As soon as it left the protection of the building, the biting cold wind quickly took away the temperature from the body. In order to be flexible, the rangers can't learn the outdoor seven-layer dress of the U.S. military. And you definitely can't rely on spells to keep out the cold, and the current spell slots may not even be enough for battle.

The wind and snow greatly obstructed his vision, and he was able to creep down the road in broad daylight. Since he didn't encounter a fight, he was reluctant to use the Ranger and Druid's unique normal vision spell in the snow.

The unusual weather and the heavy snowstorms these days are very wrong, in Cortana's words: "The weather conditions here are unnatural and seem to be man-made." I suspect someone deliberately kept this in a sinister climate. ”

Cortana's projection of the map in the upper right corner of his retina is entirely dependent on his own senses, so it is not possible to detect enemies in advance and additionally. Like a white plastic bag or cloth flying in the air, the Ranger gently skimmed through the snow.

The wind and snow caused the same disturbance to both sides, so when he saw each other, the men were still intently beating a barbarian on the ground.

Judging by his height, physique, and clothing, Thomas deduces that he is a barbarian of the Elk tribe of Icewind Valley.

After listening quietly for a while, they were beating and cursing, as if the barbarian had committed a robbery. It's just that the words that keep being spoken in the barbarian's mouth are accented with a heavy accent, and Thomas can't understand them.

He patted the gnome disguised as a snowdrift beside him, and asked in a low voice, "What is the barbarian talking about?"

"Those who are high are devotees of the goddess of cold, and the barbarians have robbed the property of their parishioners, so they will put him to death. ”

"What did the barbarians say?"

"He said that he was wronged, that his tribe was attacked by a powerful spellcaster, that he had come to ask for help, how could he rob ......"

"Goddess of Cold, Frost Maiden......"

"Fate, do you know what it is?" he asked the gnome after a moment of silence.

"Destiny...... I never dared to say I knew what it was. But after I came to Feren and watched "The History of Destiny Coins", I know that some people's coins fall and stand upright, and those people can choose their own destiny!"

There was silence for a while.

"Thank you. He said.

After another pause, Thomas gathered his thoughts and spoke again: "Someone once told me that the world is just a false story, whether it is gods and mortals, monsters or angels, and all other illusions that were previously just created by the stage, director and screenwriter of the multiverse. ”

"And then?" asked the gnome.

"Later...... She, she chose to be a storyteller...... But she said it when she told me a story before. The resurrection of the god of murder in Baldur's Gate is just a prologue, when the goddess of magic is resurrected, when the Frost Maiden lets the wind and snow rage...... Then, in this context, my story will officially begin!"

"That's good, what's wrong?"

"The problem is, I'm not ready for it - not only that, but I've made things worse! I know I'm going to face great dangers and challenges, but my spells aren't enough, my equipment is old, and the power I can control has not only not improved, but has become much weaker. ”

"What's more, I'm full of fears and worries about the future – my state of mind is much worse than before!"

"Well," the dwarf smiled, "so I've always felt that you have a panic that we don't understand, and that you're running away from enemies we don't know." I had always thought that you and the dwarves had provoked some terrible enemy in Neverwinter. I see, I see. ”

"But, what a man I am. I don't think it matters. Because a story doesn't need to be fully prepared. It can even be said that an unexpected story is a good story!"

With a hint of gratitude, the human nodded to the snowdrift where the gnome was disguised.

"Don't say that to anyone in the future," the dwarf said in a heavy tone, "What has to do with time and space always causes tragedy. ”

Just as the ranger hesitated, wondering whether to show up to save the barbarian, he saw a man in the distance approaching surrounded by guards.

It was a black-haired, black-eyed, yellow-skinned southerner, and Thomas didn't know if he looked like a Roman or an Egyptian on Earth, but he wasn't Chinese anyway.

"What are you doing?" the man asked.

"What's the matter with you—ah, it's Master Gantt!" exclaimed one of the Orlulls, who had already stripped the unconscious barbarian of his clothes and was tying him to a wooden pole.

"Gantt is?" the ranger cast an inquiring glance at the gnome.

"The deputy of the town's spokesperson is equivalent to the deputy mayor. He was in charge of many of Brinsander's affairs. ”

The ranger's gaze swept over Gantt, "Material pack, he's a mage?"

"Yes, it is said that the talent is very poor. His apprentices have already mastered flying, and he will only release a few missiles. ”

"Do you believe it?"

"Hehe, I'm just like you. ”

In a whisper between the two, Gantt harshly reprimanded the cultists for their abusive lynching.

"Hmph, I don't think you'll be complacent for long!" one of the cultists couldn't help but say, "Don't you hear the howling of the cold wind? Whoever doesn't believe will die! By the time Icewind Valley, the Northlands, and even all of Faeron are covered in ice, it's too late to convert!"

"Look!" he pointed to the sky intoxicatedly, "even the sun can only temporarily rage in the warm south, and here it can only be suppressed!"

Boy, your thoughts are very dangerous, it seems that you don't know how powerful someone's priests, paladins and divine punishers are, Thomas thought to himself, picking his nostrils. In the words of Liu Zongyuan, the ancestor of the regional attack, this kind of ignorant behavior is probably called "Shu Dog Barking Day".

"At least, at least you don't have control of Brinshand yet!" said Gan Ting with a sneer.

The Aululls let out a wild laugh and then dispersed triumphantly. Some of the militia guarding Gantt's side had hateful faces, and some had twinkling eyes.

Reaching out to help the falling snowflakes, Gantt's face was heavy. He instructed the militia to dismiss the barbarians.

"What is your name, from which tribe, and why did you come to Brinsander?"

"I am Haigl of the Elk Tribe," the barbarian said in a panicked manner, putting on his clothes and making a disobedient salute, "Our tribe has been attacked by a powerful witch who threatens us to obey her. Anyone who dared to show disobedience before had been killed by the ice monster she had summoned!Now the shaman said it would take a few days to think about it, so he gave us some time......"

"Witch?" Thomas thought of Kurgal's face first.

"Oh, and what does she look like?" asked Gantt, stroking his blue-black beard.

"I don't know! It's shrouded in snow and fog, and everyone can't see clearly. All you know is that she can shoot thick and long sharp ice spikes, which are more powerful than the giant crossbows you defend the city. And use the ice wall as a shield!" replied the barbarian in a lame tone.

"We're sorry, but we don't have any extra troops to aid you in Brinsander. ”

"But, but we are ......" the barbarian stammered anxiously.

"But!" Gantt high-fived, "I thought of a unicorn knight from the south who had just arrived in Brinshand." As long as you are respectful, she will be happy to make a move. With her help, it is enough to beat hundreds of people. ”

The barbarian's eyes lit up: "Then where can I find her??Shall I prepare any gifts? Now I have nothing on me! The fur and trout head have been taken away by those men!"

"She may now be in the small temple of the sun god Amanata, in the direction of the town. ”

Gantt stretched out his finger and pointed: "The emblem of the sun, easy to recognize." Gifts are not necessary, if your tribe really needs help. ”

The savage was about to leave with joy, but Gantt called out to him.

"Take this," he said, "the dwarven amulet of black ice, maybe it will help you survive this cold winter—or it may be worth enough as a gift, but a bribe may anger the paladin, so it's better to keep it or give it to your beloved girl." ”

"A witch, another evil witch. Gantt stroked the stubble off his chin again and muttered to himself.

He sighed worriedly and left with his hands behind his back.

"Black Ice Talisman...... Thomas narrowed his eyes and asked with a sneer, "What do you think, Wen Ding?"

"Back to Daddy, I think this person has the same ill intentions towards Mina as you do!"

"You two catch him on the way, I'm fast, go back and warn Mina first. ”