Delong Snow Mountain is the easternmost edge of the mainland's wall, the map is here to the end, the clouds divide the snow mountain in two, the world has never experienced the magnificence of the peak, just the part under the clouds has completely covered the eastern sky, only almost noon will see the long-lost sun.

This place is also known as the holy place of the wise, and many kings were buried here in order to receive the blessings of the holy mountain. According to the history books, the day of the beginning of the Second Age of mankind was the day of late autumn, and a dazzling light fell on the clouds of the Delong Snow Mountain, and in an instant, the remaining darkness collapsed, and the light returned to the continent. So far, the Delong Snow Mountain in the far east and the Pillar of Dawn in the deep west are called the two bright pearls on the continent.

It is rumored that the human emperor of the kingdom of Parandi is buried in the depths of the Delong Snow Mountain, and that the giant snow mountain wolf spirit protects the holy body, and it is also said that the holy body of the human emperor has long been taken out of the sea of sunset by the earth spirits. Stories have become legends, legends have become myths, and Delong Snow Mountain has long been a thousand-year-old holy mountain.

When Voragon walked out of the Heynain Forest, the sun happened to pass over the peaks above the clouds, and the snow-white clouds hung high in the sky, crumbling, like the ice and snow that had been hoarded all year round, and could collapse and smash into the earth at any time, and like the minions sticking out from the Delong Snow Mountain, making the sunlight dim and cold. Voragon tugged at his cloak, and the bitter cold wind whipped his cheeks down his neck and into his chest, and he shivered with cold before he had gone far. However, the wind was the opposite, and the sweat overflowing from the fur continued to evaporate into wisps of white mist, and the footprints left by the snow turned into a puddle of snow.

Woragon drooped down and put on his hood, and he grabbed his horse's belly and galloped again at full speed. The snow-capped mountains in front of him obscured all the colors, and sometimes he couldn't tell where the land was and where the sky was, and no matter how fast the wind galloped, the white in front of him still didn't move. Its majesty and tallness amazed Voragon . The colder he got closer to the end of the east, and the lush Henain forest behind him grew smaller, and he saw one after another, pouring down from the mountains, running through the snowy streams, the water shimmering, and the sun shining. Snow-covered dead forests hang low above the wind-ravaged hills, and the craggy rocks and snow-covered fields form an endless barrenness.

Realizing that the eastward journey had been a mistake, a rush of thought rushed to him, forcing him to turn his horse's head and go back, but the snowy mountain seemed to have another ability to force the curious fools to approach it. He suddenly believed that there was indeed a wolf spirit in the snowy mountains, but it was not a wolf protecting the tomb of the first king, but a pet of the earth elves, who assisted the messenger of light against darkness. Of course, Woracan had heard from Master Pesil that during the Dark Ages, the earth elves who inhabited the Sacred Lake Bay sent giant wolves from the westernmost part of the world to the easternmost part of the world, crossing deserts, forests, swamps, and seas, and finally struck the walking dead in the Delon Snow Mountain. The battle left a hundred wolves with heavy losses, and no one knew if any of them survived, but some would rather believe lies than facts. At this time, Vorragon belongs to the former, and perhaps this is his only motivation to move forward.

By the time the sun climbed out of the clouds, it was almost sunset, the sky had turned a faint red, and the surface of the Delong Snow Mountains was a faint pink. At the foot of its hill, the lights of Outpost are particularly charming. When it finally arrived, Vorragon was glad he was still alive, but worried that his days were running out. When you come to the town, the streets are sparsely populated, and the houses on both sides are filled with warm light and shadow. He found a nearby inn to stay in, it was a deserted inn, almost no one had been there, and when Woragon knocked the door open, the innkeeper was really frightened.

"Bring me some warm food, and ...... Bring a pot of mulled wine. Voragon glanced at the mount outside the door, and finally closed the door in peace. His feet were frozen into wooden bumps, and he couldn't help shaking as he walked.

"I'll get it for you. The boss hurried into the back room. Wolagon didn't think the fireplace was big enough, so he got wood to fill it up, and in a few moments the whole house became warm. He was relieved to think about his next steps.

The owner brought him hot butter cakes and hard cheese, as well as a bowl of hot persimmon soup. Just as I was agreeing, Vorragon began to gobble it up.

"We hardly have people here, and if they do, they come once a year and a half. The boss inquired about the down-and-out traveler. He was a small man with a thick beard and brown skin, which reminded Voragon of Sai.

Voragon pointed to the east, but his attention was all focused on the food in front of him, "I'm going there." ”

"There?" the boss looked up at the east wall, "Oh! I see, you're looking for the east side of town, huh...... Is it a family visit, or is it a trip?"

"No, it's not a family visit, it's not a trip. He tore off a piece of butter cake and made up a mouthful of hot persimmon soup, "It's a snowy mountain, I'm going to go through." ”

The boss stared at the boss with his eyes, the saliva on the corner of his mouth almost dripped on the table, and he was silent for a long time, and then burst out laughing.

"So, I'm going to ask you something. Woragon guessed that he wouldn't believe it, so he also smiled, "Do you know how to cross the Delong Snow Mountain?"

"Impossible, no one can pass through Delong Snow Mountain, the only way is to bypass it, but this journey is very difficult, there have been people who want to pass through Delong Snow Mountain, see the world behind the Snow Mountain with their own eyes, but none of them can come back alive, legend has it that there is a monster living near the Snow Mountain, it comes and goes without a trace, and when you see it, it has become its meal, so it is recommended not to satisfy your curiosity. ”

What beast can compare to the fugitive undead, and when the undead approach you, you will know what it is really like to be afraid and die. "You don't have to worry about that, you just need to give me the perfect route, and of course you still have to do business. ”

"En, of course, I'm just giving you a reminder, if you want to go, I won't stop you. The boss suddenly lowered his expression, "How many days are you going to live in my shop?"

"One night. ”

"You're going to love me here. The boss raised his finger and gestured, "This night will be your last night, enjoy it." ”

To put it bluntly, "Is this a warning or a farewell?" ”

"It's a piece of advice, I hope you don't do stupid things, if you go down this path, you will find that it is completely different from what you imagined. You'll find frozen corpses, or remnants of arms and thighs along the way, and if there's a snowstorm on the road, there's only one way to go, and that's death. ”

"Thank you for the warning. Woragon suddenly lost his appetite, "But I still have to go this way, I have no choice." ”

"This is the first time I've heard of anything like this. The boss poured him a steaming glass of juice, "You're from the Greenthorn Country?"

"I'm from Lannia, the Western continent. ”

"What is it that keeps you from having a choice?"

Woragon didn't answer the boss's question, between the thorny questions at hand, he wanted to persuade him to leave the outpost town and avoid the threat behind the snowy mountain, but suddenly he lost motivation, he got up and said, "Thank you for the food you prepared for me, the journey is too tiring, I need to rest." ”

"Of course, of course, follow me. The boss brought him upstairs, and when he entered, Voragon told him, "The horses outside the door need some food and water." ”

"Don't worry, I'll take care of your horses. ”

I don't need the company of the wind anymore, because it can't cross the snowy mountains. Woragon lay on a large bed of soft goose feathers, facing the wall, the fire was steaming, and on the wall hung some simple ornaments and an old fresco: the snow-capped mountains were majestic, the clouds were shrouded, the green glaze outlined the city at the foot of the mountain, a flock of birds wandered the sky, and elk crouched in a corner. The whole picture seems very incongruous, especially the snowy mountain, the scarred snow-capped mountain.

The next morning, the outside of the house was still immersed in night, and the sky was a faint blue. Mount Delong turned into a dark gray canopy, and above the distant clouds, a faint ray of light tried to penetrate the canopy, but in vain. The cold froze the town, sporadic lights spilling through the windows, but only above the streets, and what Vorragon could see was a faint patch of frost condensed in the air.

He warned himself that he had chosen to set out at this time, and then ran to the innkeeper to buy a heavy, warm fur coat, a pair of bulky fur boots, and some dry food to satisfy his hunger on the road. He didn't want to eat these plum orchids from the castle anymore, although they could fully recover their strength, but they tasted so sweet and greasy, he couldn't stand the taste.

The boss paid him twice as much as he had imagined, it was just a garment that had been worn, but it could provide him with warmth on the road ahead, and Voragon had to give him double the price. As the town gradually came alive, he also prepared everything for the road. Galloping Wind was neat at saying goodbye, and Vorragon patted it on the neck, only to be replied that he left without looking back. Well, I hope you can return to your master, to the true knight.

Although the town is at the foot of the Delong Snow Mountain, it is actually a long way to get close to the Snow Mountain, and the long and winding mountain road is very small in front of the Snow Mountain. Woragon approached the snow-capped mountains alone along the mountain road, until the town disappeared behind him, and in front of him was a vast white world, and the biting cold wind roared, as if to stop Vorragon from moving forward, and every step felt laborious.

This was the first time Vorragon had come to the far east, and countless unknowns awaited him, but the cold was enough for Vorragon to discourage him from moving forward. He knew that there was no way back, that the task given to him by Pesil was more important than his own life, but Delong Snow Mountain would not pity a fool who made his mission everything. Who would pity people like me? not unless the gods of heaven really existed, unless the Grewin star appeared above me like the blazing sun, melted the snow and ice in front of me, and opened a way for me to pass through the snowy mountains, unless I .......

As he walked through a dense forest of pine needles, over a steep slope covered with snow, and into a huge ravine made of ridges, a magnificent structure appeared not far ahead, and as the wind and snow and ice blew it looked blurry, Vorragon tried to get closer to see a colossus of warriors in armor towering in front of the building. He held a black boulder sword pointing to the sky, and at his waist was a gray horn as large as a carriage, painted with a layer of gray stripes on a blue background, and the mottled cracks had shrunk into pieces of smegma that were about to fall off due to age. The Colossus wore a feathered helmet, a pair of conical spikes raised high on its shoulder blades, and a giant horned stag carved in front of its breastplate.

This is the symbol of Shatarus, the land of the Green Thorns, and it must be their ancestor Anas who is buried here, and Voragon decided that he seemed to have discovered a new continent, so he quickened his pace and walked around the stone statue.

Behind the statue was the palace, which looked huge when viewed through the wind and snow, and when approached, it almost doubled in size, and Woracan wondered, he could not understand why this was so.

The square palace, the whole building is slightly sunk into the earth, the snow has buried half the height, there are no openings around it leading to the palace, the square appearance is made of untreated gray boulders, the surface is uneven, cracked, but the joints between the boulders are not the slightest crooked and twisted. Obviously, this was to prevent tomb robbers from encroaching on the tombs of the former kings.

That's enough, Woragon smiled bitterly in his heart, how could there be tomb robbers in such a frozen ghost place? He walked around the palace with a little disappointment, and found nothing strange, except for the wind and snow that slapped on him, there were still cold stones and a bone-chilling wind all around. He found a place to shelter from the wind and snow and sat quietly, reminiscing about the ever-changing history and admiring the great achievements and enduring legends of the previous kings. But time has not kept anyone, and the fact that he was once admired and loved by countless people is now buried in this isolated place cannot help but disappoint Voragon greatly.

He got up again and walked away from the tomb of the first king, and sat down beside a large tree very close to the stone statue. The thick snow above his head served as a bulwark against the cold wind, and he clasped his cloak tightly and curled up under the roots of the trees, revealing only a pair of slightly open eyes, and probing the snow-white world up and down, the air exhaled from his mouth condensed in front of him with a cold transpiration mist. Everywhere he looked, he was filled with a blinding white light, and Ormond once said to him, 'If the world before us is white, it is not without the difference between the darkness of the fingers, black and white, but closely connected, and we are in it, and we are constantly measuring the difference between the two.' This may seem difficult to understand, but it does correct Voraghan's situation at the moment. He squinted his eyes and wandered between the dry gray trees and the snow, lest he lose his sight.