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A new day begins.

Quintina opened her sleepy-eyed eyes and saw a vague figure standing in front of her. She rubbed her eyes, and the scene in front of her was finally much clearer. She saw Ian packing up the firewood, and the glow was tinged with a faint golden glow over his pure black hunting suit.

She looked down and saw that she was covered with an ugly coat. But this coat gave her a rare warmth, which made her so comfortable that she didn't want to get up for a while.

"So you brought winter clothes. Dennis looked at Ian with a smile, "I said why is your backpack so heavy." ”

"I forgot what I had been stuffing in my bag. Ian muttered, "I bought it a long time ago in the hands of an old Orion, it was a real Old Orion, who had been fighting a snow mountain hare all his life, and this dress had been with him for more than ten years." ”

"Would he have known that the man who bought his coat in the first place became a high-ranking hunter?" asked Quintina as she took it off her body and returned it to Ian.

"Come on, he doesn't even know what the hall is. Ian took the coat, "I think this coat should bring me some luck, just like I didn't die in the snowy mountains." ”

There was one more sentence that Ian didn't say.

Now I don't want to die here either.

They hit the road again. Today was the best day since the beginning of winter in the Yarman Forest, with the sun hanging in the cloudless sky, lazily radiating heat to the people in the snow. Even Colby was flushed, and Ian had been worried that he wouldn't survive yesterday, and now it seemed that his worries were unnecessary.

"If we do find the elves, then our names will go down in history!" Colby, who was in good spirits, took the rare initiative to talk to the people.

"Annals, Scarlet Thorns?" Ian asked, knowing the book.

"That's the annals of your hunters, and if it's us merchants, of course it's a continental general. Colby raised a gray eyebrow, "Only the best businessmen can carry their names and discoveries into that book." ”

Ian said he had never heard of the book at all, and in fact he hadn't read a few books in its entirety since he was born. When I was young, I played with it, and during the time I was wandering in Black Rock City, I didn't have the energy to read books. Therefore, even if he was a high-level hunter in the hall, he didn't finish reading the must-read book of the Scarlet Thorn Flower. He had heard a lot of the poems of the bards, and he wondered if their names would be written down in the poems.

"Brother Ian, do you remember Tim?" said Green suddenly, "Isn't his greatest dream to write a book?"

Ian was stunned, he had almost forgotten about this person, if it hadn't been for Green to mention it. At the bottom of Epilon Island, in Atlantis, the palace of the sea, a few of them almost didn't make it out alive. Before parting, Tim had said that he wanted to write down that experience as his Virgo.

He said that Vincent would be the main character, and when the name was decided, he would call him and his ship.

To be honest, Ian thinks the name is a bit silly and a bit incomprehensible. But Tim had his own ideas, and Ian remembered what he had said.

"I'd love to have you and me as the main characters, and write down our damn experience in its entirety. But is it possible? I don't even know what's going on, and you've never told me what you've done on the island. ”

Ian really didn't tell Tim about Naltimis, the king of the sea, because he didn't think it was necessary. Tim is not a hunter, so there's no need to get involved in this kind of thing. But without the link of Nartimis, all of Tim's experiences seem a little nonsensical.

"So I'm just going to use Vincent as the main character and record what he's been through before. As for our experiences underground, let's make it up, because aren't all novels made up anyway? ”

Ian wondered if he had finished writing his scrambled novel, and if he did, would his name appear?

Ian was still a little curious.

It's still a good feeling to be in a hurry while chatting, everyone will say something about what they have seen and heard, and will bring back memories of the past because of someone's words. The atmosphere was relaxed, and Ian focused on his feet and head, forcing himself not to care, that hungry stomach.

True, they have been without food for a day.

Ian gave the last fruit to Green, who kept shouting hungry. And he hadn't eaten for almost a day, and the canyon was only snow and dead wood, and other than that, there were only rock walls more than a few meters high on both sides. Food is a problem they have to solve, and without food, they will starve to death in this canyon before they can find the elves, becoming ice sculptures.

As a result, the conversation shifted from whimsical information to the pressing issue of how to solve the problem of food. When winter came, the snow covered the entire forest, and no living animals could be seen at a glance, and those who could hibernate went to hibernation, and those who could not go to hibernation migrated to the warmer places in the south.

Even the wild fruit they were about to eat some time ago didn't see it.

"Actually, you can watch your step. "Maybe there will be some little snakes or hares or some other that will freeze to death before they can find a place to hibernate." Their carcasses will be well preserved at low temperatures and will be edible. ”

Picking up the carcasses of animals that had frozen to death?

Ian thinks it's better to look forward to pie falling from the sky.

"Come on, if those animals had some brains, they wouldn't have froze to death here. Ian muttered, but despite what he said, he looked down, and from time to time he stretched out his foot to sweep the snow, trying to see if he could sweep out a dead snake or two.

Since he had his head down, he couldn't see the road and hit Dennis straight on the back.

"I'll go, what are you doing?"

Before Ian could finish his words, he was stunned the moment he looked up. He saw something so incredible that he didn't react for the next few seconds, and froze in place.

"I'm not mistaken. It was a few seconds before Ian spoke softly.

Dennis shook his head, his tone a little complicated: "Incredible. ”

What do they see?

They saw "hills" that suddenly appeared in front of them. The hill was covered with snow, as if it had been here for a long, long time.

"Twenty-four heads. Nicole whispered, "It's almost close to the total." ”

Ian was silent, quietly looking at the hills in front of him. At the foot of the hill, there is not pure white snow, but dark red cherry blossoms that bloom one after another. Ian saw the largest cherry blossom, and the color of the flower was so intense that it was as if the painter had used the most ink to paint the cherry blossom.

Of course, this cherry blossom is not painted with ink, but with blood.

The mammoth king and his people were lying quietly in the snow, like hills, and on the snow were cherry blossoms in full bloom.

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