The four of them rode on a snowmobile made of buckets, and on the ice with no end in sight, the icy ice storm cut a large number of long, narrow and thin wounds on everyone's face like a blade.

If the route hadn't been designed in advance and the preparation was sufficient, once the magic power of the four people was exhausted, the white snow above their heads would be enough to freeze the four of them into ice sculptures.

The four men huddled under a mass of fixed fur formed a strange shape, triangular shape, and each of them was tied to the bobsleigh with a large number of ropes, like cargo.

Norton tied his position to the front, his hands holding his shield to form a small cover, blocking everyone in front of him, futilely resisting the fierce cold wind.

I don't know what I remembered, and kicked the bucket with a hippie smile: "How did you get the Sibo ore from Gargamel?"

Bucket's face darkened, and he didn't answer, but continued to drive the snowmobile with his head down.

Da Vinci, who was huddled between Victoria and Norton, looked depressed, and Da Vinci couldn't hold back: "Why don't you make a solid cab and blow it away."

Victoria took the opportunity to quip: "There are ores, why do you make an airship?"

The bucket's face is even darker, hating this kind of ghost weather, obviously the overall snowmobile is quite strong, and the wind pressure of the iron sheet and ice cubes wrapped around the frame will disperse as soon as it blows, and only one frame remains, but fortunately it can barely be driven.

A large amount of snow obscured everyone's vision, and the bobsleigh drove to a small cliff that no one had noticed, and after a few more steps, an empty cliff appeared.

The bucket tried desperately to brake, and the car braked, but the inertia brought by the power still pushed everyone off the cliff

The magic barrier began, and with five muffled sounds, four humanoid holes appeared in the snow.

The team that calmed down the blood and blood stood up resentfully, and collectively looked at the snowmobile that had fallen into a pile of tatters.

The bucket moved to the side of the snowmobile, and there was a bang, a terrifying cracking sound, and even the frame was scrapped.

The bucket looked at the expectant eyes of the three pairs of scattered items and spread his hands: "The snowmobile made of ice can't withstand this kind of wind pressure, and it can't be driven."

Norton touched the snow on his face and looked ahead, even if he fell off the cliff, there was still no narrow passage composed of mountains and rivers in front of him, there was still no shelter, and there was still an endless ice surface.

If you dig directly into the granite-like frozen soil under your feet, and then find all the materials for the bucket and make a snowmobile, it is estimated that the four of them will consume all their magic power and freeze to death here.

Norton thought embarrassedly, "The stove is not used, and the mine is only one piece, and it will consume the magic and physical strength of rest and recovery in the day." ”

After checking his back, he found a cave, and quickly called out to the bucket and Leonardo da Vinci who were still arguing idly: "Don't go, come in and hide."

Victoria leaned over and whispered, "We may not be able to get out, so we might as well wait here for help."

Norton looked helpless: "A thousand years ago, how did people live here?" I don't know if the map is biased or not, so we'll discuss it later. ”

The four entered the cave and sealed the entrance with animal skins.

The alchemical furnace where the Sibora ore was put into it had enough power to produce a very high temperature, and the whole space was as warm as Gargamel's house.

After being tormented by the storm for seven days and seven nights, the four people who were about to go crazy finally had space to breathe.

Leonardo da Vinci lay flat on the ground: "Why is there no place to rest here?"

A purple-black vortex appeared at the team's feet, and the team gradually blurred, leaving only its silhouette.

The bucket asked puzzledly: "I remember that this magnificent epic sense is the plot composition of the old man and the sea."

This time, Norton's face darkened: "It's Gargamel, that obsessive man has once again protected the Taiya Continent, and we are going to subspace."

Leonardo da Vinci twisted his face and looked at his silhouette.

Victoria picked up Leonardo da Vinci and put it to her face as if to comfort her.

Norton: "When did we get on such a good footing?" Isn't it going to be after Gargamel? ”

The bucket slapped his belly: "We've spent that time, don't we owe a campfire story?"

Norton: "It doesn't feel like there's any need, the storm is enough." ”

…

The squad vanished, and once again the subspace began a chaotic, chaotic turbulence.

The orcs driving the farm machinery returned to the foundry in Frankfurt, whipped on by a large number of ghoul subspecies the size of Norton.

The elves also returned to their cells in Frankfurt for the people of the Wind Moon to choose from.

The magician turned back into a witch and said to himself angrily, "Why should I force a beard when men only have sorcerers?" ”

The king triumphantly took out the skull and carefully piled it into a hill.

The moon god and the giant elk were locked together, and the strong blood god hugged the giant elk and comforted him for a long time.

A large number of demons, ghosts, snakes, and gods began to plague the subspace again, in this distorted, disordered, and unruly space until the end.