The blizzard finally came to a halt after raging for a whole day and night. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After enduring a full day of extremely bad weather, Lancet and the mage finally found the village, which had been buried in half of the snow, before the sun set over the horizon.

Ranster found an abandoned house in a good location, and after a brief tidying up, he left the ravens to keep watch, and the two men, exhausted, fell asleep one after another, until they were awakened by the screams of women and children outside the door.

Ranster pushed open the tattered wooden door, and the dazzling sunlight outside shone on the snowy ground, which was a little dazzling.

Several guys in ragged clothes armed with weapons were snatching the last bit of food from a woman's hand.

The woman clutched the sack of food on her chest, her last hope of surviving in the gods-forsaken north.

The leader let out a curse from his mouth, his patience drained by the damned woman, and then he raised his dagger and was about to slash at the other's neck.

A throwing knife accurately hit the raised blade, ricocheting the short sword that was about to be cut down into the snow on the ground.

Several of the robbers instantly turned their heads and stared at Ranster, who was not far from them.

After seeing the fully armed appearance of this opponent, these guys who bullied the weak and were afraid of the hard began to retreat.

They slumped backwards away from the woman, and ran away for their lives.

Lancet watched them flee away, but did not chase them. He turned his gaze to the woman not far away, only to find that she had already picked up the dagger that the robber had dropped on the ground and assumed a defensive posture towards Lancet.

In her opinion, the long-eared guy in front of her was no different from the people just now.

Although there was unconcealable fear in her unyielding eyes, there was no intention of retreating.

Nor did Lancet have the idea of stepping forward, he turned and walked towards the dilapidated house that was a temporary residence.

The female mage had also packed her luggage, and the two of them filled their stomachs a little, ready to continue the long journey.

Before leaving, Lenster deliberately glanced at the woman's dilapidated dwelling, and even if the poor woman and her children were not swallowed up by this merciless blizzard, the robbers who had gone and returned, or the orcs who had taken advantage of the blizzard to raid the village, would have killed them.

The North is truly a land abandoned by the gods.

……

The temperature is getting cooler after the blizzard, and the bright, mirror-like snow absorbs most of the sunlight, leaving people with a biting cold.

Lenster controlled his horse to return the same way he came, the only way he could think of finding the signpost.

He wasn't very worried about the search party that might be sent out by the Northland Fortress at this time—the heavy snow that had lasted for a whole day had already buried all the clues and traces.

What he's worried about now is the guys who will come out to forage after the snowfall.

There are two most dangerous and abundant creatures in the North, orcs and ice wolves.

Orcs live in the coldest places north of the Frostridge Mountains, and they can come and go in blizzards all year round. So every time a blizzard comes, it's a double disaster for the inhabitants of the North.

Icewolves also hide during blizzards, not because they are afraid of snow and ice, but because their food only comes out when the snow stops.

Icewolves generally do not attack humans unless they are hungry or have an absolute numerical advantage.

Just like now.

The sword in Lancet's hand stabbed into the soft belly of the toothy and clawed ice wolf, and it struggled to bite the man in front of it, the smell of the wolf making Ranster frown.

He lifted his leg and kicked the wolf to the ground, and the bright red blood slowly flowed out of the wound on the wolf's abdomen, staining its white fur red, and the warm wolf blood slowly seeped into the snow, dyeing the snow near the wolf's corpse a red color.

Counting the dying beast, Lancet had already killed five. The wolf corpses lay on the snow, making the other eager ice wolves hesitate to step forward.

Moria's fire spells are even more powerful, as evidenced by those few black charred corpses with distorted postures.

Soon the clever creatures realized that their prey had become hunters, and fled with their tails between their legs.

Ranster then managed to find the stone sign on the road and followed the sign in a northeasterly direction.

The destination of this trip is not in the Coldridge Mountains, or even in its vicinity. The place he really wanted to visit was the Aden Fjord, the northernmost part of the continent of Mersel, a free town that is rarely seen now.

If you want to get from the North County to the Aden Fjord, the Northern Road is the way to go.

The rest of the journey was not as difficult as it is now, as they gradually moved away from the snow-covered north to the warmer coastal areas. The only thing Lenster fears now is time, and if he can't intercept the golden pages when they reach Eternal Nighthaven, history will repeat itself once again.

The followers of Aukus will snatch three pages on the occasion of the celebration and usher in the Year of Chaos of the Demon Invasion.

……

As Lancet was reminiscing, the mage in front of him patted him on the arm.

"Footprints." Moria said sharply, pointing to the snow in front of her.

Lanstra stopped his horse, and after making sure that there was no danger nearby, he quickly dismounted and approached the large footprints and rut marks to examine them carefully.

The footprints look much larger than the average person, some are wearing shoes, and some can see the shape of the toes directly from the footprints that have fallen deep in the snow.

Almost immediately, Lancet was sure that these were the footprints of the orcs. Add to that the deep rut marks and the blood that had been spilled all the way, and he could conclude that the group of nearly ten orcs had just sacked a village, tied all the valuable things there to the wagon, and left.

And they are heading in exactly the same direction as Ranster's established route.

You must know that this place is far away from the Coldridge Mountains, and the orcs are not in the habit of establishing a stronghold in this kind of place. These orcs with looting supplies are 100% searching for another village, and then they will rush to the next battlefield with the loot.

Ranster thought about it for a moment, turned over and continued in the direction of the footprints and bloodstains.

This route to the Fjords of Aden was the only route that all players agreed to be, and players in the game explored other routes at the time, but all of them were ultimately difficult to make due to the unbearable weather and the endless orc tribes in the depths of the Coldridge Mountains.