The storm continued and the fog was thick.

The footprints left on the ground were completely covered in a few seconds, and although the orange firelight woven cover could block the wind and snow, it could not block the whistling of the wind, which made it extremely difficult for everyone to talk. In addition, Jerry's proud sense of smell has lost its effect - all smells are frozen by the cold temperature.

If Mu Yan were here, he might be able to use the theory of microscopic molecular Brownian motion to explain the principle of taste failure......

……

"I've been on the snowy fields for I don't know how long, I've been everywhere, but I've never met the people you're talking about. If he did come, he should be here. Kelly said as he walked, "But it's so cold in here, I don't know if he'll survive." ”

Although the low temperature of the fog allowed him to withstand the scorching heat of the torches, this guy seemed to gradually like the lively feeling, chatting more enthusiastically than anyone else these days, and he also offered to let the old mage sit on the back of a mammoth.

"You should pray that he survives." Eric touched his nose, "If I'm right, you won't be able to go back until he survives." ”

Kelly didn't say anything, but the pace of progress was noticeably quicker. When he speeds up, the speed of the team as a whole is also accelerated.

"It's going in the wrong direction again." Eric snapped up. "A little to the left."

Amacer, the leader of the team, did so, and the elves took the initiative to come out of the fog every few minutes for a second or two, which was Eric's request. Although everyone couldn't understand why he did this, anyway, just listen to it.

"How do you determine direction?" Kelly couldn't help but ask, and he confirmed that there was not a single marker on all sides, and it was all white.

"Always keep headwinding." Eric said he believed he was right in his understanding of the phrase.

"The fog is the grave of the ignorant, but the storm guides the wise."

Isn't this nonsense, just go out with the wind.

"But you can't blow the wind...... How to keep headwinds? ”

"Seeing that elf, just that long flowing silver hair, isn't it enough to be a weather vane?"

"Oh......"

……

While walking against the wind, everyone can clearly feel that the altitude is also rising. At your feet is a rugged circular mountain road, with a blue-gray mountain wall on your left. But the interesting thing is that no matter where you are in the mountain, the mountain wind is blowing down from the top of your head at the moment.

Kelly was nervous as he went up the hill, and Eric who was closest to him felt it. The wolf clansman clenched his fists and looked up at the top of the mountain from time to time, as if an avalanche would collapse in the next second. The muscles in his neck were trembling slightly, and his Adam's apple was shaking.

However, there was nothing but white overhead.

Eric felt a taste of mortal resistance from a wounded beast in him, and the situation did not improve until he reached the top of the mountain.

However, when everyone came to the top of the mountain, they were stunned by what they saw......

Even the well-informed Glazer had never seen such a battle.

There were no snowstorms with ice slag, no fog, and everyone seemed to be in the eye of a hurricane. The sky above his head was clear, clear, and translucent, but there was a hole. A steady stream of air that was visible to the naked eye blew down from the cave and smashed against a huge device at the top of the mountain, pouring down in all directions, like a waterfall falling down the river and smashing on the stones, shattering and gurgling in all directions......

The wind still seems to be wet and salty and warm that is unique to the seaside, and occasionally one or two shrimp and crabs fall and are crushed by the fan petals of the device.

The most unimaginable thing is this installation, which is a big windmill – or waterwheel, which is not a problem at all if you compare a hurricane to a stream of water.

The windmill spun so fast that it was impossible to see how many blades it had, and underneath it was connected to a black box, with dense threads at both ends of the box, and blue electric sparks crackling on it, bundled into a nearby house.

The house was made of ice bricks, and Ricky found that it was almost exactly what he had seen from a distance in Snowdin Village, with the door closed, and even the windows were boarded up, except for the faint light in the windows.

"We've got the right place, right?" Hosdi pointed to the room and asked, this city lord came all the way, listening to the residents of the two worlds ridiculing each other, the worldview had almost collapsed, but now he was the calmest.

Perhaps he thought that the scene in front of him was something ordinary in the eyes of these suspected visitors from other worlds.

"I'll take a look."

Ricky swallowed and cautiously touched it.

"Be careful, uncle."

Uno couldn't help but remind.

Ricky slowly faded into the shadows, and his figure gradually approached the door, but as soon as his hand touched the door, before he could push it open, a thick arc of electricity jumped out of the wires in the doorway, and with a "snap", the Tallinn was thrown high, and a parabola was drawn under the gaze of everyone.

Amatho jumped up and tried to catch him, but only received a cloud of white light.

The Tallinn man just dissipated, exiting in a flashy way, just like he usually used the Hidden Light Secret Technique......

"A player leaves. Cause of death: contact with a high-voltage cable."

This sentence comes to everyone's eyes.

"What?" Uno was stunned, "Uncle Ricky is dead?" How did he ......"

"Don't worry about Uno." Eric saw that the big man was about to cry, and hurriedly stepped forward to comfort: "It's just 'leaving', and his sacrifice is also valuable." ”

Uno's sadness disappeared immediately, and the tears dried up before they could fall. He shrugged his nose, and the smell of burnt meat came through the air.

"Oh, that's right."

Although it is the comforting party, Eric is also up and down in his heart. He remembered that Ricky had 1350 HP, and now that it was gone in less than half a second, how could the rest of them get in......

But at this moment, there was a "creak" and the door was pushed open. A person came out of it, with a strange shape, and opened his mouth in surprise when he saw everyone. In fact, the same was true when everyone saw him.

The man's hair was braided and wrapped in a red scarf, a mustache was worn on his chin, tied with decorations such as shells and crab shells, his clothes were in tatters, like the oily castor shirt worn by sailors on the seashore, and silver knives and binoculars hung from his black moldy leather belt.

Silver knives are not perishable, do not rust even in contact with seawater, and can sometimes be used to test the toxicity of marine fish. As for the role of telescopes at sea, it is even more obvious.

If these are just suspected of a crew's dress, then the hat in his hand that is not worn on his head is the real hammer of the crew, and this kind of tricorne hat is generally only qualified to be worn by the first mate and above......

"You're a Turing?" Grace couldn't help but ask.

As the daughter of the Jones Trading House of the Turing Empire, which had a developed seafaring career, Grace herself had sailed at least in the double digits, and at this moment, the other party's outfit reminded her of the three age sailors she had seen, namely a seventy-year-old sailor, a fifty-year-old first mate and a thirty-year-old captain.

Who is this guy?