"That's what it is...... The Corridor of Light?"

Claude and the others passed through the portal and entered a snow-covered ...... Directly in front of the portal is a circular platform surrounded by twelve stone pillars, and in the distance, rolling peaks are covered with snow, rising and falling to the horizon.

When Ogray, who was standing at the end, left the portal completely, the water-like force field in the door suddenly disappeared and disappeared after a violent flash, and there was no reflection in the hollow door frame.

"Hey......" Orgert hurriedly turned around, his hand easily running through the arch frame, touching only the cold air.

"This ......" Ogrey was dazed, stupidly stunned.

Sivir examined his surroundings and reassured, "Forget it, it seems that this gate does not set a route back. ”

"I didn't expect this to be the Corridor ......of Light," Lucian said, "It's a bit different from what I imagined." According to his hypothesis, the cloister of light should be a place covered in warm sunlight. The birds are singing and the grass is vast to welcome the arrival of the victors. No matter how bad it is, it shouldn't be a land of ice and snow, you must know that in the entire Eastern Continent, only the northern realm is synonymous with cold.

The dim sunlight in the distance was drowsy, and it was becoming more and more difficult to maintain its current height on the other side of the mountain.

It was getting late.

"Looks like we're going to have to find a place to hide. Sivir faced west and smiled helplessly, "The light of this setting sun can't last long. Once it has completely fallen, I'm afraid we'll be greeted with a pitch black night. ”

Claude nodded in agreement, but still asked, "You won't use some...... Is it magic? The kind that can make light. ”

Sivir shook his head and said, "I'm afraid not." The kind you're talking about is mostly fire elemental magic, and I don't have that ability....... Besides, I'm in terrible health right now, and I'm exhausted from the previous fight. ”

"Okay, then we'll have to pick things up. Claude said.

The undulating mountains connect one mountain peak after another, and this platform is one of countless high points, and the only way out is a chain bridge in the middle of the twelve stone pillars. The chain bridge swayed and creaked in the valley wind. The wooden planks that covered the chains were already in tatters, and the heavy ice was sealed on the surface, allowing Claude and the others to barely pass through.

If luck gives them the worst chance, it is from the scorching heat of the flames to the bitter cold. The four of them no longer spoke much, and the previous dry mouth had long been ignored by the trembling body, and what remained unchanged was the physical strength that had reached the limit more and more.

Among them, Claude is the only one who has no sense of discomfort, his steps are steady, and he is more energetic than the other three.

"You...... Isn't it cold?" Lucian asked, even his voice shuddering.

Claude replied nonchalantly, "yes, yes." ”

O'Grey sighed with emotion: "Boy, I didn't expect you to have such a talent in the hardy field. Not even the fur of the beast spirit could stop such a harsh environment. ”

"But then again, how could the Corridor of Light be like this?" said Orgray, dissatisfied.

"Maybe the guy who created the Jedi Illusion was particularly fond of such an environment?" Claude quipped.

"Ladies and gentlemen......," Sivir interrupted the conversation of several people and said solemnly, "Maybe we didn't reach the Corridor of Light at all?"

"What? it can't be!" Orgray questioned, "that's what you said, and through the portal is the corridor of light. ”

"Yes. That's what I guessed, but I'm sorry, I may have guessed wrong. Sivir said blandly.

"We've defeated the Firefiend!" Orgrim was unyielding.

Sivir reluctantly added a sentence that silenced everyone present.

"But we didn't go through the Valley of the Flame Demon. ”

Ogray's irritability wasn't for nothing, getting lost in a millennia of magical illusions? If you take one wrong step, the consequences are unimaginable.

O'Grey couldn't help but stop, his face dead. Mixed emotions roamed over his face, and he even became irritable to breathe because of the restlessness. Lucian and Claude's faces were not good-looking, and their previous joy was shattered by Sivir's words.

"So, where is this?"

After a long time, Claude broke the silence.

"Northland. Sivir's gaze cast aimlessly into the distance, "If we are still in the Eastern Continent, then this is probably the Northlands." ”

Northland. The place, although far away, was not new to them. The general name of the snow-capped mountains in winter has been north, and the wild land that no one cares about in the Eastern Continent. This lifeless land is something that almost every person in the Eastern Continent is extremely reluctant to mention, and even the northern fortresses conquered by the Wangcheng army three times are thousands of miles away from the real northern land. Four candidates for the succession are too small for this place.

"You should be able to barely survive the night. ”

Claude pointed to a bulging boulder not far away. The stone was tens of meters high, tilting at an incredible angle in a certain direction. The underside of it, though covered in thick snow and ice, is a sheltered place from the wind.

The crowd walked in silence towards the place. Ogeri collected some branches along the way, but it took a lot of work just to clear the snow from the branches.

By the time they had settled down, it was completely dark. There was not a single starlight in the great sky, and there was no sight except for the bonfire that had been lit.

"So, talk about your plans?" Orgray said to Sivir, "North, huh, you mean we're out of the Jedi, right?"

Sivir stared at the campfire, the wounds on his arms from the burns covered in blood-colored frost, slowly turning into liquid at the temperature of the fire, and white and yellow pus running down his arms.

"No, I'm not sure. ”

"Is it possible that we've moved to another point of departure in the Jedi Realm?" asked Lucian tentatively.

Sivir shook his head thoughtfully, "Anyway, I don't think we can use death as a way to end the illusion anymore. I'm even beginning to wonder if the experience in the Valley of the Flame Demon is real.

"I mean, maybe we've left Jedi early in the morning. You may think my words are ridiculous, but I have this premonition, a very bad premonition. But for this to happen, there must be something wrong with this spell. Oh...... I can't figure it out myself, I can't believe that the power of an ancient mage could be shaken. This is ridiculous. ”

Sivir looked at the ground sullenly and said no more. This made the atmosphere freeze for a while, because she was talking about topics that none of the people in the room could have imagined.

"Will it ...... If you're at your guess," Claude tried to explain, perhaps it could only be self-consoling, "the magic has indeed changed, so we're at a different starting point? We just didn't make it to the Corridor of Light!"

Although this kind of rhetoric is immature, it still gives everyone a glimmer of hope after all. O'Grey looked up, but his eyes glinted brightly. Lucian couldn't help but echo "It must be so" and "We'll wait until dawn to get through this snow", and even a smile bloomed on Sivir's serious face, although he laughed and scolded "childish thoughts", but it was clear that she also had such fantasies.

Seeing that everyone was gradually getting rid of their confusion, Claude was relieved, stretched out relaxed, and leaned against the wall to lie down slightly. This way, too much physical energy was consumed. Beside him, Sivir was closing his eyes and recuperating, and Lucian was already asleep. The sleepiness gradually swept in, but he just wanted to close his eyes, and a pungent fishy smell instantly dispelled his growing sleepiness without a trace!

"Something?"

Claude sat up in shock, and O'Grey, who was sitting across from him, apparently smelled the smell as well.

"You two...... What's wrong?"

Lucian rubbed his sleepy eyes, unsure of the strangeness of the two. In the midst of his lazy words, Sivir grasped the hilt of his sword.

"What did you find?" Sivir asked in a low voice.

"Fishy smell. The fishy smell of primitive creatures. O'Grey stood up, even baring his fangs.

Hearing this, Sivir quickly entered a battle-ready posture and said, "Primitive creatures? Could it be...... Icefield Snow Wolf?"

"Icefield Snow Wolf?" Orgory asked, "You know this kind of thing?"

"I've heard of ancient species hiding in the Northlands, but I'm not sure if they really exist. Sivir tried to move her arms, but the torn scar made her look unnatural.

"They're rapidly approaching us!" O'Gree reminded.

Hearing this, Lucian hurriedly got up, and was about to extinguish the bonfire when he was stopped by Orgray.

"Boy, wild beasts generally forage by smell. Extinguish the fire, can you handle it?" Orgert said solemnly, "Hold your sword!"

Lucian hurriedly replied "yes, yes", picked up his weapon from the ground, and waited solemnly.

When Lucian turned around again, countless glowing red eyes appeared not far away. The smell of rotting flesh came with the wind, and it was disgusting. They looked at their "prey" in groups, and their heavy and rapid breathing was incessant.

"Hey...... They...... Cannibalism?" Lucian's question seemed rather inappropriate.

"! Look at their formation, or they're here to keep you warm?" O'Gray scolded.

Sivir moved to the front of the four and sneered, "It's just that you are hungry and cold, you should be happy!"

Whew......

The wolf raised his head and shouted, and the wolves howled with it. Only the voice was slightly strange, and Claude couldn't help but feel creepy. Through the only light of the fire, those so-called "ice field snow wolves" actually faltered a little, and what was the smell of rotting corpses?

Illusion?

A feeling of great trepidation haunted Claude's mind. If encountering the Fire Demon is a complete fear, then at this moment it is extremely uneasy about the unknown.