On this dark night, it was difficult to find something on the top of a stormy mountain. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoSonny held the torch and cautiously explored his way with thick branches, lest he be carried into a bottomless hole, scrape his arm, twist his ankle and even his neck.

As he progressed, the trees thinned and the ground began to be covered with snow, and his steps were small for fear of missing anything that might appear.

The cold wind sighed among the trees, blowing tiny particles of snow onto his face. Cold, unbearable cold. Sonny feels like he's wearing nothing. He held the torch, and the flames rose upwards like pale orange silk, through which he could see the darkness in the distance. But the torches seemed to burn out soon, and then he could only illuminate his surroundings with a magical fireball, but it didn't last long.

Gravel, rotting leaves, withered grass, stalagmites, dead branches, wooden blocks, cloaks...... Cloak Sonny took two steps back, looking at the corners of his clothes exposed in the snowdrifts.

When the torch came up, he realized that it was indeed the corner of the cloak. He plunged the torch into the soft snow, and with his frozen and unconscious hands, he pushed through the layers of snow, and saw the corpse of a brother. He was as hard as a stone, lying flat in the snow, holding a stone as hard as his body in his hands, his eyes were serene, and the corners of his mouth were as heartfelt as Toller's.

Sonny gave the brother a rainforest-style funeral - folded the corpse's hands on his chest and did nothing. After the funeral, the torches were extinguished.

"May the path of the Shenyuan no longer be dark, my brother. He recited the eulogy lightly and waved his hand to summon a tumbling fireball, which was re-illuminated.

Searching for the path he had just taken, Sonny continued his search to the cliff, then turned to the other side, and passed through a labyrinth of stone pillars and stalagmites to a bleak cave entrance, with the sound of gurgling water, but ten paces away was a dead end. By the light of the fireball, he saw that it was a wall of white and rose-colored flowstone.

Confused, he turned around and turned back along the road, only to find a black hole under a protruding and damp stone. He knelt down to listen, and saw that the faint sound of water was coming from the cave.

Sonny had to climb dozens of steps to reach the open hole. It took a while for his eyes to get used to it when he got up again and summoned the fireball again. There was a small waterfall in the cave, and the water flowed down from the gap between the rocks into the wide black pool, and he threw the fireball, and saw the orange and yellow fires leap on the pale green water, and then extinguished.

Could it be that there really isn't anything here? Mother read that the ancient book was wrong?Or did someone come here a long time ago and took it away? Or did I miss something and didn't find it? No, I've been careful enough, although the dragon peak is wide, there is nothing on the ground except rotten leaves and gravel, and if it was daytime, it would only take ten minutes to find it, not to mention that I was the only one. On the way out of the cave, he kept thinking.

The wind seemed to subside a little, and he summoned the fireball again, trying to search the peak more closely. It's so cold, it's really cold, Sonny has never felt that the fire is hot, even if he fully puts his hand into the flames, his skin and flesh will not be hurt by the flames, but when he finds out that there are colder places in the world besides the Ramo Ice Field, he realizes that this is not an advantage at all.

Another fireball is extinguished, and the next one will be extinguished soon. I'm so cold, so tired, my bones are falling apart, he thought. There wasn't enough food, there were sturdy horses, a map for the return trip, nothing, and even if we found it, we were left with only four of us, would we be able to make it back to Sumer alive?

No, he was wrong.

The branches of the huge green pine tree moved at a moment's behalf, shaking down the heavy snow above it with a muffled "fluttering" sound.

"Sercy-sama, is that you?" Sonny spun around and the fireball moved with it, mirroring the giant tree and casting a long shadow behind it.

"Lord Lawrence?" he called again, staring at the wet snow that kept falling.

After a long time, two front hooves emerged from the darkness, as if they were the horses that repaid the favor. Sonny was relieved for a moment, until he saw the whole body of the thing—ten feet, or twelve, or fourteen feet tall, covered in a layer of hoarfrost, like frozen sweat, and black intestines dragging down from its cracked belly, and beyond that, it was a human body, with old wrinkles on its ice-like cheeks, and two elk's antlers standing above its head.

Sonny let out a whimper deep in his throat. He was frightened, afraid that he would pee his pants, but there was a chill in his body, a violent chill, which froze his bladder tightly. The deerman, wrapped in snow and ice, walked slowly, stopping a few feet away from him, standing tall in the snow. Its limbs were as slender as a sword, as white as milk, and unwrapped in fur. It wasn't until he got closer that Sonny realized that the four legs had no flesh at all, but frozen bones like ice crystals, and even on the way, he didn't step on the ice of the new snow at all.

"You...... You ......" Sonny didn't know what to say, he just wanted to stall for time, and at the same time reached for his scabbard, which was empty, and then summoned two huge fireballs, which were immediately illuminated as if it were day.

"Get out of here!" he stumbled, and one of the fireballs floated forward against the snow. "Get out of here, or I'll burn you!" he threatened with another fireball in his hand.

The Snow Deer Man's eyes glowed with an eerie blue light. It looked at Sonny, the corners of its eyes shuddering, and the ice crystals wrapped around it made a small cracking sound. In the next second, it pulled out a giant bone ice sword about six feet long from its cracked abdomen, and the ice-blue blade swept through the fireball, making a sharp sound like a needle stabbing Sonny's eardrums.

The fireball that floated ahead was extinguished. Until then, Sonny's control of fireballs had been limited to attacking animals or using them to make fires, and he had never used it to fight humans or monsters, and he suddenly didn't know what to do with it.

As he trembled and retreated, another fireball in his hand was extinguished by fear, and then turned into a wisp of black smoke carried away by the wind, and the surrounding area suddenly became a darkness, and together with the eyes that shimmered with a strange blue light, it approached him, and kept approaching.

"Sonny!!"

He looked back and saw Uncle Lawrence limping away, the pitiful torch in his hand flickering and extinguishing. "No...... No, get out of here!Lord Lawrence!!"

It seems to be a step too late. The Snow Deer's sword struck at the flames like lightning. The ice-blue blade swept through the flames, letting out a roar as sharp as the wind again.

In the blink of an eye, the head of the torch was cut off and tumbled into the deep snow, and the flames were immediately extinguished, leaving Lawrence with only a piece of stick left in his hand. He cursed and threw it at the monster, and at the same time, the bone sword, covered in ice and snow, attacked again.