A hundred years ago, a group of orcs inadvertently fled to Razor Ridge in order to escape the war, and since then they have lived in seclusion here, without fighting with the world. The predecessors of the pen and the fun pavilion www.biquge.info walked all over Razor Ridge and found several mysterious places, full of various dangers, once entered, most of them have no return. These places, which are listed in the forbidden area, are passed on by word of mouth to warn future generations.

Stormstorm Canyon is one of the forbidden places.

Storm Canyon is located in the north of Rock Village, in the very center of Razor Ridge, and is covered in ice and snow all year round. In the depths of this canyon, I don't know what kind of danger is hidden, many orcs have walked in, but none of them have come out.

"Boy, I'm not telling a story to scare you. If you dare to go to Stormwind Canyon, cut down an ice crystal tree at the entrance of the canyon and don't go inside. "Blacksmith Tark 1510 explained the situation in Stormwind Canyon clearly.

Mondo sighed secretly, the orcs had never been so straightforward, and they didn't know how to detour or conceal it. Describe Storm Canyon so terrifyingly, change to a timid lumberjack, who would dare to risk it for you?

However, Mondo will not back down! cut down a tree, not to die.

In the summer, it took five days to walk from Boulder Village to Stormwind Canyon, but now it takes about two days to get there on a wolf ride. Once you go, you have to travel for about five days.

As soon as the two reached an agreement, Mondo scavenged the blacksmith for supplies. I have to say that the villagers of Razor Ridge are a group of poor ghosts, and they searched all the blacksmith shops, and only found a bunch of purple-leaved potatoes and a few pieces of pickled wild boar.

Mondo filled the two backpacks of the sitting wolf, estimated that it was enough to eat for more than ten days, and then rode away on Lisa.

"This kid is so black-hearted!" Tark smacked his lips in pain, but said nothing.

Mondo returned to the cabin first, and after calming the sitting wolf, he picked up his new battle axe and rushed into the Dark Magic Tree Forest.

This battle axe was really sharp, and in less than two hours, more than a dozen large trees had been cut down. His arms were also sore and weak.

He dragged his tomahawk home, roasted all the wild boar, wrapped them in oilcloth, and filled his sheepskin bag with medicinal wine. Then fill your stomach and quickly enter the shamanic soul realm.

Before dawn, Mondo had already woken up and was in the best shape again. The damage to the soul touch also completely dissipated.

This made him very excited, the shaman soul realm is indeed the best way to nourish the soul, as long as the soul is not severely damaged, it will not be a big problem.

Before the storm began, Mondo summoned the sitting wolf, packed all the supplies, and quickly headed north.

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The farther north, the more presumptuous the ice storm became, and the sky and the earth were vast, and only the roar of the storm could be heard.

In the midst of ice and snow, trees are becoming more and more rare, and under this kind of storm, no matter how tough the trees are, they will not last long, and they will be blown off sooner or later.

"If it weren't for the fact that my ability to keep out the cold has been greatly improved, I'm afraid I would have frozen to death. "Mondo rode the wolf between the ice and snow, looking forward to the snow, and looking back at the snow, the violent ice wind could sweep him away at any moment.

This area is all wild hilly areas, high and low, and there is no serious path. Only the frost wolf is the most adapted to this environment.

"Running in a snowstorm is also a kind of practice!"

Suddenly remembering Milga's words, Mondo grabbed the sheepskin bag, poured a sip of wine, jumped down and sat on the wolf, and ran wildly against the storm. Lisa sprinkled joy and followed around, for the frost wolf, this ghost weather was like home.

As he ran, he shouted the logging song, and quickly entered the state of boiling blood when he fell, and Mondo's footsteps were a little faster.

He went out before dawn and ran through the snow until it was getting late and the blizzard began to weaken. Majestic icebergs, soaring into the sky, seem to be close at hand.

The so-called Wangshan ran a dead horse, and Mondo decided to stop. Find a boulder, lean your back against it, take out the roasted wild boar meat from the wolf's bag, and tear and swallow it desperately.

In this kind of wild land of ice and snow, there is no hope of making a fire, and it is quite good to have a piece of cooked meat to eat. Mondo inherited the orcs' clumsy sense of taste, and even if he ate raw meat, he didn't feel anything wrong.

The storm has subsided, and the sky is full of stars.

Not wanting to waste any time, after feeding himself and sitting on the wolf, Mondo opened a snow den, burrowed into it, and then covered himself with snow, leaving only his nostrils to breathe. In the blink of an eye, he has entered the shamanic soul realm.

Lisa, the sitting wolf, also obediently lay on his head, curled up and fell asleep.

This is the dividing line between the warrior and the shaman, as clear as the climate of Razor Ridge.

Mondo had already made it a habit that after nightfall, the blood and qi converged, and the mood began to enter a state of tranquility, which was the beginning of sleep. He ran through the storm for most of the day, and his energy was as draining as cutting down the Dark Magic Tree.

In the second starry sky, Mondo finally stood at the foot of the iceberg, and looked up, the snow-white peaks of ten thousand feet high towered between the heavens and the earth, and between the mountains, there was a wide canyon.

"Storm Canyon, finally found!"

According to the guidance of the stars, this is the canyon directly north of Razor Ridge, and the night breeze seems to rush out of that canyon. It was late at night, and there was silence between heaven and earth.

This is the world of ice, with icebergs on both sides, which are eternal. Even the ground is a white, frozen place, spotless, leading to unknown places in the distance. Although the storm had long since subsided, there was still a biting chill in the canyon.

This canyon is so monotonous, everywhere is crystal clear snow white, and there is not a trace of life. It seemed out of place for him, a living man, to step in.

Fortunately, he didn't go far before he finally saw a forest. He had never seen such a strange tree in Razor Ridge for so long, the whole body was covered with ice, crystal clear, if it weren't for the leaves in the shape of ice crystals growing on the branches, these so-called trees would be more like ice sculptures.

"This must be an ice crystal tree, as Uncle Tark described. Mondo was overjoyed, the leaves of the ice crystal tree were like crystals, and they were very recognizable.

He took off his cowhide gloves and gently stroked the crystal trunk, feeling the biting cold and hardness. The leaves, like amber, are very clear in the texture. This tree is a work of art that cannot be destroyed.

However, the promise of the Tark blacksmith must be fulfilled. Without hesitation, Mondo raised his tomahawk and slashed at the trunk.

"Bang dang!"

There was a loud sound of gold and stone crashing from the silent canyon, the echo was long, and Mondo's hands holding the axe were numb, this tree was not ordinarily hard!

Mondo thought about it and decided to give up logging for the time being. This hellish place is so quiet that people panic, who knows if the sound of logging will attract some unknown existence.

It's called the forbidden place of Razor Ridge, so it's better to be cautious! Mondo walked out of the canyon and found a random place to sleep.