Falling embers, ashes, scorched marks on trees, the smell of flames burning in the air, these are the traces left by demons. Since the last time he parted ways with Abdul-Jabbar, the demigod Tyrese has been chasing the trail of the Abyss Lord alone, and the purpose of the demigod is the same as that of Abdul-Jabbar's party, the goal of the demigod is only one, to kill this evil creature from another world.

Moreover, demigods are demigods after all, and they are much better at tracking demons than a group of mortals like Abdul-Jabbar and Asalivan, and while Abdul-Jabbar and his party were still chasing the ethereal clues in the night woodland, Tyrese had already found the demon's footprints at the top of the demons.

But why did the Abyss Lord pass through here, and where did it go after passing through here? All of this is what Tyrese is puzzled about, as a demigod, Tyrese can't use God's perspective to cheat and check the traces of demons, so the tracking continues, and the investigation has just begun.

Night Forest.

"Alright, we're leaving, let's say goodbye here. Thank you for your hospitality these days. ”

After less than three days of spending time with the werewolf tribe, Jabbar urged Esharlivan and Gelman to set off, and the pursuit of demons could not be delayed, and for every day delayed, the hope of rescuing Raphael was slim.

As for the werewolf tribe, Jabbar didn't expect them to help at all, although everyone had a common enemy, but the wolf king obviously didn't want to go out to war, to annoy the demon, indeed, the Abyss Lord had passed through their forest, but that was a week ago, and it was just a hurried by, the werewolf guard saw that this demon with a burning flame was also carrying several huge bugs behind him, according to the description of the wolf king, Jabbar guessed that these giant bugs were the worm kings of various zerg populations.

"Be careful on the road, demons are not easy to deal with. ”

The wolf king Berbato sighed.

The enemy became an ally, when Jabbar first entered the forest, he thought he was going to fight with the monsters inside for three days and three nights, but then the plot developed so smoothly, werewolves are not an evil race, at least the werewolves in this forest are not, this is the conclusion that Jabbar and Asalivan have reached, but Gelman has a strong racial prejudice, believing that werewolves will always be a cursed species. It is also impossible for his mind to be perfected and restored to human sanity, but this is Gelman's idea, and Abdul-Jabbar and Esherlivan ignore him.

The road is long, in exchange for the previous life on the earth, this is travel, see all kinds of beautiful scenery, the customs of various tribes, the strange appearance of various terrains, if it is a trip, this is the perfect trip, but unfortunately not now, Jabbar and Gelman, Asalivan are doing a very dangerous thing now.

"There's a snow-capped mountain ahead. ”

Axalivan said, pointing to the scenery ahead.

On the third day after coming out of the night forest, the road ahead suddenly became steeper, and the broken path zigzagged into the mountains, and from the plains, the road for the next few days would be spent in the mountains, and the peaks were higher than the other, and at last it turned out to be an incomparably tall snow-capped mountain, and the whole mountain range was lying there, and it was almost impossible to get around, so that Gelman became a big bird, and carried two people there? That would exhaust this little virtue.

"Is there no way to go?"

This time, it wasn't just Abdul-Jabbar who was tired, but even Gelman didn't want to climb such a mountain trail again.

But there is no alternative.

"The trail of the devil appears here, and it extends all the way to the mountains, if it wants to deliberately throw us off, we can only bite the bullet, the snowy mountains...... It is estimated that it is difficult to walk there. ”

Asalivan said, the silver wine glass in her hand was greedily absorbing the residual warmth left by the demon, and the guidance of the ancient magic weapon would not be wrong, so the demon must have appeared here and gone to the mountains.

Michael Snow Mountain, the easternmost part of the Midmis Mountains, here is also the closest place to the East Outer Sea, legend has it that as long as you cross the Michael Snow Mountain, you can see the Eastern Ocean, the open sea, which is the best port to the land of overseas elves.

But for thousands of years, no one has ever crossed this mountain, it is too steep, and it is full of wind and snow all year round, and what is even more terrifying is that there seems to be a mysterious race of people living in the snowy mountains, legend has it that it is an Atlantan giant, an ancient man? Some say it is a kind of ape, which can reach a height of three meters? Snow monsters? In short, there are no real witnesses who can come back alive. And the demon chose this path, simply put, in order to get rid of the pursuit of the demigod Tyrese, as for Jabbar and Esalivan, the Abyss Lord does not care about it at all.

"There is no danger ahead. ”

Gelman flew back, and the druid turned into a giant eagle with wings that could reach five meters, which was really scary from the ground, but Jabbar was used to watching this thing transform, and it seemed that it could turn into any animal in the forest if Gelman wanted to. And Abdul-Jabbar asked him to travel this time, and he also asked Gelman to fly into the air to investigate the road conditions in front of him in advance, firstly to see if there was no danger, and secondly, to see if the road ahead was blocked or something.

Uncle Orc is smarter, at least smarter than any other orc in this world.

"Then move on. ”

Now that Gelman said there was no danger, Jabbar had nothing to fear.

"But ......"

"Say it quickly. ”

Seeing Gelman hovering in the air, Abdul-Jabbar asked directly.

"There's a village ahead. ”

Gelman shouted in circles. Abdul-Jabbar looked at his companion now, he was very unhappy, it would be great to be able to fly, and he didn't come down to speak, and he was very angry when he flew around in the air, right?

"What village? dwarf or elven or human?"

Abdul-Jabbar then asked.

"Neither, it looks like a giant. ”

Gelman finally got tired of flying, and landed in the open space in front of Jabbar and Esarivan with a pop. The raised leaves puffed and hit the orc uncle in the face.

"Giants, are there giants in this world?"

Obviously, this is a new species, and it has been ten years since Jabbar came to this other world, and he has not heard of any giants. Could it be that Gelman was mistaken?

"I just felt, because I didn't see the inhabitants of the village when I was hovering over the top of the woods, just the houses, which were tall and wide. I had a rough estimate that it might be as tall as a two-story elven cabin, and wide enough. Humans and dwarves don't have to live in such big houses, don't you think?"

In the face of Abdul-Jabbar's questioning, Gelman recounted the scene he had seen half an hour earlier.

Now Abdul-Jabbar was relieved, the house he lived in was only twice the height of the elf cabin, which means that this creature is at most twice the height of humans and elves, and judging by the proportion of the house and the comfort of the body, it should be less than twice the height, that is, no more than three meters tall. Coupled with the simple thatched huts they built, it means that this thing is a humanoid creature, maybe a branch of the human race, or a branch of the orcs, who did not live with the people in the center of the continent, and after a long time, they formed their own independent population, with their own unique bloodline. That's all.

"Snow Mountain Hunter?"

After a series of judgments and speculations, Abdul-Jabbar suddenly gave the creature he had never met an apt name. I just haven't encountered them yet, and I don't know if I'm friendly or hostile to myself? )