As far as the eye can see, there is an endless field of snow, and the wind blows so hard that the snow flakes dance in the air like torn cotton wool.

Hei Lang ran in horror in the snow, but the snow was so thick that he was stuck in it with every step, and it took several times more physical strength than flat ground.

A group of snow wolves were following him from a distance unhurriedly, their eyes radiating a dark green light, and their eyes were as cold and greedy as this snowfield, they had been hungry for a long time.....

They are very patient, they don't waste a little energy, they don't take unnecessary risks, and they wait quietly for their prey to gradually lose their energy, so that they can get food without much effort.

But if you feel that their combat effectiveness is not strong, the sharp teeth and the bite of the wolves that cooperate tacitly will teach every arrogant person to learn to be in awe.

They are the undisputed top of the snowy food chain.

Hei Lang finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell into the snow, he had no strength, and the clothes on his body could no longer stop his body temperature from passing, he fell in the snow, feeling that his life was about to come to an end.

He didn't seem to be reconciled, clutching the snow and trembling and trying to get up again, but his body was so heavy that he couldn't get up at all.

He is a human after all, unable to resist the forces of nature.

The wolves around them also quickened their pace at this moment and prepared to get closer, the hunger in their eyes was almost gushing out, and the fragmented steps were like the steps of death.

"Knock~Knock~"

At this moment, the tremor of the earth gradually spread to his body from afar, and Kuro struggled to raise his head, open his heavy eyelids, and look in the direction from which the tremor came.

The wolves that gradually surrounded them were obviously a little more restless, and they walked back and forth restlessly.

Something even scarier than them is approaching......

Eventually, with the wolf king's hiss, they abandoned the prey they had been following for a long time and fled into the distance.....

Hei Lang's pupils widened slightly.

With the smoke gushing, a giant beast shrouded in a blizzard gradually revealed before his eyes, as if it had been forcibly pieced together from a pile of wood and iron, with no aesthetics to speak of.

Regardless of whether it can move or not, it is already incredible that such a structure can maintain its form.

At the front is a large steel smiley face with a red tongue composed of machinery.

Below, four mechanical feet, somewhat like chicken feet, alternately move forward, and the mechanical feet are very slender compared to the things they support, and one can't help but worry about whether they can support the behemoth above.

The castle remained in a sense of imminent collapse, but it was very stable.

Helang also remembered the true purpose of his trip at this moment.

In the town where he lives, there is a legend circulating.

In the northern polar snowfields, there is a mysterious wizard who is handsome and magical, lives in a strange castle and feeds on the hearts of beautiful maidens.

But no one has ever seen the hero of this legend, because he lives in the northern polar regions, a desperate and icy snowy field, a dead place that has swallowed the lives of countless adventurers.

The castle was perched beside him, and its gates were opened, seemingly waiting for him to enter.

Up the stairs was an open door, and Heilang could see the warm stove and the food inside.

Out of nowhere, he got up from the snow, and he walked into the room, and as he entered, the door behind him closed automatically.

Compared to the cold outside, this room is warm and comfortable,

When I opened the door and walked up a short staircase to the wooden floor, the smell of decay in the room was strong.

The first thing that catches your eye is the fireplace in this room, and the orange flame burns brightly on the hearth.

Looking at the structure of the hearth, it should also be used as a kitchen counter.

However, the most eye-catching thing is the man sitting in front of the flames.

He was dressed in an overcoat, had short thick hair, and was quietly roasting on the fire.

The high bridge of the nose reflects the firelight, as if it has been coated with a thin layer of glaze.

"Hello." Heilang asked tentatively, "My name is Heilang, thank you for saving me." ”

The man didn't look back, but was silent for a moment.

"No thanks, I'm just passing by."

He lifted his hand and pointed to the red couch on the side.

"Sit down and have a fire, your body is stiff."

Hei Lang reacted, and sat down on the sofa a little nervously, the sofa seemed to have been sitting for a long time, the color was very dark, and there were some mottled black spots.

And the man added a stick of wood to the flame.

The snow outside the window began to gradually turn into a blizzard, the wind howled, beating against the window like a fire, a little ice crystals condensed outside the window, but the inside was warm as spring.

The flames crackled with the firewood, dispelling the chill from his body and the horror in his heart.

The man continued, "Are you here to explore this snowy field?" ”

Only then did Hei Lang remember the purpose of his trip.

He hurriedly got up from the couch, knelt down in front of the man, and shouted excitedly.

"Dear Wizard! I.... I would like to ask you to do me a favor. ”

The man turned his head and looked at him with some confusion, but he still said.

"I'm just an ordinary person, not a wizard."

But how could Hei Lang believe it, he continued to bow his head and say.

"I know what it takes, I'm not a beauty, but you can take my heart!"

The man's expression was even more confused, but fortunately, Hei Lang didn't look up at all, so he didn't see his expression.

Soon, he reacted and accepted the setting.

After a pause, he continued.

"So, you risked your life to cross the snowfield alone just to beg me to help you?"

"Yes!" Hei Lang rested his head on the ground, trembling with fear, "This is the only way I can think of, that person is a nobleman, and his power is too great. ”

"It sounds like a cliché."

The man thought for a moment, then continued, "I have some questions for you, and if you can answer them, I might consider them." ”

Hei Lang looked up, a glint of hope in his eyes.

"Okay, you ask, I'll answer whatever you want."

"Which country does this snowfield belong to, is there a king, and if not, what kind of government exists?

What about the rest of the world? ”

A series of questions made Kuro a little puzzled.

It's not that it's too difficult, it's too basic.

Even people in remote northern towns know at least the name of their country and some basic history.

However, according to legend, the vast majority of wizards are knowledgeable people, and the temperament and demeanor of the person in front of him are definitely not some uneducated illiterates.

Or....

Hei Lang seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help but ask.

"You..... How long have you been here? ”

"Not long after, I just came here." That's humane.

It didn't take long....

Heilang confirmed his suspicions, because the legend of the Snow Mage had been circulating in his town for at least three or five years.

And three or five years is "not long" for the person in front of him, which can only show that his time scale is not the same as the time scale of human beings.

He must have lived in seclusion somewhere for a long time, maybe even a hundred years, Heilang guessed.

After a pause, he began to explain.

"This snowy field is uninhabitable for human habitation, almost no man's land, with no country to belong to.

But a little further south, there is the small town of Romir, which is part of the Britannian Empire. ”

"Britannia?" The man whispered softly, he really knew the name, or rather, it should be another pronunciation familiar to most people: 'Britannia.' ’

"I remember the name, the Italian name for the island of Britain in the Roman Empire."

Heilang looked at the man, thinking to himself.

Roman....

He had to be at least from the Roman Empire.

In that case, he should have ..... It's over a thousand years old.....

Hei Lang's heart sank slightly, and he continued to explain:

"It's the Roman Empire now, and the Roman Empire has been around for a long time, but the name does come from there.

Moreover, the Britannian Empire and Britannia are not even the same place anymore. ”