After stopping again, it was already the twelfth day of their arrival in the Far North Sea. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Leona and Baldwin could barely speak—more exhausting than the long march was the endless, barren and pale ice fields—the flat, vast wilderness was no stranger to Baldwin, from Thundercastle to the north, through the Dragon's Belly Pass, was the Orc's Whirling Plains, and to the south, Thundercastle was cleared of some low hills, and all one could see was long grass, like a wilderness that could never be found, through which it took the soldiers and their families to pass through it for nearly a month.

But the wilderness is different from the ice field, there are animals, birds, insects, even the most common long grass, each one is different, you can also find streams and pools of water in the wilderness, or you can dig out brown pebbles or gray bones, but here, all you can see is snow and ice, white, shiny - in the first few days, they can still rely on hunting to relieve the stress of this monotonous scenery, but as they gradually penetrate into the heart of the far north sea, seals, snow hares, The fox, lemming, or snow bear were gone, and nothing could be heard in his ears except the howling of the wind and the difficult gasps of his companions, and several times Berdwin seemed to hear the birds chirping, but when he looked up, he could only see the lead-gray sky...... He didn't know if it was his hallucination or if it was his memories at work – about four or five days before they had seen a vast, astonishingly miraculous sight of untold red-bellied seabirds having to fly together from under the arched bridges of ice and snow because their nests had been destroyed on the ice walls, like a layer of dancing mist.

With no fresh food to spare, they began to share their reserves, and in this respect they were well prepared and had plenty of food, even if they were forced to spend the entire polar night in the Far North Sea - and in a variety of ways. The Normans of the Highlands loved caviar, pickled cucumbers, coarsely salted wheat bran bread, gnomes loved preserves and cakes, elves made rattan flour and snow honey, Cremar dried fish, and whale and seal meat that they replenished with the Alatirites. However, out of an abundance of caution, Kerry had distributed them properly, making sure that each person had some food and a bottle of snow honey and purified winter wine in their dimensional bags. "It's a last resort to save lives. When placing the snow honey and winter wine into the gnome's dimensional bag, the elf warned, "Don't eat it." ”

The gnome licked his lips, if it weren't for the elf's reminder, he might have actually eaten the snow honey in his bag on the first day, no one likes sweets more than the gnome, of course, maybe the lich's cohabitants don't think so.

"How long will we have to go?" said the dwarf, who already regretted it very much, even if it was to stay in the tribe of the Alatirites, he could teach them how to smelt black iron, make arrowheads and crossbows, and use them for a comfortable Xiaoice house and sleep more than half the day, even the seal meat that he once scoffed at was not so unpalatable now that he thought about it, anyway, they still had to eat seal meat here.

In fact, the others were also curious to know, they didn't walk in the same direction every day, and the length of the journey was also specified by the mage, and they didn't suspect that Cremar would harbor ill will towards them, but the gods are above, and there are never a few spellcasters who suffer from road blindness— The hilarious story of a mad mage who once moved a ship from the sea to a large lake, and the main point was that in a large lake on the top of a hill, so that the captain and crew had to struggle to get their three-masted ship down a 2,000-foot hill, although they were lucky enough to escape the siege of the pirates, and this hilarious story has always been the finale of the bards, and Birdwin Zhendan Cremar was one of them.

"If it's just walking," said the lich, "it will only take a day or two." ”

"Why do you say that?" Birdwin keenly grasped the key point of the sentence. "On foot, do we still need to fly?"

"Flying?what gave you such strange thoughts?" the lich said softly, sarcastically, "Didn't Tyre's knight's handbook tell you that dragons have more brains than red-bellied seabirds? They do have a bit of insanity at times, but they're not stupid enough to dig caves in the ice walls that will collapse at any moment. The lich said that he took out the folding astrolabe, opened it, and placed it in the center of the hut, and pulled a piece of treated whale skin on top of it, which was not as thick as one thought it was, but on the contrary, it was only an inch or an inch and a half thick compared to the two- to three-foot-thick layer of fat, which was completely out of proportion to a behemoth like a whale, but when tanned, it would take on a beautiful blue-black or milky white (depending on the spine or abdomen). What the former undead had brought out was a piece of skin from his abdomen, densely covered with tiny lattices, and the curvy light lines came together through many intersections to look like the outline of an island—he unscrewed the inkwell and dipped a sharp skewer in the ink, poking a few tiny holes in it.

"What is this?" McGee asked.

"Where did we pass through?" said the thief, who had seen that it was a map, somewhat like the latitude and longitude maps used by the Serris, the maps that were located by latitude and longitude lines were very detailed and standard, but not many people could master them, and almost all of them were casters, because it required a lot of accurate calculations.

"No," said the lich, "it's where the Vault passed." ”

Leona gave a strange look, "Could it be that the silver dragon has also cast legged magic on its vault?"

"It seems to be true. "The lich said that the vault was constantly moving, so the silver dragon would not leave the so-called formal treasure map at all, and it hid this secret in the spellbook it gave to its friends, but no one told it - the cover of the golden piece was composed of rune text, and it itself had magic, which could absorb and release power, and many people thought that they had obtained the most precious treasure, like the priest of Ilmot- No, after rearranging the rune text according to certain rules, you get a figure that looks meaningless, but the geometric shape in it corresponds to the dragon alphabet (which subtly corresponds to the QR code of another plane), and the lich who gets inspiration from it deciphers all the letters, and after combining them further, he gets a magic that creates a golden die, and its role is to point out where the vault is.

So many people will say that the next thing is too simple, and that all they have to do is find that location with the help of the dice, and then start digging in pain? The Vault moves all the time, and even if you move fast, even if you move the slightest offset, you may already be passing by the Vault.

So, the right way to do it is not to chase, but to wait.

The Lich took out another Plumb Hammer tied to spider silk, and after a small spell, the Plumb slowly swayed, arcing larger and larger, and then an invisible arc strangely overlapped with the small dot poked by the Lich earlier. The former undead lowered his head and sighed, quickly picked up the quill, dipped it in the inkwell, and then the void lit a plumb, a small amount, almost negligible amount of ink dripped into the equally faint gaps, condensed on the sharp corners of the plumb, and finally sketched a perfect oval on the whale skin.

The lich made a gesture, and the plumb stopped, and the ink he used contained phosphoric powder, and the lines were as thin as a hair, but they could be seen clearly by both the dwarf and the Baldwin.

"Where are we?" said Kerry.

"Here. The lich pointed to an intersection with a well-wiped quill.

"Have you calculated how fast it moves?" asked the Elven Ranger.

The lich nodded, there was distance and time, the only thing he needed to determine was whether the speed was uniform, and the twelve days of data had allowed him to accurately arrive at that number. He pointed to another point: "This is where it should be in two days." ”

Now everyone can understand.

"Is there a distance limit for these dice?" asked the dwarf suddenly.

"Yes," said the lich, putting away his utensils.

"I thought Silver Dragon should have taken that into account. The gnomes complained so that they wouldn't have to travel for a full twelve days. He's fed up with the white slump, and if he can get out of here, he hopes that even his dreams won't be in this ghost place again.

"Maybe it thinks it needs to add a few more levels to be more interesting. The thief said.

The visible end of the line relieved everyone except the Lich a little, especially after another careful calculation, they found that they only needed to walk for half a day or a day, and they could greet the reserved guest in two days.

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"This is what Armonis caught. The two-headed viper said earnestly.

"That's a cub," Asmodeos flapped his wings and flicked his tail, quietly pushing Amonis aside, lifting the ice bat on its paws, the folds in the skin of this ice bat were like a tidal wave stacked up, and the hair was longer and more fragile than the other ice bats, with a drooping belly and a withered body, which was indeed much older than the one Amoniti had in his hands, "I should know more about this." ”

Amonius spews a stream of venom at Asmodeos.

Asmodeos hurriedly flashed, but the old ice demon bat it was holding could not be spared, its legs were sprayed, Asmodeos's tail was whipped like a whip, the legs of the old ice demon bat fell on the ice, the venom sizzled, and the whole leg was corroded in an instant, leaving only some viscous liquid frozen into small beads on the ice, these small beads rolled down the tiny cracks in the ice, hoping that they would stay there like this, if they fell into the sea, I don't know how many creatures would die because of it.

The two-headed viper was about to laugh when it noticed that the weight on its tail had suddenly increased, and it looked down to see that the ice demon bat it had caught had been stabbed to death by a poisonous needle shot from Asmodeos's fur.

The old ice bat cried out in grief, this was its last clansman, and it was soon to die.

"Enough. The red-robed warlock said.

He made a gesture, and Asmodeus hurriedly stepped forward and placed the old ice demon bats on the ground, each ice demon bat was as tall as a human female, but the little devils carried them like a pom-pom, and it was not difficult to lift or put it down.

"Whatever you want to know," said the old ice demon bat, "I won't tell you." ”

"But," Ostal said, "but you don't have to make a decision. His hand rested lightly on the head of the old Ice Demon Bat, his fingers were warm, but after a while they became as hot as lava, it was so hot, the old Ice Demon Bat's skull melted like ice cubes under his hands, the stench and burnt incense mixed together, the Ice Demon Bat's body twitched, and the hands and the remaining leg scratched the air painfully, its mouth opened to the limit, the corners of its mouth were torn, revealing the innermost teeth, the dark blue tongue stuck out of the elder, but nothing could be made, the warlock's fingers sank into his brain, and the spirit searched carefully for what he wanted to know。

The two little devils watched with excitement at this wonderful scene for them, and Asmodeus even applauded silently with its paws.

"You're doing a good job. After a while, Ostar said, and he let go of his fingers, and the corpse of the old ice demon bat collapsed, and everything in his body was liquefied, and out of the large hole in the skull, the two little devils swooped down, licking with joy, this mixture of pain, anger, sadness, and other negative emotions was the favorite drink of the little devils.

The group of ice demon bats that were unfortunately discovered by the two little devils were the ones that Kerriben and the others had encountered. Because of the little trouble caused by the gnomes, the not very broad-minded Ice Demon Bats, although they accepted the apology and compensation, still couldn't help but be haunted - they had been watching those people all the time, maybe just to play a prank at the right time. But now, what they know helps their enemies.

The mountain walked behind Ostal and walked quietly and quickly when the frost giant wanted to, and the red-robed warlock had already noticed that he was approaching him, but he pretended not to know.

"How's your divination going?" asked the giant.

"A good sign. Ostal said, "I think." (To be continued.) )