For the next period of time, Tie Slag and Zhao Wenke lived a leisurely life in the Qin family's mansion, exercising for a while every day, then drinking tea, chatting about the current world situation, and occasionally being in a daze. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In a blink of an eye, more than ten days have passed......

Qin Baoshan, who went to Yanyang Town to purchase supplies, came back. As soon as he bolted the fire mule pulling the cart, he summoned the hunters in the village and selected fifteen experienced young men to escort Iron Slag and Zhao Wenke to the depths of the distant mountains, and then stationed there to meet them.

In order to avoid the blue eyeliner, Tie Slag and Zhao Wenke both chose to mask their faces. For this reason, Qin Baoshan made an explanation.

"These two lords are the fire guards of the ancient temple, and they have been ordered by the Great Prophet to go to the distant mountains to do business, and you must cooperate with them well."

"Wow! The guards before the fire, I heard that they are all top masters. "It's the first time I've seen it." "Good! We will certainly cooperate with the two adults to fulfill the instructions of the Great Prophet. The young hunters responded.

The next morning, in the morning mist that permeated the mountains, six ox carts loaded with supplies were led by hunters into the endless mountains of distant mountains. For this journey, Qin Baoshan gave them the only six platehorn cows in the village.

The Horned Ox, also known as the Zen Ox, is the best animal power in the Far East, but it is more expensive to raise and is generally only used in special situations, such as long distances or harsh environments.

In the mountains and forests, the march of the team is quite slow, about thirty-five kilometers per day. Iron Slag sat on the ox cart and sighed that if there was a flying machine, it would only take half a day to fly.

Since the Glorious War, the World Parliament passed a bill called the World Flight Regulations, and established the "Global Flight Center", declaring all flights that are not subject to unified control illegal, and firmly controlling the use of aircraft as the prerogative of the nobles of the Silver City.

He originally wanted to ask Mu Yu Lily of the Valley to borrow a flying machine, but considering that there were too many people staring at him, if he was a little careless and leaked his whereabouts, it would not only bring great trouble to Mu Yu Lily of the Valley, but also make him fall into an unforeseen crisis, and it was likely that he would lose the opportunity to find a brilliant treasure from now on. In order to be sure, he can only choose this hard and ancient way.

Half a month later, as the altitude gradually increased, the trees in the mountain forest became more and more sparse, and the speed of the team increased a lot, and now the team can walk 50 kilometers a day. On the way, they encountered a tin tiger and a mutated brown bear. As soon as they showed their heads, they were killed by Tie Slag and Zhao Wenke, and they became braised pork in the pot.

Zhao Wenke was wearing a second-generation psionic power armor, and he was a seventh-order psionic power, and his combat power was extraordinary, and since the iron slag comprehended the source power perception, his combat power had doubled, and there was no pressure at all to deal with these fierce beasts in the forest.

After another half a month, the team walked 1,500 kilometers and completely left the confines of the mountains and forests. From the watch, you can see that the altitude here is about 6,000 meters, and further south, it is a place where there are no vegetation, rocks, and birds.

Looking at the endless mountains, Iron Slag couldn't help but recall the scene four years ago, when he was alone, dragging Alice over the Fikris mountains. Between his gazes, he exhaled heavily, tightened his coat, and buried his head in the face of continued walking. When they arrived, in order to reduce the burden on the cattle, everyone stopped riding the cart and helped to push the cart in some places with steep slopes.

With the passage of time and the increase in altitude, the speed of the march gradually slowed down, from the beginning of fifty a day, to forty-five, forty, thirty-five, thirty-......

A month later, when the team left Qinjia Village for more than 2,900 kilometers, the daily speed was less than 15 kilometers. The altitude here is more than 7,000 meters, the temperature is even lower than -50 degrees, and as far as the eye can see, there is only an endless sea of snow and mountains.

Seeing that the hunters were exhausted and the cattle, Iron Slag asked them to camp in the leeward part of the nearby hillside, and then dragged a large sleigh full of food and oxygen equipment with Zhao Wenke and continued to move forward.

Although Zhao Wenke grew up in the temple, he received the most arduous training since he was a child, and like iron slag, he has a strong ability to survive in the wild. Due to the high altitude here, the water cannot be boiled at all, and in order to save fuel, they often just melt the snow and drink it directly. As for eating, in order to reduce the weight, most of the biscuits they bring are compressed biscuits, with only a small amount of canned meat as a supplement.

Distant mountains, mountains and mountains,

Thousands of heavy, thousands of heavy.

A thousand mountains have passed, and a thousand mountains,

Ten thousand mountains have passed, and ten thousand mountains have been returned.

Peaks and peaks, up to the clouds,

In the Immortal Mansion, the Race Immortals.

In the words of the ancient poets, they all admired the majesty and vastness of the distant mountains. At this moment, Tie Slag and Zhao Wenke are not poetic, as long as they sit down, they can't help but be sleepy and want to fall asleep. The air here is very thin, and every once in a while, they have to sit down and breathe in oxygen to allow their bodies to recover.

In this way, the two of them walked forward with difficulty between the mountains and on the snowy peaks......

They live a life of repeating themselves every day, eating, drinking, sleeping, and walking, monotonously but compactly. As time passed, the dialogue between them became less and less, but the tacit understanding between them became deeper and deeper. All it takes is a look, or a gesture, for them to know what the other person is thinking. Iron slag gradually discovered that Zhao Wenke was actually the same kind of person as him and Lao Niu. They prefer to express their intentions through actions rather than words.

They are all people of few words, and they can not say a word for several days in a row, but they do not feel strange, just like the iron slag and the old cow, sitting at the door of the repair shop, sitting all day.

True friends, true brothers, don't need too many words, just sit together, you can feel at ease.

One of them is a student of the Guardian of the Holy Flame, and the other is a student of the Great Prophet of the Ancients, and they are destined to leave a heavy mark in this vast world!

"Reacquaint, I'm Iron Slag Norseth, guardian of the Holy Wolf, and Warsong Shaman of the Temple of Splendour."

One day two months later, when they climbed over a snowy mountain and looked into the distance, Iron Slag suddenly stretched out his hand and said solemnly.

"I am Zhao Wenke of the Far East, a warrior monk of the war bear, and a guard before the fire."

Zhao Wenke held the iron slag's hand heavily, and after a long journey, it was not until this moment that they really knew each other.

In these two months, they advanced three thousand kilometers, and five thousand kilometers from the location on the map. But by this time, a third of their supplies had already been used, and they had to find the right food to ensure their subsequent supplies.

It is said that some powerful ancient creatures inhabit the mountains in the distance, but along the way, they have encountered nothing, and those are just legends, it seems that they are just legends.

This went on until one afternoon. At that time, Tie Slag and Zhao Wenke were carrying a cable on their backs, dragging a sled around one snow peak, and when they were advancing towards another snow peak, the sky suddenly darkened, and a large area of shadow swept over them.

"Chirp!"

Immediately after, a high-pitched chirp came from above, as if it had passed through the endless void, and it came directly into his mind.

When they looked up, they saw a large, inky blue bird flying overhead. The wings were hundreds of meters long, and under one fan, the wind rose on the hillside, and the snow rolled and fell.

"It's the Great Peng, the Ancient Great Peng!" Zhao Wenke raised his head and shouted in surprise, "I didn't expect it to really exist." ”

"I'm going up there and have a look." As he spoke, the iron slag opened its wings and rose into the sky.

"Buzzing ......" looked at the huge bird, and he flapped his wings with all his strength and flew upwards. However, no matter how he flew, the big bird was always far away. After flying to an altitude of more than 2,000 meters, there was a tingling pain in the membranous wings, as if it was about to be torn apart by the rapid air current, and he had no choice but to give up the big bird and swoop down.

"Dapeng is a divine bird, flying at an altitude of more than 20,000 meters, and your insect wings can't go up." After a while, looking at the iron slag with a disappointed face, Zhao Wenke said with a smile.

"It's a pity, otherwise it would be nice to pull a feather and come down and take a look." Iron Slag said.

"Chirp!"

At this moment, the roc in the sky let out a high-pitched roar again, and then swooped down towards the mountains in front of him, and the magnificent momentum was like a meteorite hitting the mountains outside the sky, and the two people on the hillside were stunned.

A few seconds later, the Roc soared into the sky again, flying high into the sky. When you look at it, it has an extra creature covered in brown hair on its claws.

"Ancient Mammoth!" When he saw the appearance of the creature, Iron Slag couldn't help but say loudly.

"That's right, it's a mammoth." Zhao Wenke picked up the telescope on his chest and observed for a while, then said.

"Go ahead, there may be a herd of elephants." As he spoke, Iron Slag picked up the cable and beckoned Zhao Wenke to set off.

A few hours later, the two climbed five or six hills in quick succession, and finally breathlessly saw a herd of mammoths walking on the opposite hillside. It was late in the evening, and the setting sun was shining on the snow-capped peaks, gilding the whole world with a layer of golden sand. And this group of creatures from ancient times is like walking in a golden ocean, mysterious, simple and beautiful......

"Keep up with them." Iron Slag said with a little excitement.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Wenke wondered. As far as he knew, the ancient mammoths were a symbol of their glory, and the iron slag would certainly not hunt them, but he couldn't guess what the specific idea was.

"If they get into any trouble, we help solve it, and they get us to our destination." Iron Slag grinned and said.