"I'm not going to bring anything with me this time, except for acclimatization gear and a wand. Siegel said to Janet: "Don't worry, my real body is still in Myr City, and going to the opposite side is just a projection, and there will be no problem." ”

Janet bit her lower lip and hugged Siegel hard, burying her head in his chest. "You've always been adventurous, but is it only you who can go?"

"I'm the only one who has mastered the astral projection spell at the moment, so it's safest for me to go. Siegel stroked Janet's long hair, then patted her on the back, "Modestie isn't here, but my body is in Myr. If you are in danger, let Baron the Raven wake me up. ”

He ordered the spell barrier of Mir City to be put on alert, and then said a brief goodbye to Isaac, and then cast the astral projection to the crystal wall passage in the northern part of the city wall mountain range.

Without going into detail about how the Federation dug this passage, and there is no need to introduce all the layers of magic protection arrays here, even Siegel himself did not have the patience to observe the masterpieces of the protective mages in detail. The passage to the Top of Mora is represented by a giant amethyst, and it is said that the passage of the Starry Kingdom is a cloud of black smoke that never dissipates. The passage to the north of the walled mountain range is a pool of silvery-white water, reflecting much like mercury, but much lighter than mercury.

The federation only set aside just enough water for one person to walk through, and Siegel had to jump into it with a group. Without the blessing of divine power, the process of crossing this crystal wall passage was full of pain. The cold pierced his skin and penetrated deep into his bone marrow, as if it was going to freeze Siegel's whole body. His consciousness had become dull, his concentration on spells had difficulty maintaining, and even the astral projection sensed danger. I want to drag him back to his body.

Fortunately, the process was very short-lived. Three seconds later, Siegel was on the other side. All the discomfort disappeared at the same time.

It is an enclosed, bright cavern with countless ice crystals stacked on top of each other, forming an incalculable number of mirrors. There is a slight fluorescence on the top, bottom, left and right, and it should have been reflected and refracted thousands of times before entering this cave. A pool of silvery water was in the center of this cave, surrounded by shimmering icicles. Siegel was now lying on the ground next to the pool.

He shifted his body, barely finding space to stand, and straightened up as he felt a cold wind blow. It seems that the cave is not completely enclosed. There should be a gap between the icicles. He searched carefully, found the passage, vaporized himself, and left the cave along the gap.

Outside, there was snow and ice, and the earth and mountains, pines and rocks were covered in a thick blanket of snow. Looking in all directions, a gray blizzard blocked the view, and large snowflakes continued to shoot up from all directions. Although it is cold, the world of ice and snow is more acceptable than the heat and dust opposite the passage to the top of Mora. Siegel uses vision. It's a wilderness in either direction, so it doesn't make a difference where you go. He thought about it. Just in case, it still leaves a magical mark. It's easy to get back into your own world, just make a thought, or die, but if you want to bring something back, you still need to go through the crystal wall passage

The silver wire projected by the astral plane was still firmly held overhead, and after rising a few meters, it entered the astral plane. The goblins shouldn't be able to detect the silver thread, but Siegel still had to hide it with a spell. He then casts Transfiguration to transform himself into a goblin. He had never been able to see the goblins of the Earth, so he still looked like a goblin of the New World.

That is, he is now only a little over a meter tall, with thick black body hair growing on his yellow-brown skin. She has a wide face on her thin neck, a flat mouth that almost reaches her ears, a flat nose with nostrils pointing forward, and a pair of dull red eyes in her large sockets.

His clothes were deformed, and the "unphased environmental adaptation leather armor" became thick fur clothes, which makes sense in any world. Due to the long arms of the goblins, the sleeves of the leather coat hung almost to the ground, making it easier to hide their wands. Siegel adjusted to the condition of his new body for a while, and after finding his balance again, he walked with his back to the direction of the wind.

At least it's easier to work with.

It's an area that's below freezing all year round, and the frozen stiff ground is rocky like only those tough pines and cypresses can grow. Siegel cuts off a tree, and the rings inside are densely packed and tell the history of the past. It seems that the climate in this world, at least in this world of ice and snow, is very stable, with trees growing slowly year after year, battling the harsh environment.

Siegel chose to go in a direction with a wider spacing between the rings, as it was more likely to lead to warmer regions. He decided not to use magic for a while, so as not to leave traces that could be traced. The Federation's northern crystal wall channel is very important, and none of the preventive measures that can be taken can be sloppy.

Day and night, Siegel is constantly moving forward. Since the blizzard never stopped, he couldn't see the starry sky above him at night. Although he didn't carry a space bag, the key space that could be hidden by the dice could still be used, and he lived on the food and water inside. Three days later, at dusk, the blizzard finally stopped, and the pale orange sun hung lazily on the pine treetops, barely warm.

There was a crunching sound in the distance, and a few cries that Siegel didn't understand. He climbed over the hill and lay down in the snow to observe, where three goblins were dragging a sleigh pulled by a reindeer. They kept whipping the reindeer, but the heavy brown bear carcass on the sleigh slowed down their progress.

Siegel had a plan in mind, slipped down from the back of the hill, and overtook the direction of the three goblins in advance. He modified his appearance slightly, more like the goblins of this world, while taking on the appearance of frostbite, hunger, and weakness.

After a long while, the three goblins dragging the deer cart finally came over with a curse. Siegel raised an arm to signal to them, and sure enough, it caught the attention of the three goblins. Not yet aware of the language of the goblins of this world, Siegel simply let out a weak breathing sound, indicating that he was still alive.

There was no help, no caring gaze, not even a touch of the pocket on Siegel's clothes first. The three goblins surrounded him and cut Siegel's throat. After that, one of them tried to take off Siegel's leather coat, one tugged at his boots, and one unbuckled his belt.

Siegel gently spat out a syllable, "Fear!" The three goblins seemed to be frozen, completely incapacitated.

Only their eyes could still move slightly, and their brains were still awake. In their silent surprise and fear, they saw the goblin on the ground touch their throats and then stand in front of them intact.

Is this an individual case or a rule? Siegel is a little unsure. He had heard many stories of wicked people, especially pirates. Some pirates will choose to kill all the people on board in order to hide their tracks after catching up with a merchant ship. But even such a vicious pirate will reach out to the rescue if he encounters a shipwreck survivor. They fear that they will encounter a similar situation one day, so they are careful to maintain the final bottom line.

The bottom line of the orcs is lower, but they will also save people. After that, however, his belongings will be searched, or the value of the rescued person will be determined, such as whether it is worth the ransom. If the value is not enough, they will kill the person and abandon him into the sea. Siegel thought it would be an orc-like situation, but he didn't expect the goblin to come up and wipe his throat without the slightest hesitation.

In that case, he didn't need to hesitate.

He lifted the tawny goblin fingers, the dry, hard, cold skin of marble, four on each hand, and placed them gently on top of the first goblin's head.

The sound of a muttered incantation came from thin, wide lips, and the goblins could not understand its meaning, but could feel the power of fire within. Then the pain hit, and the four fingers on the top of the head were like red-hot iron rods, pressed down with the force of a mountain. The skin, then the skull, then the brain. He felt like a boiling kettle, gurgling and cooing.

The pain was unbearable, and the goblin's face was deadly pale, his eyes wide open, and he tried to struggle. But the power of the spell deprived him of the ability to manipulate his body, and at the same time deprived him of the possibility of escaping pain with death.

He can only die if the mage tells him to die. Until then, he must present everything he knows to Siegel. The Knox Guild's spells were overbearing and effective, but it took a few tweaks for Siegel to find the right entry point. He then began to read the goblins' memories and first learn their language.

The goblin language here is not the same as its own world, with more vocabulary and more complex grammar. There are so many words that you don't understand what they mean and need to learn more. And the longer the learning time, the more pain the goblins experience. Siegel stuck his finger in the goblin's brain from dusk until late at night, the smell of blood mixed with sparkling electricity against the horrific sight.

The other two goblins could only watch, unable to move, unable to scream, or even scared to pee their pants. Compared to this terrible encounter, the icy and snowy environment is lovely. The first goblin finally died from its wounds, so it could break free from under those four fingers and fall crooked in the snow. The other two goblins showed envious eyes: You are actually relieved, what should I do?

Needing time to digest the knowledge he had gained, Siegel decided to spend the night here. He scooped up flint from the dead goblins, then cut some bark from a nearby tree, kneaded the fibers and lit them, and set up some branches to make a bonfire. He found some moss from under the snow, reluctantly fed the reindeer, and then cut a piece of meat from the brown bear and roasted it on the fire.

The two goblins stood stiff, their eyes almost blind from the tears that flowed from them, and they could barely see the light of the fire and the dark shadows beside it. In their hearts, this dark shadow is the most terrible devil in the world.

Then, speaking in a very non-standard goblin language, the devil asked the question, "Who wants to be next?"

They scrambled to be the next one, because no one had the courage to see the horror again, and it was better to die sooner.

At least death will allow him to ascend to the stars and go to the temple of the star gods. (To be continued.) )