On the evening of December 14, Calais, France, an important port in the northern region.

A cargo ship is docked at the dock waiting to be unloaded, and the sailor throws the cargo under the ship, while excitedly discussing with his companions where to go for a drink in the evening, and by the way, to see the chic charm of the Calais girl.

There was laughter on the pier, and the air was filled with the cheerful atmosphere of taking a break from work.

Joel and Sergei used the disguise of the illusion charm to quickly run down the ship, only to reveal themselves by a remote alley.

"Whew...... I'm going to drain all my magic. Joel was pale and crouched on the ground, his eyes blurred, and despite the rotting stench of the gutters around him, Joel didn't mind gasping for air.

"Joel, this is too risky......" Sergei was in a slightly better situation than Joel, he could barely hold on to the wall, "a whole day's illusion spell. ”

"After this deal is completed, I don't have to worry about my life in this life." Joel glanced at him, feeling a tearing sensation in his brain, "We can rest for the night tonight, and we will start speeding up our trip tomorrow." ”

"Where the hell are we going?" Sergey, who hadn't asked this question all day, finally couldn't help it.

"The Soviet Union."

"The northernmost alliance?" Sergei muttered for two seconds, "We're going that far?" ”

"Not far, you look northeast," Joel pointed out to Sergei, "through Germany, Poland, 700 miles away is the territory of the Soviet Union." ”

"700 miles," Sergey took a breath of clammy air, "okay okay......"

Thinking of the bags of gold gallons, Sergei compromised.

"You know Russian, don't you?" Joel stood up and suddenly looked at Sergei, "I heard your name like you came from the Soviet side." ”

Sergei was stunned for a second, "...... Well, my mother is Soviet, but I haven't been to the USSR, I can speak Russian but I'm not very proficient. ”

"Just say it."

On 15 December, Joel and Sergei entered Polish territory via Berlin, which had just been dismantled in the middle of last year, and they had unimpeded access to Eastern Europe with the help of the Illusion Charm.

On December 18, the two rushed to the territory of Ukraine, which is not technically part of the territory of the Soviet Union, given that Ukraine has declared independence in August this year.

Winter has arrived, and Ukrainians are still singing and dancing in the streets, their faces full of joy.

They were pitted by the Soviet government in the Chernobyl incident, and since then the Ukrainians have been hoping that the Soviet Union will die quickly, and the more painful the Soviet Union, the happier they are.

Joel and Sergei had previously used the stealth effect of the illusion spell to cross the borders of various countries by means of transportation, but the Ukrainian-Soviet border was heavily guarded, and they waited for a long time to find a gap and sneaked in stealthily during the change of guards, it was already the morning of December 24, and the next day was Christmas.

Entering the territory of Russia is like entering another world, the happiness of the Ukrainian people is gone from the Joel and the two, here only the solemn and stagnant atmosphere remains, the foggy sky makes it impossible to see the bright sun, and not far through the whistle to see a small village, which is lifeless and lifeless.

Joel suddenly felt a burning pain in his back, and he looked at the thick snow on the ground.

He hurriedly patted Sergei on the shoulder, and the two of them went to the hidden position of the village together.

As soon as he reached the snow-covered stack of wheat, Joel's illusion spell lost its effect, revealing his body in a thick black coat.

He gasped for breath, his chest heaved violently, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and he looked very weak.

"How are you?" Sergey took the initiative to ask.

Joel felt like someone was holding him by the throat, and he couldn't breathe.

He fell to the ground, his hands clutching his neck, and despite his efforts to suppress it, the cough came out, but fortunately the area was sparsely populated and did not attract the attention of the others.

Lying on the ground and coughing for a while, Joel felt a lot more comfortable, and Sergei gently patted him on the back.

"It's all right......" Joel rolled over, his eyes teary-eyed from the back-to-back coughing.

"Have you run out of mana?" Sergei watched as Joel wiped the wetness from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Hmm." Joel's muscles ached, he looked up at the foggy sky, and strong winds began to sweep across the Eastern European Plain, and the cold wind from the far north poured into his cuffs mercilessly, and his exposed skin was red from the cold.

Sergei beside him was shivering from the cold, and Joel had arranged most of the things properly, but they left England in too haste, bringing only two coats, which could not withstand the biting cold wind here.

Sergei and Joel had traveled 700 miles in 10 days, and the magic consumed by the Illusion Charm during the long journey was far greater than the amount of daily recovery, and even adult wizards rarely used such extravagant magic powers, let alone young wizards like Joel and Sergei, who were not yet fully developed.

Restricted by the magic in their bodies, they can't even use the Warmth Charm, and once their magic is exhausted, they risk being exposed.

"I don't have much magic left," Sergei coughed twice, and the cold wind blew, and a layer of hoarfrost quickly formed on his cheeks, "The illusion spell will probably last for two hours." ”

"How far are you from your destination?"

"It's not far off," Joel curled up his frozen stiff body under his robes, "there's only one big village on this border, thirty miles from the outpost we entered, and the target is there. ”

"How do you know there's a big village around here?" The stack of wheat was just enough to help them keep out the cold wind, and Sergei lifted the illusion spell and crouched on the ground.

Joel grinned, his lips shivering from the cold, and he spoke with a trill, mixed with the cold wind around him, and could float away like duckweed.

"I must have made a careful plan before I came here."

Joel didn't tell Sergei the truth, and this information was asked by him and Professor White's father, Konstantin, who had fled all the way west from Moscow to London, and was very experienced and knew exactly where to rest.

Sergei was shivering from the cold, and he didn't dig deeper, and when Joel regained some strength, he quickly pulled him north.

They must arrive at the landing point before the night falls, otherwise no one will survive in the wild when the night drops.

The two of them supported each other, and marched forward against the cold wind, the cold wind was pervasive, and the two of them wore a thick coat only to feel a chill in their hearts, and they looked at the vast expanse of snow, and they could hear the drum noise of their hearts when they walked in a hurry.

Cheeks, tip of nose, forehead...... It was all covered in a thick layer of snowflakes, and Joel felt that his limbs had lost sensation, and he was supported by strong willpower.

Wandering forward, the two teenagers turned into two small black dots on the vast land and stumbled into it.