The bitter cold of winter drowned out the faint morning light, and the dense oak forest was silent, and as far as the eye could see, the snow covered the entire Lomwall Mountains.

Crunch! Crunch!

Heavy footsteps echoed in the silent mountains, and Modrian swung his sword to cut through the dense hard branches in front of him and continued to walk.

The cold wind swept against his black armor, occasionally stinging into the inner lining.

If it weren't for the fact that Modrian's strength had already entered the quasi-knight and could resist the rampant cold wind all the time, he would probably have given up this exploration journey, and his inner desire would be useless.

According to the rudimentary map provided by Gregory, the group had been walking in the Lemmwall Mountains for three days, and the map was more and more marked, and the lines representing the mountains were densely covered with parchment.

It's a pity that during the journey of exploration, Modrian has not encountered any monsters so far, even if they are fierce beasts.

Reality is brutal after all, and these days of exploration shattered the idea of the monster crystal nucleus in his heart, and the more he thought about it, the more cruel it became.

"Lord Modrian, it's time to rest, and Kelvin needs to continue to map the exploration." Darius turned his tall body and said in a low voice.

"Well, then take a break." Modrian gasped, paused, brandished his sword to clear a slightly cleaner area, and sat down wearily against the oak tree.

After the first exploration journey, he was a little uncomfortable after all, whether it was the extreme low temperature, the cold wind, or the unchanged mountain snow color was tormenting his body and mentality.

Looking up at the sky, the dense foliage obscured his vision, not a trace of winter sunlight penetrated, in the extremely low temperature environment, the branches as hard as iron, the soft leaves like swords, plagued the exploration path of the group, coupled with the beasts that appeared from time to time, worthy of the name of the forbidden land of life.

Modrian took the food from Darius, a portion of bacon and two dry bread cakes, chewed it laboriously, and swallowed it raw, his wandering experience had taught him that it would help him recover his strength faster.

"Darius, how long can our food last?" After swallowing the food in his mouth, Modrian asked.

"Lord Modrian, the food we have in reserve can last for about half a month." Darius replied. "However, we don't have to worry too much about food, and the beasts we hunt are enough to support the consumption of the team."

Modrian nodded slightly, for this exploration, he is very well prepared, all kinds of materials are complete, in addition to him, there are Darius, Kelvin (war stonemason), and 10 Noxian expeditionary cavalry, the number is not much, but the elite is valuable.

After a short time, Kelvin and the two Noxian expeditionary cavalry left the group after eating their food and began to explore the surrounding environment and geographical location.

Although Kelvin's role as a war stonemason was biased towards construction, it did not hinder his rudimentary scout skills.

You must know that during the expansion of the Noxian Empire, the first sign of war was not the opening of the Imperial army, but the lone war stonemason who penetrated deep into the enemy's territory to explore feasible invasion routes.

The wait was short, and Kelvin and the two Noxian expeditionary cavalry returned safely in no time, and many scratches were clearly visible on the black heavy armor, which were caused by sneaking into the unfamiliar mountain environment.

With their return, the exploration team set off again, and the front was opened by two Noxian expeditionary cavalry, with black armor draped all over the body, and a sharp mountain opener waving, as the elite of the Noxian Empire, the expeditionary cavalry in addition to skilled equestrianism, ground combat capabilities are also extraordinary.

Silence hung over the ranks, no one spoke softly, everyone was paying attention to their surroundings, only the sound of heavy footsteps and the slashing of swords staggered.

Time kept passing, and Modrian and his party gradually went deeper into the Lenwall Mountains, the surrounding environment became more and more gloomy and dark, and the cold snow color did not know when it began to lose its luster.

The Noxian expeditionary cavalry at the front began to slow down their advance, signaling everyone behind them to concentrate and prevent an unexpected situation.

Modrian's position was in the center of the team, with Darius in front and Kelvin behind, and he was very safe, but as a quasi-knight, he still maintained a high level of attention, especially observing the branches similar to the surrounding environment, and at some point he would turn into a deadly withered python and attack his side like lightning.

The wilted python, one of the unique snakes in the Lemmwall Mountains, has a dry snake skin that can hide perfectly in the bark or branches of trees, hibernating, and it seems that there is no such concept for them.

During this exploration, their group was attacked by many wilted pythons, but no one was injured, but they were annoying.

"Darius, did you find anything out of the ordinary?"

Looking around, Modrian frowned, the faint light was gone, the world of shadows descended, there were no colorful colors, even the plain snow was drowned, only a dull and hazy gray.

"I'm sorry, Lord Modrian, nothing has been found, it's normal." Darius also frowned and looked at his surroundings, the continuous forest still had no end in sight, and they walked no more than a hundred meters, but it was as if they had changed worlds, which was extremely strange.

"Ignite, keep watch, prepare to set up camp." Modrian decisively ordered that every step had to be taken carefully in an unknown environment. "Kelvin, take a few more people to look around to see the situation, if there is an emergency, send a signal for help directly."

"Yes, Lord Modrian." Kelvin nodded, and then left the group with four Noxian expeditionary cavalry.

A bright yellow glow of fire illuminated the shadowed area, and each of the remaining Noxian expeditionary cavalry, armed with a flaming torch, began to clear the seemingly dangerous area around them.

The cold wind blew the torches vigorously, but instead of extinguishing the flames, it blew more and more, and a faint smell of butter diffused.

Crafted by the unruly alchemists of the town of Irwindale, the burning grease has a mosquito-repellent effect and lasts for a great time, making them perfect for the environment of the Lenwall Mountains.

The rough and cold-resistant tent had been erected, the campfire was slowly burning, and Mordrian's armor was removed to reveal his white face, the light of the fire reflected in his calm pupils, but his inner thoughts were like ripples.

Judging from the distance of the team, the time is about dusk, but there is no sunset, and gray shadows still shroud the mountains, as if the night has arrived in advance, which makes people faintly uneasy.

Looking at Darius beside him, Modri calmed down and waited, there was only so much he could do now.