The winter in the four towns in the northwest is extremely cold, although the barbarians from the ice field said that this is nothing, but for ordinary people, every winter is extremely difficult, and it is commonplace for people to die if they are not good enough. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In fact, if it weren't for the harsh winter here, maybe there would have been more people running from the Gold Federation. Or perhaps it is precisely because the winters here are so harsh that the new arrivals can have a living space every year.

"It sounds reasonable, but I don't like it at all. Harman pushed his cart down the somewhat empty streets, with the bodies of several frozen dead on board, "I should have been a small merchant, setting up a stall or walking the streets or something. It turned out to be a ...... to clean up the corpses"

He muttered dissatisfied, but didn't have much of a complaint about the job.

After all, thanks to this job, he can at least earn money to support himself.

In this cold winter, you can eat food every day, even if you don't have enough to eat, it is considered happiness.

Not...... It would be nice to have clothes that are a little thicker!

The ground in the town was uneven, and the shoddy flatbed carts were a bit laborious to push, and the dead people on the carts were jolted and jumped from time to time, and the corpses frozen stiff by the cold collided with a dull sound.

"Come on, Haman, you don't want to be one of them!" said Haman to himself, "the coldest part of the winter has passed, and if you survive this month, you can continue north to the legendary playground! You can also learn a skill, and you can live a peaceful life......"

Cheer up with such self-soothing words. Or by laboring to generate some heat in his body, he survived the day. The point is to earn money to eat.

Compared to the day, the night is much better. There are no lords in the four towns in the northwest, and there are no laws prohibiting deforestation, so he has already stocked up on firewood in his home, and with the help of traditional kang beds, the cold at night is nothing to fear.

But when the next day came, a great difficulty lay in front of him.

"There is no need to pick up corpses today. The stout captain of the guard waved his hand and said lightly, "There are one or two dead men on the side of the road." No big deal. Accumulate it for two days and then clean it up together. ”

Haman wisely gave up his intention to plead, knowing that it was useless.

Who of those who froze to death and starved to death on the side of the road did not plead? But did that change their end?

Forget it, go get some firewood and come back. If you're hungry for a day or something, just endure it.

It turns out that being hungry in winter is really unbearable.

So every noon, he was already dizzy with hunger, and sat down in the middle of the firewood he had worked so hard to gather. I can't stand up anymore.

"It is said that all living things that die in the ash forest turn into bones and then into skeleton soldiers that haunt the night. In a dizziness of exhaustion, he smiled bitterly and said to himself, "I don't know when I become a skeleton soldier." What will it look like?"

“...... Aren't all skeletons the same?" came a little girl's voice.

Haman reluctantly moved his head, followed the direction of the sound, and saw a little girl wrapped in a thick robe. He was looking at himself curiously. And not far behind her, there were several young men and girls who wrapped themselves like zongzi. There was also a woman wearing an open-waisted shirt that was completely out of proportion to the cold winter.

"Uncle, what are you doing lying on the ground?" the little girl leaned in. Asked with a grin.

Haman smiled bitterly and replied, "If you don't do anything, I'm dying of hunger, or I'm about to freeze to death." It makes no difference. ”

The woman in the short shirt waved her hand, and a red light fell on him, quickly warming up his body, which was already frozen and almost immobile, and then she asked a teenager with a large backpack to take out some dough, and Harman burst out at a speed he had never seen in his life, snatched the dough, and devoured it.

It's soft and sweet, and there's a lot of oil in it, so it's very delicious to eat, and it's not easy to choke.

Haman ate a whole piece of bread as fast as the autumn wind swept away the leaves, but when he was about to eat the second piece, he was snatched back by the woman in the short shirt.

"If you eat any more, you'll kill yourself. Her voice was full of energy, and there was a feeling as if she could burn, "I'm Ferex, a magic gunner, and I plan to establish my own magic academy here, and do some city construction by the way." Are you willing to work for me?"

Haman did not hesitate for a moment, and bowed his head deeply: "The grace of saving lives cannot be repaid, please do not hesitate!"

"Don't mind. I'm not reluctant. Miss Ferex said nonchalantly, "It's not my style to take revenge, and whoever sees it will do the same thing as me." ”

Will anyone do the same thing?

Haman lowered his head, recalling more than one occasion when he had hurried past a starving man with food in his arms.

He felt small, as small as an ant.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the town of Pyroxene. Miss Ferex directly found a meeting place for the bigwigs who ruled the town, and she didn't know what she said to the bigwigs, anyway, when she came out, she already had the title of "Mayor of Pyroxen".

Does a great magician who is not afraid of the cold need to be the mayor of a run-down town?

Harman was a little confused, especially when he noticed that Miss Ferex's right hand was slightly stained with blood...... This sorceress seems to be a little strange in both her dress and style.

Miss Ferex spotted his gaze, smiled, and grabbed a handful of snow on the side of the road to wipe the back of her hand clean: "The people I have been fighting with in the past few years are all too powerful guys, so I accidentally forgot to control my strength when negotiating - but don't worry, there should be no death." ”

...... Did the magician negotiate with his fists? Haman felt that something was wrong.

"Haha, don't mind this little thing, let's go, let's find a place to build a house. ”

Miss Ferex and her students—the boys and girls who wrapped themselves in rice dumplings—arrived at Harman's house. It's an open terrain and close to the town wall, which is very convenient.

Then, the strange magician finally showed his ability to act like a magician.

She took out a gray wooden staff and pointed at the clearing, and the ground shook, and the earth, which had been frozen as hard as stone, rolled up like living mud, and built into the shape of a house, and then solidified again, and became the color of stone.

It seemed to be a drain, and when the house was finished, even the energetic Miss Ferex looked a little tired. Complaining about Harman's seemingly incomprehensible words, "Change-based spells are a nuisance," she pulled some bedding out of a small bag and told the students to set up their rooms, while she herself stood in the doorway, her fingers emitting flames, burning a line of words on the wall next to the door of the strange house, which looked like boxes stacked together.

"My calligraphy is good. She said proudly.

“...... Sorry, I'm illiterate. ”

"You don't have to mind this little thing, just follow it in the future. Miss Ferex's interest was not affected in the slightest, and she smiled and said, "This is the 'Isuka School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,' you should remember it carefully." Because from today onwards, you are an employee of our school!"

Once you have built your house, you will of course need to buy the necessary furniture. Miss Ferex sends Harman to take the students to buy furniture and other things that might be used, while she sits in charge of the school of witchcraft and wizardry.

When everyone was gone, she looked up and looked into the air where nothing seemed to be there.

"Your Majesty Void Kamene, do you think there is really any hope that this dilapidated town can be built?"

Sui Xiong's voice came from the empty air: "The so-called hope comes from despair, not to mention that this town has not yet reached the time of despair. With some time and energy, I think it will be possible to recover. ”

"But what is there in this town? ”

"If it's so easy to find the direction of revival, why should I invite you, a great magician from a businessman's background, to come out?" Sui Xiong said with a smile, "It's not difficult to find powerful magicians, but there are even fewer magicians who know how to operate and build." You see, the Mystic Tower Federation is so big, and there are a lot of legendary mages, but how many legendary mages can make their territory decent? ”

Ferex laughed because of Sui Xiong's praise: "It's also true, if anyone can do it, then I don't need to come here!"

She jumped effortlessly onto the roof, which was significantly higher than the house next to her, and looked around at the low, dilapidated houses around her.

"Maybe I should find a painter to paint this scene. She gestured a picture frame with both hands, circled the scene in front of her, and said with interest, "When my magic school prospers in the future, this painting can be used as a souvenir to open the eyes of those new students who have just entered the school, and encourage them by the way." ”

Sui Xiong, who was hidden in the air, smiled, and with a wave of his tentacles, a picture scroll made of special materials that were invulnerable to water and fire appeared out of thin air and floated in front of her. On the picture scroll, it is the town of Pyroxene at this moment.

A dilapidated town, the whole cast a depressed and decadent atmosphere, and even the guards seemed weak. Only the strange-looking square house on the edge of the town exudes a unique vitality.

"It's a good idea. He said, "Leave it to me." Every once in a while, I will paint the appearance of this town to leave enough souvenirs for you. ”

(To be continued.) )