The wind is calling, and the yellow grass is all over the sky. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info yellow withered grass rose from the decayed surface, dancing with the cold wind of slaughter. This is a common sight in the vast grasslands of the northern land in late autumn and early winter.

When the winter moon approaches, the people living here have to face the embarrassing situation of withered grass climbing up their heads from time to time for eight out of ten days.

However, the northernmost ice valley of the continent is completely free from this situation. Because in the east and north directions of this place, there are tall and towering ice peak mountain ranges, which are blocked, and the wind is so far that it will inevitably lose its strength. Even the cold snap from the Far North Ice Sheet that was so severe that it was enough to eat away became less terrifying after crossing the mountains.

At the ends of the mountain range are two worlds, with snowstorms and snowstorms on the outside, but the valley remains green all year round, even though the temperature here is low at any time of year.

For this reason, in addition to the meadows, the green of the ice peaks and valleys is made up of hardy conifers, the most abundant of which are the shade-topped ancient pines that are common in the Northlands.

The ancient pine has its own wind bones. With its stiff roots, tall and straight trunks, deep green needles, dense but light wood, resistant to decay and moth, this plant, also known as the "tough guy tree", whose timber is recognized as the best shipbuilding material on the mainland, has led to a thriving industry in the Northland, cultivating a large number of nobles and wealthy merchants, and by the way, supporting an even larger number of common carpenters.

The name of the tough guy is not a casual thing, all the words you can think of that can be used to praise the strong qualities of trees, strong, tenacious, unyielding, tenacious... It can all be applied to this tall plant. Everyone who stood in front of such a tree had to raise their heads, give a thumbs up, and praise heartily, "It's majestic!"

The rows and rows of ancient pine forests are one of the most famous landscapes in the Northland, and the appearance of the slaughter is like an array composed of a group of elites in a hundred battles, and the straight trunks are the high-spirited bodies of soldiers, pointing to the top of the trees in the blue sky, and the uncompromising tip of the gun in the hand.

At this moment, in the valley of the ice peaks, the trees of this hard air are falling in pieces - this is because of the suffering, and a fierce battle is going on.

It's not quite accurate to say that it is intense. You can use it to describe certain actions of the warring parties, the impact on the surrounding environment, etc., but it cannot be used to describe the exact situation of the battle. In fact, it was an asymmetrical battle, with the warring sides extremely uneven in power, with one side exceeding too much for almost as much as crushing.

It was a monster, a terrible monster that raged at its best. Out of the earth came a man to his feet. It's shaped like a worm, like a snake -- of course, it's huge. The body seems to be one by one, and Guy is covered in huge rock blocks strung together, and if TC visitors see it, they will definitely think of the sugar gourd they had when they were young. The boulders are gray and yellow, and at a glance they are not ordinary granite, but they are still very hard in terms of the impact they express.

In addition to the hard, rough skin, another thing to be feared is the huge mouthparts. Surrounded by six symmetrically growing stout bladed tentacles, and inside was a round bloody kiss full of sharp teeth like a sucker, and judging by its appearance, cutting gold and jade was probably a very simple thing for it.

The monster's name is the Ancient Stone Worm, and its entire body is made up of this knotted body and huge mouthparts, and you won't find any other organs in it. You can think of it as a snake with a polyp's head, or a sand silkworm with a jointed body but hairless, well, it must be a huge body with a hideous face.

As for the exact size data? Sorry, that's really no one knows. The reason is that very few people can survive after seeing an ancient stone worm.

Relying on the advantage of the tone, the ancient stone worm is unimpeded to pass through the ground, so it is accustomed to suddenly jumping out of the ground, sneaking up on the target first, if it fails to strike, and then standing up like a poisonous snake, using the strength of the body and the advantage of the minions, sweeping, colliding, biting, and volleying...... If one set doesn't work, just do another set, and so on.

Outstanding defenses, fierce and fierce attacks (no wonder the heroic "tough guy tree" in the valley fell in pieces), heh, in a way, the ancient stone worm is more difficult than the dragon.

Therefore, you may have heard a lot of mysterious and magnificent dragon slaying stories, but you may never have heard of even a legend of killing ancient stone worms.

Suffering from this mysterious monster are two people, humans, one is a swordsman, wearing chain mail, an iron helmet, full arm and shin armor, holding a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, the standard swordsman guard attire, and the other is a mage.

Different from the gloomy image of the robe, the cape, the pointed hood, the withered wooden staff, the young human mage is dressed quite sunny and fashionable, without the wide hood that can cover most of his face, revealing a chestnut straight hair and a handsome face, a cloak around the neck that I don't know what kind of plush is woven with, the thick fur surface is sporadically but very elaborately embellished with a few gems that shine with a mysterious glow, the overall weave is extremely good, the pattern is simple but can not hide its luxurious atmosphere, not long, can only cover half of the body, so there is no sense of burden, on the contrary, it also looks quite chic and elegant。 Inside the cloak is a robe and boots of the same style. The robe was also not long, reaching only the knees, and perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it a coat rather than a robe. The knee-length leather boots are thick and elegant at the same time, with pointed toes, many intricate folds, and bright colors, like a luxury in the window than like a travel boot worn on the feet to climb mountains and wade around.

In this outfit, I can't find even the temperament of an adventurer, but like a noble son who takes advantage of the spring to call friends to the suburbs.

In fact, this young spellcaster named Frank Ashren is really a real aristocratic son, his father, Thurman Ashlon, Archduke Josephine, is the consul of the Dominion of Crescent City, one of the two major Dominions in the Northland region of the Republic of Gretes, not a powerful man, but definitely a big tyrant who leads the side.

But Frank wasn't the kind of loser he was as everyone imagined - as a student of an archmage, he had little time to do what he was supposed to do. Thanks to his education and talent, Frank is now not only a qualified gentleman, but also a promising young mage.

At the age of 24, being able to skillfully cast intermediate-level spells, and having faintly come into contact with the upper echelons of the magic net, is definitely a very good thing for a human mage.

As for the luxury of appearance, well, no way, it's completely a family factor, rich is capricious, and even teachers are hired with high salaries after careful selection, so how can they be stingy in equipment?

Finally, the question arises, why does a noble prince not enjoy the glory in the territory, but instead trekking in the wilderness, with few guards around him, so that when he is attacked by a mysterious monster, he does not have enough strength to protect himself, and he may die at any time.

If Frank had heard the question, he would have shouted, "I don't want to! It's all an accident!

It turned out that a week earlier, Frank's teacher, Archmage Osma, had decided to set off for Icepeak Valley to find several special materials needed for a spell experiment. The journey was not long, and it was a good opportunity to learn and experience, so Frank went with him. Along with him, there was also the captain of the Ashron family's escort team, Volkal, who was still fighting hard in front at the moment.

An archmage, a mid-level mage, and an elite swordsman, even if the outskirts of the Northland region are never very peaceful, there is no corner that you dare not go. In fact, the troubles along the way were solved by Archmage Osma, and Frank, who was so excited to try his skills, was bored that this situation was not changed until he arrived in the small town of Lomonville.

Archmage Osma visited, and in the mountains east of the town of Lomonville, there lived a good friend of his, whom he had not seen for a long time, and the archmage's thoughts were sick, so the task of collecting materials naturally fell to Frank.

Frank happily took Vokal on his way, he didn't think the rest of the journey was dangerous, and Archmage Osma thought so too.

Ice Peak Valley is a relatively clear exploration site, whether it is the terrain or the characteristics of several more dangerous animals and plants, it has been discovered by an endless stream of explorers, basically, as long as they do not die, intermediate mages can easily wade through this place. What's more, this is not Frank's first trip to Icepeaks and Valleys, he has had several successful experiences before, although all of them have been accompanied by his teacher.

Just when Frank confidently thought that the mission would be easily completed and that his first independent adventure would end with a happy ending, the unexpected happened.

If it weren't for the long-time Vokar's keen sense of smell for danger, the two of them would have become the nourishment of the ancient stone worm by now.

The gods are above, what kind of reason is this? Who is going to encounter a demon king-level creature on their first independent adventure? Even if there is, it shouldn't be at this time and in this place, let me meet it! Can anyone tell me why there are ancient stone worms in the ground of Ice Peak Valley? Also, doesn't this creature live dozens of feet underground and will not easily burst to the ground? Isn't it dormant for a long time, with only a few months of active time in a few years?

How did you let me catch up all at once?!

Goddess of Doom, I don't remember ever offending you?!

Well, no matter how heavy Frank's grievances are, and how noble his identity is, at the moment of bad luck, all dissatisfaction can only be swallowed with blood, and if you want to survive, you have to use all your skills to struggle.

The battle has been going on for more than ten minutes, the "tough guy tree" has been knocked down a bunch, and the ground is full of holes in the east and west, the destructive power of the ancient stone worm is really amazing, to be honest, until this moment has not been swallowed by the monster, it is considered that the two of them are lucky enough.

Frank had never hated rocks as much as he did now, and the usual inconspicuous things in nature were everywhere, especially the large, especially hard ones, and most spells didn't work very well against this old stubbornness, whether it was fire, frost, lightning, or force fields. Moreover, this bastard always loves to "bully", and he has to force you to touch the force with force, but usually, it will only be you who will be broken after the collision.

As a mage, the mage who should have used his wisdom to deal with the enemy elegantly is naturally disgusted by this powerful situation, but in addition to disgust, Frank also has self-knowledge, maybe there will be some genius companion who can kill this damn ancient stone worm, but it will never be himself, he only hopes that he can find a reliable way to escape.

The method is not to say that there is one, it needs to go through a careful thought process, and Frank desperately tries to calm himself down. The teacher said that calmness is the most basic quality that a mage needs to have when fighting.

He once again took stock of his own capital.

What do we have? Two people.

Uncle Vokal, the loyal captain of the Guardian is definitely a skilled swordsman, and according to the newly implemented grading system, he is even better than himself, but at this point, it is no more effective than a summoning elemental - it has nothing to do with strength, it is just a matter of style.

How can a three-foot sword stand up to a hard boulder?

As for yourself? hehe......

Frank smiled bitterly in his heart, of course, his own situation is the most clear, a mid-level mage, can do enough spells, but in the face of the ancient stone worm covered with a layer of rock armor, it really doesn't work, and even less that works is prepared in advance, until now, even if it is very particular about use, but the limited number can't withstand consumption after all, or it won't be long before he will be transferred from a middle-level mage to a low-level crossbowman - after losing his spell ability, Frank can only attack through a simple hand crossbow, the effect? Properly not ideal.

The cost is better than nothing! With these alone, there is no hope of turning the tables, no, leaving the market!

Is there really no way around it?, Frank pursed his lips and pondered, but his eyes involuntarily looked at the corner of the material bag.

"Fran! the monster is too powerful, it's not on the same level as us, and if it continues like this, it won't last long!When will Master Osma arrive?!...... Oh, damn it!" Vokal roared loudly, apparently no longer enough words to express his horror and anger. The captain of the escort team, although his superb swordsmanship could not be used at all, he still sacrificed himself to entangle on the front line and create space for Frank to cast spells.

Frank finished the incantation unhurriedly, and then waved his hand, smashing the last gravity spell into one of the ancient stone worms' bodies, and the sudden doubling of gravity made the ancient stone worms almost fall to the ground like a bird breaking its wings, and this time the attack was defused.

After taking a breath, Frank replied, "Dear Uncle Vokal, I hate to admit it, but I must tell you that the teacher's assistance is beyond my hope!

Vokal glanced back at Frank, his green eyes seemed to tell something called firmness, and after a pause, he said flatly, "Then let's die here together! Of course, I will die first!"

Frank was moved and opened his mouth to say something nice, but found that he couldn't. After thinking about it for a while, he finally made up his mind, and said to Vokar, "Half a minute! Uncle Vokar, please buy me half a minute to cast the spell." ”

"Good. ”

Frank pulled out the unique spellcasting ingredient from the kit and began to think about it diligently. He was about to unleash a high-level spell, the only high-level spell he knew but hadn't fully mastered, and he couldn't even remember the spells.

This spell has slightly exceeded the limit of his ability, and he doesn't even know whether it will succeed or not, but so what? Only one thing is certain now: if you don't fight, you really won't even have the slightest chance of survival.

The urgency of the situation did not allow for long reflection, and Frank only pondered for a few seconds, and then began to recite the incantation without hesitation.

The spell was very long, very difficult, and extremely awkward, and Frank never understood what kind of information those esoteric syllables contained, and what was even more terrifying, there were even several vague places in the middle of the spell!

Perhaps it was a blessing in misfortune, this mutilated spell seemed to have been remedied by Frank, anyway, as the last syllable fell, the casting materials dissipated one by one, and a huge dark red circle suddenly appeared 15 yards in front of the caster, and the spell seemed to have really been successfully activated!

Generally speaking, most of the spells involved in the use of magic circles belong to the spell system, and the one in front of me is no exception, to be precise, this is a high-level special spell of the spell system summoning subclass. Summoning spells, on the other hand, do not take effect immediately after reciting the spell, and require a period of continuous control after the circle is generated. Frank was so engrossed in it that he didn't care what had changed on the battlefield, and he trusted, trusted, and believed in Vokal, a true man who kept his promises, and would do his best to do it once he agreed to the request.

One second, two seconds, three seconds......

In Frank's bitter anticipation, the circle finally stabilized completely unhurriedly, without flickering, without spinning, just quietly "carving" on the ground.

The circle doesn't look complicated, it's about a circle and a pentagram inside, but the white space is filled with many mysterious patterns, and all the lines are dark red, so red that it has a violent and chaotic aura.

Ok!

Frank could even vaguely see a vague figure slowly emerging above the circle!

The young mage's heart couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement, and even his lips began to tremble with excitement.

Success! Otherworldly Gate succeeded! I successfully cast Otherworldly Gate!