, like a statue that has become one with the rock. But under the fur, its muscles bulge into graceful lines, as if it may burst down at any moment. The extremes of stillness and movement are perfectly combined in this bobcat. In the sunlight, the bobcat shines brightly, and just staring at this image makes people feel the urge to bow and worship.

A white humanoid figure jumped onto the top of the mountain, instantly destroying the majestic and sacred beauty. The lynx turned its head alertly, and saw the man shake off the snow, and then smacked vigorously: "This road is still as disgusting as ever!" ”

The lynx looked at this uninvited guest who broke into its territory with unkind eyes, but the person who came did not have the slightest consciousness of being exposed to the eyes of the beast, and even untied the wine jug and poured it for himself: "The old man still hides this kind of good wine, he is reluctant to drink it, and he doesn't let his son drink it, but when he gives it away, he is so generous that he can't - you are not even a human - it is really good wine!" The man who came, the old drunkard Alaric von Bloch, took a sip and slammed the jug at the lynx: "Well, my old man asked me to bring you wine." ”

The flask creates a strong arc in the air. The bobcat raised its front paws, intercepted the flask in mid-air, and then gently held it in its palm, not as agile as a beast. It looked down and sniffed, its expression moving, and its throat rolled vigorously.

"Don't be too busy drinking just yet." The old drunkard suddenly spoke again, this time he was no longer the same attitude as before, and his expression was unprecedentedly solemn, "The little guy on the mountainside before is the wolf of this generation, right?" I also know you've been getting close to that guy lately. But don't let him down the mountain. The old man just asked me to send wine, and I personally wanted to send you a word. The old drunkard stood on the edge of the mountain, and the wind stirred his sleeves. He looked at the bobcat, and said word by word:

"Winter will always end again."

There was silence on the top of the mountain, only the silent ice and snow, the silent rocks, the silent white clouds, and the men and beasts who were looking at each other. There was confusion and confusion in the eyes of the lynx, but in the end, all those emotions dissolved, and only cold ridicule and disdain flowed out.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm no different from a mortal now, and it's not too difficult for that little guy down the hill to kill me." The old drunkard took a step back calmly, "This time the one who is destined to end the winter is no longer me." But because it's no longer me, you and that guy won't have a chance to make a comeback. ”

The bobcat grinned, as if it were smiling, but no smile had ever been so horrible as it had on its face. It lifted the flask with its front paws, drank it down, and then rose from the rock with a wild, thunderous roar!

It jumped off the top of the mountain!

As the lynx departed, a dark cloud of ink loomed over the top of the mountain. The wind gradually rose, then it became colder, and soon a snowstorm raged on the mountaintop. The flask was swept in front of the old drunkard by a strong wind. He shrugged his shoulders, picked up the flask, and shook it, feeling a shallow layer of liquor inside. There was a hint of joy on his face, and he didn't mind that the spout of the pot had just been swallowed by the bobcat, so he brought it to his mouth and swallowed greedily. It wasn't until there was no more wine dripping from the spout of the pot that he licked his lips intently, looked in the direction where the lynx jumped off, and laughed softly, with indescribable pity and sympathy: "Oh, let's go to the carnival to your heart's content." Hanging out with that guy, really thinking that the old woman with the balance wouldn't notice? ”

He suddenly sneezed hard and found himself covered in a thick layer of snow and ice. "After all, it's the hospitality of beasts." The old drunkard grumbled, turned and walked down the hill.