The wind and snow were strong, and although the gods were barefoot, they did not leave any footprints on the snow.
Shade could only chase forward along the direction of the ridge. Fortunately, the tree father would not throw him too far away. After a while, he saw the light of the flames under the ridge.
It almost rolled down the snow surface - it was faster this way, and on the downhill side, there stood a stone that didn't know where it came from and was mostly covered with snow. The firelight came from behind the stone, which was a good sight.
Shelter.
When Shade walked over, he even found that people around the campfire had used dead branches, cloth and ice to build a small shelter based on stones.
The sound of his bare feet walking on the snow caused the three people who were as numb as corpses by the campfire in the drafty shelter to turn and look at him.
The first thing that Shade noticed was not that the witch actually agreed to the man hiding with her. The first thing that he noticed was that the silver-haired god just now was not here.
There was very little snow behind the rocks, and a bonfire was placed on the ground. Two ladies and a man huddled around the bonfire, curling up to try not to expose themselves to the wind and snow. The snow blowing in from the gaps in this simple shelter,
Let the ground be covered with a thin layer of frost, and the three people who looked at Shade approaching were all expressionless. Even when Shade got into their "shelter" and blocked the largest air leak with his body, the three people looked at each other expressionlessly.
People didn't speak either.
"Um...hello."
Shade greeted hesitantly and stretched out his hand to let the bonfire warm him. The flame that can be ignited here is of course not an ordinary flame. This is not a bonfire created by the witch's secret technique or even the secret lock. The fire itself is some kind of powerful item.
The first fire in Shade's body is stirring, obviously wanting to devour this flame. But unfortunately, the real "primordial fire" is in Sister Devlin, and Shade is only the residual fire given by the nun, and he cannot
Devour this flame.
No one paid any attention to Shade. The three of them just looked at him. This scene was very strange. Shade shrunk his body and put his palms against the fire to warm himself, and whispered:
"Ladies, and this gentleman, I don't really understand the current situation. Why don't we introduce ourselves?"
He first points to himself:
"I am a foreigner, from a far away place, lost in a snowstorm."
Pointing his finger at the flame, relying on the "Fire Plasticity" spell, the flames in the bonfire suddenly jumped upward. At the same time, Shade also realized that the burning of the flame actually relied on mental power. The three people present here
People's expressions are so numb now. In addition to the influence of the environment, keeping the flame burning is also one of the reasons.
"You see, although I am not a witch, a great witch did some small experiments on me, which resulted in me possessing some special abilities."
He explained casually.
Only one of the two ladies is a witch, and the other is an ordinary person. The witch is not the older lady, but a girl who looks to be around eighteen or nineteen years old.
She has unusual silver hair and red-gold eyes, which is similar to a mixture of red and gold. This hair color and eye color are not natural and should be caused by occult research.
The witch was wrapped in a blanket made of unknown white fur, and she was sitting in the most sheltered position of this simple shelter:
"Witch Chloe, Zarath Academy."
Her voice was a little cold, but at least the alert eyes looking at Shade showed her humanity:
"Man, what are you talking about? If the witch's experiment can give men extraordinary abilities, then the Fifth Age will no longer be the Fifth Age."
She paused:
"No matter who you are, please listen now. One of the three of us is possessed by a demon, but no one knows who it is. We may not even know if it is us... You
Is it a devil?"
"No, no, I am not an evil spirit from the Third Age."
Shade immediately shook his head, then stretched out his finger to light up the light:
"Silver Moon."
The holy silver light attracted the attention of the three people, and they all looked at the moonlight blankly. There was no moon here, and the few people trapped in the mountain had not seen the moonlight for who knows how long.
"You see, even if the devil can forge moonlight, he cannot be so pure. Are you a witch from Zarath Academy? Oh, I also have friends in Zarath Academy."
But Miss Becky Samuel, who appeared in the Valley of Death together with Miss Olanold and Miss Fiona Drago, was a person three thousand years in the future.
Witch Chloe nodded:
"Man, you don't have to get close to me. Listen, the three of us want to go to the top of the mountain for different purposes. I want the ice on the top of the mountain. I need the materials for experiments. Our team originally had nineteen people.
But after the accident, there are only three of us left. If you are not afraid of danger, just stay, but we will not leave here until we find the devil."
In a snowstorm, if the devil suddenly attacks, the three of them will definitely die, so her decision is negative but very rational.
“A very sensible decision.”
Shade praised, and the witch snorted and ignored him.
"Hello, sir, my name is Marcus Marquez, you can call me Mrs. Marquez. I was originally a follower of another witch, but my master has died on the way...
..I will continue her wish and continue to go forward."
Mrs. Marquez looks to be in her late thirties, has some imperceptible freckles on her face, has slender limbs and is wearing a headscarf.
"What wish?"
Shade asked curiously, and the witch on the other side snorted again:
"Witness the highest peak of the Silver Mountains and leave your own footprints on it. The unlucky lady disappeared from the team at some point, and we only found her boots. Marquez took her boots away,
He said he wanted to fulfill her wish on her behalf."
"That's it, it's really admirable."
Shade sighed slightly, and finally looked at the man huddled in the corner. Shade met many men in the fifth era, such as the boy from Hope Town, the "luckiest mortal" Mr. Riddle, at God's banquet
The poisoned king and the old man who once held the "Demon Hunting Seal".
The man I met this time was different from them. He looked about the same age as Shade. He had a red mark on his left cheek. He was huddled in the corner, which was the worst place behind the big rock.
.He immediately lowered his head after being looked at by Shade. The man had no intention of introducing himself.
"he is......"
"The Exile."
It was still the young witch who looked only eighteen years old speaking:
"Looking at the marks on his face, it means that he stole something in the witch's territory and was exiled here. We just met him not long ago. Considering that there might be a need to explore the path or use him as a bait, we took him
He stayed."
Shade nodded, having a preliminary understanding of the composition of these lost people.
The light of the bonfire gradually became stronger with Shade's arrival. The firelight illuminated four faces. Deep in the snow-capped mountains where the wind blew, the lost people seemed to have their own thoughts.
Shade did not ask about the so-called demonic possession first, but instead asked:
"Did you see a woman with bare feet, wearing a white robe, and holding a white oak staff?"
Miss Chloe, the witch, was wrapped in a blanket and shook her head slightly:
"We are the only ones here. But, since I answered your question, then..."
As she said that, she suddenly reached out and grabbed Xia De's wrist. She was a little surprised that Xia De didn't resist. After feeling it for a while, she let go and looked at her palm, and her tone became slightly lighter and said:
"Look, I knew you were definitely not a man."
The red-gold eyes looked at Shade again, and when he saw that he had no reaction, he snorted again.
Shade did not comment on this, but when the two came into contact, he knew that this young-looking witch was actually already at the eleventh level:
"You know the god of winter."
"Of course I do, what's the problem?"
Miss Chloe asked again, tightening the white fur on her body.
It's interesting to say that all the witches Shade has seen in the past are very tall. Even the apprentices who partially inherited the witch's power are taller than normal women of the same age. But the Miss Chloe in front of her is just the opposite.
Initially, Shade thought he had misjudged her because she was shrinking, but now he was sure that the other person's height was indeed a little lower than average.
The way he was squirming while wrapped in a white blanket made Shade want to laugh for some reason, but luckily he held it back.
"no problem."
Shade shook his head, knowing that the god did not appear around the three of them, or that the three of them had forgotten something:
"I still have some warm clothes here."
As he spoke, he took out the toy from his pocket, turned the toy into a real thing and distributed it to the three people. Miss Chloe, the witch, watched him cast the spell and thanked her. Although Mrs. Marquez did not know who Shad was, she confirmed
He has the ability to cast spells, so he behaves more respectfully.
As for the unknown exile in the corner, although he accepted the warm clothes, he still did not speak.
"Maybe the god is hiding among the three of them."
Shade thought about this possibility again. After all, something similar happened in the Forest of Thousand Trees, and Miss Chloe's hair color was very similar to the god's hair color.
But thinking about it carefully, it seems impossible. Among the current three people, only Miss Chloe matches the appearance of that god. The other two are ordinary people, but Miss Chloe looks very curious about him.
It's not like a manifestation of a god.
Warm clothes were helpful in resisting the severe cold of the Silver Mountains, but they were not particularly helpful. What really helped them were the pots, pans, salt, sugar and daily necessities that Shade took out. There was not much luggage around the group.
Already.
Although it is okay for an eleventh-level witch to miss a few months of food, if possible, no one wants to rely on snow water to satisfy their hunger and thirst.
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