"Let's go down first, the storm here seems to be getting stronger." Sherlock has also heard about the weather above, and large-scale thunderstorms will occur from time to time, so it is better not to risk yourself.

"Okay, you look at Bouie, I'm exploring the way ahead!" Ai Gao replied loudly and turned around.

Originally, according to the plan, they had plenty of time to get down the Eddie Peak before the thunderstorm formed, but even if you don't look for him, the pig teammate will sometimes take the initiative to come to you, just like the two players who pulled more than fifty wind howlers to run towards you.

Sherlock didn't bother to discuss the rights and wrongs of this behavior, so he picked up a wind and thunder shuriken in his hand and threw it over, hitting them on their way.

It's just that the two players ignored the warning, and instead rushed over at an accelerated speed while shouting for help.

"Save your sister, Aigao, Bui, copy the guy and run."

Wind Roar Monster, a level 37 large life, four or five can still be handled, more than fifty, and one Commander Monster, it's really a fart, and it's a fortune teller if you can run away.

Sherlock took the lead, Bui, who had turned into a thunder elf, followed closely behind, and the speed of the three of them was much faster than those two players, and it didn't take long to get rid of them, just feeling the dense lightning element in the air, and it was too late to run back again.

Nature's ruthlessness didn't give everyone more time to prepare, and when a huge sheet of lightning shrouded the mountain, lightning strikes began to fall one after another, and strangely enough, the targets of these lightning strikes were their area, or their team.

"I didn't hear that this thunderstorm was tracked." Sherlock didn't have time to think about why, he had to take the two of them to find a safe place before the thunderstorm could spread further.

The wind is howling, the thunderclouds are rolling, like a large orchestra, in the hands of the conductor to play a huge symphony, and in this symphony there is a harp throughout the symphony.

After confirming it again, Sherlock realized that the sound of the harp was not his imagination, but that there was a sound that had drifted from somewhere.

There was no better place to go now, so he followed the song and walked all the way on, and soon came to a cliff where even one foot had already been stepped out.

"Sherlock." Ai Gao grabbed the druid in front of him, although this person is annoying, but the porridge is still good, and he is barely qualified to be his subordinate, he doesn't want to let the other party die like this

"Aigao, do you dare to jump down with me." Sherlock turned around, said with a wicked grin, and then, without waiting for an answer, stepped out with his other foot.

"Hey!"

As soon as Ai Gao and Bui were about to poke their heads out, two arms appeared out of thin air and hugged them.

The expected weightlessness did not appear, and the moment they stepped off the cliff, a path as pure as white clouds of stone slabs appeared at their feet, and at the end of the path was a magnificent castle shrouded in mist.

Since Sherlock dared to do this, of course, he had already discovered the mystery, whether it was the mysterious sound of the harp, the flow of magic in the frog's eyes, and the constantly flashing ghost woman's eyes in the spatial ring, all of which made him have a faint guess.

"Interesting, I didn't expect there to be such a hidden castle on the Stormhorn Mountains." Sherlock whispered in admiration, curiosity driving him towards the castle.

Ai Gao hadn't reacted to the sudden change in the environment, and he followed suit.

If you look closer, you will see that the castle is very strangely constructed, its enormity is not as large as it normally is, but as if it is enlarged four or five times in the same scale as an ordinary castle.

Climb over the steps more than half a person high, and knock open the door where you can't feel the handle, and the exquisite and gigantic decorative furnishings all over the castle are rarely displayed in front of outsiders.

Sherlock didn't stop long, he had already guessed who the owner of the castle was, and climbed the spiral staircase as he was guided by the song.

As he reached the huge open-air balcony at the top of the castle, a purple figure about 21 feet tall appeared in front of him.

"Dear Wind Shepherd, Miss Adilina, the Wind Rider's incarnation, Marche, asked me to greet you on his behalf." When you meet someone you know unilaterally, it's important to report your name as soon as possible, "My name is Sherlock, and I'm an explorer. ”

He didn't know exactly what the profession of explorer was, but he knew that the figure in front of him would definitely not hate this identity.

"Oh, are you a friend of Maghe?" A childish voice came from the front.

Listening to the voice should be a cute little girl, it doesn't match this tall body at all, but the Storm Giants race is like this, they are born more than 10 feet tall, and their bodies can be fully developed in a few years, but the voice develops slowly, and they don't go through the voice change period until they are fifty or sixty years old.

At this sound, the Storm Giant, who was sitting on the edge of the balcony, also turned, she had blue-black hair, silver-gray eyes, a knee-length short-sleeved tunic with two white ankle rings around her bare ankles, and a harp in her hand, looking curiously at the visitor.

"Yes, Maggie and I had a short but exciting adventure, and he approved it, this time to find the temple of Sandakor hidden in the storm."

Maggie had told him about the Storm Giants before, but he hadn't said that they were extremely rare purple Storm Giants, and they hadn't been seen on the road for hundreds of years.

"That's right, it seems that you get along well, but I don't know if you can pass his test in the end." Adlina sang as she played the harp.

Sherlock had long heard the legend of the Storm Giant, the creature at the top of the food chain the most powerful of all the giants, but the only one in the good camp.

They don't love basketball and fighting like other giants, but more about the arts, cooking, farming, theater, and their favorite music.

And the purple giant in the storm giants, in addition to wisdom, also has a delicate heart that understands the world, as evidenced by the poem that should be drunk in front of the piano, this poem is sung with the giant's unique children's voice is particularly beautiful.

The risk of living is to die.

The risk of hope is despair.

The risk of trying is failure.

But the risk must be taken,

Because the greatest risk in life is not to take any risks.

Only those who dare to take risks can have true freedom.

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