The campfire in the center of the camp crackled.

The frozen ground was scorched by the flames to create a small puddle, and a few people were not very warm, on the contrary, the flames in such places were only enough to maintain a little temperature in the cold wind.

"What's going to eat tonight?"

The dwarf threw away a stone and stirred the fire with a mace.

"I don't know, but I don't think I had any food," the Ranger said angrily, covering his shoulders and exhaling a white breath, "What to eat, a dwarf biscuit (a kind of compressed biscuit) will be fine." ”

"It's dwarven biscuits again. The dwarf grunted, and a gust of ice blew, and he hissed, "It's cold." ”

They were still wearing thick furs, and even the Northland elves, who had a cold-resistant constitution, covered their ears with plush earmuffs.

It's just too cold here.

The Great Glacier is the coldest place in the main material world, and the deadly cold snap descends from the north to the south, turning the snow that falls into water and solidifying into a thicker ice crust.

Shivering in the icy wind, the adventure party regretted it at the moment.

"Take a quick break, the Frost Giant hasn't gone far. The Northland Elf exhaled and touched the long sword at his waist: "These damn madmen. ”

The adventure party fell silent, remembering the blood along the way, and a bleak cold seemed to seep into the heart through the fur and skin.

......

Investigating the signs of movement of the Northern Frost Giant tribe is a common quest for the Duchy of Warda in the north of the continent of Antas, which is released several times a year.

The proximity of the country to glaciers, the sporadic white dragon prey or beast harassment is not so deadly to the threat of humanoid races, and the hordes of frost giants are the common enemies of the countries of the Bitter Cold, and the ruling class of each country is well aware that if this terrible group of giants cannot find enough food in the hunting grounds to the north, it will turn its attention to the south.

Therefore, every time the Frost Giant moves or the Great Glacier has strange weather, the adventurers of the Bitter Cold Land will receive a mission issued by various governments to go deep into the Great Glacier to investigate the information of the Frost Giant.

The Dwarven Priest felt unlucky, and within a few days of entering the glacier, he was confronted by the Frost Giants, who were dragged down by a clumsy bastard who provoked the Frostgiants to attack - a group of tall, savage bastards who would not reason with humans, elves, and dwarves for the most part, and who seemed to be particularly insane in the way they encountered.

The priest shuddered for a while, remembering one of the bastards he had fought with - the frost giant was obviously not yet an adult, but he already had a crazy will to fight, he was blind in one eye, and the other eye was covered with scars, and it looked like his vision was cloudy, and there were remnants of divine power on it, apparently from some kind of high-level flesh repair spell, it was clear that this frost giant had lost his eyes in a certain battle, and he used magic to save one, and the other one may have been too badly damaged or unlucky, and he couldn't save it- The healing power of magic is not omnipotent, and mending damaged flesh in this way is just as much a matter of luck as resurrecting a dead person torn apart by a giant wound.

A group of mad frost giants chased after the team, and the adventure team paid three lives before escaping the pursuit.

Remembering that the dwarves of the victims began to pray to Hamm, trying to soothe the horrors of their hearts with the oracle of the watcher, and also lamenting that the frost giants were really a savage race, and that the underage cubs were already so experienced in battle, and remembering their own childhood, although it was not very happy, it was not bloody.

A bunch of monsters.

The holy art protects the dwarven body from the cold, but the coldness in the heart cannot be driven away no matter what.

Suddenly, there was a slight knock on his shoulder, and he felt the ever-silent captain Alain stand up, a sturdy northern human who wielded an axe and a giant gladiator's round shield.

"Where's Jonk?" Alaand looked around the camp, his broad eyebrows furrowed.

"Jonk?" the ranger smiled with indifference and sarcasm, "This idiot must be dead." ”

"Don't mess around. Aland said, "He is our comrade-in-arms. ”

"Is there a comrade-in-arms who harmed his comrades-in-arms?" the ranger's expression was even more sarcastic: "Dear Aland, according to our previous rules, we should have abandoned him directly based on the kind of mistakes he made outside the Frost Giant Tribe. ”

"It depends. Aland said, "He's the only spellcaster we've hired this time. ”

"Spellcaster, don't we still have a dwarf?" the ranger pouted.

"Hell, you impudence. The dwarven priest blew his beard and glared: "Apologize to me immediately!"

"He's a wizard and can always be used. Alander's brows furrowed even tighter, and he exhaled a white breath: "Putting aside those weird and strange knowledge for the time being, at this time I want him to perform some little tricks, maybe he can help us resist these damn cold." ”

"I remember he went to rest in the tent. The Northland Elves planted three branches on the ground and laid the grass underneath, and the adventurers fell silent when they saw his actions, and the rangers and dwarves ceased to look at each other angrily, and their expressions began to grow sad.

This is a common ritual used by mercenaries in the north to commemorate their deceased comrades.

The dwarf waited silently for the Northland elves to finish, he seemed to be silent longer than the others, and Alaand patted him on the shoulder: "Still thinking about her?"

"yes. The dwarf sighed: "She is a good warrior, and she is jealous and hateful, we are all sorry that she was not chosen by my lord as a holy warrior, but I didn't expect that she just came out to relax......"

"Distracted?"

"For her, cutting off the evil is to distract her heart, but it's a pity. The dwarven priest shook his head and stood up, "I'll go find that stupid wizard boy." ”

"You're not going to kill him, are you? ”

"Don't worry, beat him up at most. The dwarf picked up his mace and walked towards the tent behind the glacier.

......

"I killed my comrades, I killed my comrades......"

Trembling and hiding under the covers, Jonk muttered to himself with scattered eyes, this is a fledgling wizard, with a young face, a thin and fragile body and an equally thin and old spell book to remind others that this wizard is not very powerful, and the appearance of such a wizard in an adventuring team is obviously to use some of the knowledge he has painstakingly learned - to open secret doors and puzzles that only wizards can understand, to distinguish completely incomprehensible languages, to exert special powers when necessary, as for throwing spells to hurt people? Ha, don't be kidding, how about a one- or two-ring spell on the outer ring of the magic net against a thick-skinned frost giant?

The role of such a magician in battle is to quickly retreat to a safe position to play soy sauce, use stealth spells to save his life, and try not to attract the attention of the enemy. Outcropping debuffs is something that only a wizard with the courage and skill to fight can do.

In just two days, reality taught Jonker the brutality of the adventure.

How cruel it is, not long ago, she was still talking to herself cordially, telling herself that 'the power of justice is omnipotent' big sister, and in the blink of an eye, she disappeared under the siege of the frost giants.

What would happen to her now? According to the custom of the Frost Giants, her skull would be skinned and hung in the halls of some Frost Giant?

The open diary was in front of him, and the 'Study of the Habits of Northland Glacier Settlements' pierced his heart like an ice blade, and he remembered the sarcastic smile on his mentor's lips when he handed over the subject to his mentor and proudly looked down at his classmates who had no creativity and no future.

"Since you have this ambition, go for it. ”

His mentor commented lightly.

Hell, hell, hell, hell.

It was as if his mind had been torn in half in the heat of a fierce psychological struggle.

I am Jonker Varech, the son of an aristocrat and a future scholar, and I can't be so cowardly.

Laughter, blades and blood.

I am a sorcerer, a son of noble power, and it is their honor for mortals to sacrifice for me.

"Noble, little boy, you still have to rely on us to protect you. ”

I...... I shouldn't be so afraid, the withering of life and death are destined to be everywhere in my path, I can't even conquer fear, how can I climb up?

Darkness, chaos and destruction.

The young wizard shuddered, and the predator spread its claws in the darkness.

With a scream, the young wizard found himself struck down by an unknown monster, screaming at him with hard bone armor and prismatic thorns, and a pair of blood-red eyes staring at him as if they carried infinite bloodlust. His body seemed to be shrouded in a misty mosaic of colors, and it was completely impossible to see what it was.

"Help, help, there's a monster!" the wizard cried out in horror as he felt himself being dragged backwards from the tent by the monster.