The whirring wind sounded in my ears, and the vast white snow was in front of me.

The wind beat on his cheeks, and Lance couldn't even open his eyes as he advanced at high speed.

But he had to hold on, squinting and carefully estimating the distance ahead, and soon, the rope had come to an end.

With two clicks, his feet on the solid ice, he looked down, and this time it was a bit of luck, less than ten feet from his feet was a flat field of snow.

So he loosened the grommet, and the whole person landed firmly on the other end of the snowy mountain.

"Thankfully, this natural forbidden demon field only prohibits the use of magical power, and the use of witchcraft equipment and demonic items is not disturbed. ”

Lance examined the sorcery arrows that had been dug deep into the ice—the ones he had designed specifically for climbing. At the tip of the arrow are three sharp drill bits, like a claw, plunging deep into the ice. Under the solidified magic, the arrowhead and the glacier are very firmly combined.

As always, an infinite amount of telescopic rope was attached to the end of the sorcery arrow, so that he could tie another section of the rope to a stone or tree on the other side.

A simple ropeway was built.

In this case, Lance and the others can travel high in the sky through the snowy mountains without the help of magic.

However, this method is very demanding for archers - fortunately, Lance is best at archery.

Soon, he waved to the snow-capped mountain opposite, signaling that the road was safe.

Ten minutes later. Old Miller and Trelet followed a similar approach, and landed firmly beside Lance.

Lance casually lifted the sorcery setting at the junction, then cut off part of the telescopic rope before asking:

"How's it going? It doesn't feel good to lose witchcraft, right?"

Trilaite nodded palely, and when he was gliding at high altitude just now, he even doubted that he would die under the vast snowy mountain because of a small mistake.

After all, ropes are not necessarily strong enough. At least there is no witchcraft to come safe.

Just want to move towards the emerald screen of the Drew, this is the fastest way, the young man has no other choice but to grit his teeth and persevere.

Old Miller gasped for breath. It's just that his expression is much calmer than that of Trilite. In the face of Lance's greeting, he loosened his button and said:

"It's okay, you should have meant, I almost forgot that I'm still a wizard. Although in those days of the Black Tower. Every day when I have nothing to do, I meditate and memorize spells, runes, and incantations. It's a pity that it didn't work. There wasn't even a single spell factor in the Black Tower, and my magic power had greatly declined. But there are also unexpected joys, and my mental strength is insanely long. ”

Lance smiled. He had long sensed that there was something unusual about Old Miller.

The eyes that came from Medusa were one thing, and so was his weirdly strong instincts—it could have something to do with his mental powers, or maybe some other abilities.

Trilaite stood there for a moment, her face finally turning a little bloody.

He coughed a few times and asked, "Where are we going next?Do you continue on to the next lower snow-capped mountain?Don't worry, I've adapted to this rhythm......"

Unfortunately, after Lance packed up the equipment, he just responded with a smile: "No, this time, we have to walk." ”

"Why?" Trillette wondered.

He pointed to a bunch of dwarf snowy mountains around him: "Wouldn't we have a quicker way?"

"It's a convenient option, but it's only suitable at high altitudes. Lance explained, as he began to grope his way down the mountain:

"Now that we're in the lower elevations, it's all white snow, but it's not enough. ”

"Only stronger ice can carry our weight, and my witchcraft arrows can't hold the snow mountains if the temperature is not enough. Everyone wants to find a place for the Drews to live as soon as possible, but they don't want anything to happen, right?"

Triette was silent, and without saying a word, he followed behind Lance.

Although he is a member of the Nightingale Army, he really doesn't know much about the terrain of snow-capped mountains. Because the Marseille line is adjacent to the abyss, the most common ones are plains, basins, craters, etc. Even the mountain town of Gordon does not see snow once a year, so there is naturally a lack of understanding of such a magical thing as ice and snow.

In the process of descending the mountain, this cognitive deficiency became even more apparent. Although he had been following Lance, Trillette had almost fallen into the ice hole several times.

By the time they reached a warm valley in the middle of the snow-capped mountains, he was pale and looked very tired.

Old Miller is more sophisticated, although he is panting, but his face is still ruddy, and he looks like he can rest for a while. And it stands to reason that he is the oldest of the three, and he should be the most difficult to adapt.

Lance glanced at him, and was a little surprised in his heart, but after looking back at the footprints of the group, he instantly understood.

Unlike Trewlett, Miller Sr. must have been watching Lance's actions.

Every step he took was where Lance had stepped and there was absolutely nothing that crossed it. This allowed him to avoid a lot of troubles.

The above is just a small detail, his old spiciness, embodied in many subtle aspects, these aspects seem to be insignificant individually, but together, it will form a very objective benign fantasy. It is precisely in this situation of deliberately trying to save his body that he can seem to be much more relaxed than Trewright.

"Well, it's a bit bad that we can't use witchcraft, but we have to keep going. ”

Lance observed the terrain and beckoned, "Let's go to the valley ahead and rest." If I'm not mistaken, you just need to cross this valley and climb through two or three snow-capped mountains to reach the area of the Great Rift Valley. ”

......

In the middle of the valley. Warm as spring.

The climate of this mysterious place was so abnormal halfway up the snow-capped mountains that the three of Lance were a little surprised.

However, for Treette and Miller Sr., such a change is undoubtedly a good phenomenon.

At least they don't have to rest in the cold wind and snow, especially after a long journey, when the wizards, who have lost the support of their sorcery, suddenly realize how important their magic really is.

At the end of a small stream, they found a small cave. The cave is small enough to accommodate a single tent.

"We're going to rest here tonight?"

Old Miller asked.

Lance frowned, according to his plan, he should have made at least a little more progress to his destination today.

After all, it was still early at this time, and it was only three or four o'clock.

But as soon as I saw Trilaite's miserable look. He couldn't help it. After all, not every wizard is a monster like him - most wizards. It's just a little stronger than ordinary people.

"Well, just rest here. ”

Treette fell to the ground in relief, and Old Miller also took out a set of pots and pans from the storage equipment and began to boil hot water.

As for Reims. It was the first time that he set up his single tent on the outside of the cave. As for the inner place. It was reserved for two companions.

The creek is of clear water. Slowly passing by them.

Suddenly, several plump salmon jumped up from the lower reaches of the creek and jumped into their eyes.

"Wow. Looks like we've got a fresh meal tonight. ”

Trilaite jumped up from the ground in some surprise.

Old Miller said coldly, "Maybe other creatures think so too." ”

Lance pointed directly to the moving white clouds in the distant sky and said, "Do you mean those white-capped vultures?"

Treette and Miller Sr. both had a change in face.

They didn't have the strong eyesight of Lance to see the essence of the white clouds.

"The white-capped vulture, a second-order monster, and a social creature. This group of monsters has more than two hundred monsters!"

Lance quickly ordered, "Put everything away, let's hide in the cave!"

The other two immediately realized the severity of the matter, hurriedly put aside the leisurely mood caused by the discovery of the valley, and immediately swept everything away.

"The vultures are targeting us?"

After hiding in the cave, Old Miller asked in a deep voice.

"No, I guess they can't see us. Lance was mostly hidden in an invisible tent, leaving only one head to look outside.

He said as he watched, "And judging by their movements, it doesn't look like they're chasing prey......"

"They're coming to us! You're right, their destination is this valley. ”

It was at this time that more splashing sounds came from below the creek.

In the next second, there was an incomparably spectacular scene, as countless plump and fresh salmon jumped up from the pool downstream and rushed up the stream.

The salmon jumped higher than the other, and many of them landed on the edge of the creek, unable to get back into the water.

"What the hell is going on? Are these salmon going crazy?" Trillette watched the scene a little dazed.

Lance squinted his eyes as he looked at the white clouds that were getting closer and closer, and suddenly a thick bright green color flashed across his vision!

"Oh no! you two are coming to my tent right away!"

Lance commanded suddenly.

Old Miller didn't say a word, but pushed Trelet in, and followed himself in.

With a snap, Lance instantly closed the zipper.

"Don't complain, it's a little uncomfortable to stuff three men in a single stealth tent, but it's better than losing your life outside. ”

As he spoke, Lance reached out and drew a character on the tent.

In the next second, the tent seemed to turn transparent, and it was easy to see the outside from the inside.

An earth-shattering groan rang out, and countless white vultures swooped into the stream to catch salmon, and behind them was a bright green......!

PS: Ten more sequelae! Today, the whole person is confused, his brain is very swollen, and it is very uncomfortable to write. So there is only one more, forgive me. But I'll make amends, and I'll give it tomorrow on Thursday! By the way, I'll ask for a recommendation vote! It's only a little bit away from the 50,000 mark, everyone, work hard!