An abandoned building in the wilderness, the collapsed walls have weathered, and the large and small hollows are covered with gray walls. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe north wind blew through the holes and carried away the dust inside, making a whining sound. A lame jackal curled up in a corner of the ruins, and suddenly he whimpered and rushed out of the ruins, and then stopped not far from the ruins, whining inside.

It was the jackal's lair, but the sudden alertness in its heart caused it to abandon its warm nest and rush into the cold wind of the wilderness. It was the instinct of the beast that drove it to make a choice, and though nothing had changed here as before, the lame jackal limped out of its lair with determination.

Not long after the jackal left, a dry hand stretched out from a dry well in the ruins, and he pushed away the rotting branches that covered the dry well, and crawled out of the dry well.

He was a skeleton, his bones the color of crystalline flesh, and his round skull was filled with a burning flame.

"What a seductive soul, full of energy. Who woke Abraz from his slumber. The skeleton's bones opened and closed up and down, and a screeching sound rang out from inside the ruins. The skeleton pushed open the decaying gates of the ruins and greeted the setting sun.

The wilderness was golden and the sky was a great sun, and here was the edge of the wilderness, where the eternal night had receded and the sun shone on the earth again.

The skeleton was bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, and there was a sizzling sound all over his body, and many extremely small cracks suddenly appeared in the white bones that were visible to the naked eye. The skeleton groaned in pain and let out a low growl, "What a painful pleasure, only sunlight can make me feel the truth of being alive." ”

But in the blink of an eye, the huge sun disappeared from the horizon. The red glow was like a burning flame in the sky, changing his color. The cracks on the skeleton's body gradually disappeared, and the color was much darker than before. Obviously, the afterglow of the setting sun had already done him a lot of damage.

Soon the ruins sank into darkness, and the jackal, which had not gone far, finally gave up, glanced at the skeleton that suddenly appeared, and whimpered and fled into the dark wilderness.

Morwritte had hardly rested now, his eyes wide open, the moonlit wilderness grey-white everywhere, and the cold north wind frozen the bare earth to a stiff one. When the heavy wagons pressed down, the stiff earth cracked into a white ice flower, a thin layer of ice formed by water vapor on the surface of the earth. The grey dwarves struggled to avoid the sunken ground, allowing the wagons to run fast across the wilderness. The moose have a lot of strength, and maybe they can make it back to White Rock.

From time to time, Blaney would come to Mowglitte's side and bring him a little dry bread or a bottle of rum. The nervous expression on the lord's face slowly receded, and not far in front of him was the Valley of Ice. As long as you cross the Valley of Ice, White Rock Town will not be far away.

"Is there any meat, gnaw dry bread every day, and there is no question in your mouth!" Morwritte took the white bread handed by Blaney with a bitter face. This is not the hard, black dry bread for the heavenly fire, this is soft white bread.

"Of course there is meat, there are a lot of materials of each kind brought back this time, and there are all kinds of meat, unless you are willing to eat raw meat, otherwise you will have to wait until you return to White Rock Town. Blaney was in a particularly good mood, and there wasn't even a minor accident in the convoy along the way, except for a natural fire. Originally, I also prepared a lot of parts to repair the car on the way back, but I didn't think it would be useless at all.

"Why don't you go and shoot a rabbit, and we'll roast it?" said Mowglitte, looking at his lord pleadingly, and with Blaney's archery, shooting a rabbit or two was not as easy as drinking water.

"No, I'm still a little worried. Blaney suddenly smiled, "When I get back to White Stone, I'll cook for you myself." How?"

Morwriet felt bitter and poured a large sip of rum, this time he had almost scavenged all the rum in Frost-Free City, and if he couldn't finish it, he could sell it in purgatory.

"Do you want me to open a bottle of champagne?" the lord was rarely generous, and now she could agree to anything as long as she didn't stop.

"Forget it, I still like rum, it's an authentic rum in Havana, and I'll sell it for two gold moles a bottle of wine like Purgatory when I go back to purgatory. Mowglitte said.

"Doesn't rum sell for a bottle of gold moore?"

"Angel mixed cheap buckwheat liquor into his rum because of that old thing, and I only found out when I got to Frost Free City. Authentic hava rum tastes so much better. Such a good wine, of course, has to be sold a little more expensive. ”

Suddenly it began to rain in the sky, the moon hid in the thick clouds, and the wilderness was filled with the sound of rain. The hard ground became wet and slippery, and Mowglitte draped the moose with a wide tarpaulin, which Blaney had prepared for a long time, and she had walked this road many times, and she knew very well what to prepare.

The adventurers drove the convoy into a small leeward valley and made the wagons circle in a way that was not only undesirable for the moose, but also easy to get lost. Several tents were erected in the open space in the center of the carriage, and adventurers rested in them.

Mowglitte woke up after sleeping for a while, and couldn't sleep anymore after tossing and turning in the tent, and the goblin Miki next to him slept hulahula, and he had been on the road without rest for the past few days, and everyone was tired. The crow buried its head under its black wings and cowered in the corner of the tent motionless. The fine sand fell through the small void onto the Annihilation Circle, emitting a faint glow. The gray dwarf opened the curtain of the tent and stepped out.

The rain had not stopped, and it was falling on the wilderness. A tall wooden pole hung from the roof of a nearby carriage with a dim lantern hanging from it. On the other side there was an identical wooden pole, and the lantern on it was hung by the gray dwarf himself.

Holding an umbrella, Mowglitte inhaled cold air mixed with water vapor into her lungs. The fresh air after the heavy rain was refreshing, and he began to patrol the carriages in a group, and now it was Blaney who was keeping vigil, and although it was not time for the shift change, Mowglitte decided to go and see how the moose were doing. Although these monsters are docile, they are still not safe in such a cold and rainy night, and if some moose are injured or escape, some of these substances have to be given up.