"Let's go down first. The storm here seems to be getting stronger and stronger." Sherlock had also heard about the weather up here. Large-scale thunderstorms would occur from time to time, so it was better not to take risks.
"Okay, look at Bui, I'll explore the way ahead!" Aigao responded loudly and changed the direction of travel.
Originally, according to the plan, they had plenty of time to get off the Yafei Eddy Peak before the thunderstorm formed, but even if you don't go to him, pig teammates will sometimes take the initiative to come to you, just like pulling you.
The two players were the same as the two players who were running toward more than fifty wind howler monsters.
Sherlock had no intention of discussing the right or wrong of this behavior. He picked up a wind and thunder shuriken in his hand and threw it, hitting them on the way forward.
However, the two players ignored this warning and instead rushed over at high speed while shouting for help.
"Save your sister, Aigao, Bui, copy the guy and run away."
Four or five large creatures like the Wind Howler, which is level 37, can be dealt with. There are more than fifty of them, and there is also a leader monster. It's really a big deal. It's a fortune to be able to escape.
Sherlock took the lead, followed closely by Bui, who had turned into a thunder elf, and Ai Gao followed. The three of them were much faster than the two players. They got rid of them in a short while, just feeling the air.
Due to the dense lightning element, it was too late to run back.
The ruthlessness of nature did not give everyone more time to prepare. When a huge sheet of lightning shrouded the mountain peak, lightning strikes began to fall one after another, and strangely, the targets of these lightning strikes
It’s all their area, or simply their team.
"I've never heard of anyone following this thunderstorm." Sherlock had no time to think about the reason. He had to lead the two of them to a safe place before the thunderstorm expanded further.
The strong wind was howling, and the thunderclouds were rolling, just like a large orchestra, playing a majestic symphony in the hands of the conductor, and there was actually a harp sound running through the symphony.
After repeated confirmations, Sherlock discovered that the sound of the harp was not his imagination, but that there really was such a sound coming from nowhere.
There was no better place to go at the moment. He followed the singing and walked forward. Not long after, he came to a cliff and even stepped out with one foot.
"Sherlock." Aigao grabbed the druid in front of him. Although this man was annoying, he still cooked porridge well and was barely qualified to be his subordinate. He didn't want to let him die just like that.
"Aigao, do you dare to jump down with me?" Sherlock turned around and said with a bad smile, and then stepped out with the other foot without waiting for an answer.
"Hello!"
Just as Aigao and Bui were about to stick their heads out, two arms appeared out of thin air and hugged them.
The expected feeling of weightlessness did not appear. The moment they stepped out of the cliff, a path paved with pure white clouds appeared at their feet. At the end of the path was a majestic castle shrouded in clouds and mist.
Since Sherlock dared to do this, of course he had already discovered the secret. Whether it was the mysterious sound of the harp, the flow of magic in the frog's eyes, or the constantly flashing hag's eye in the space ring, he had a vague idea.
A guess.
"Interesting, I didn't expect there to be such a hidden castle in the Stormhorn Mountains." Sherlock admired softly, and his curiosity drove him towards the castle.
Ai Gao had not yet reacted to the sudden change in the environment, and followed suit step by step.
When you take a closer look, you will find that the structure of this castle is very strange. Its huge size does not mean that there are enough buildings arranged as usual, but it looks like an ordinary castle enlarged four or five times in proportion.
After climbing up the steps that are more than half a person high, and opening the door with a handle that cannot be touched, the exquisite and huge decorative furniture all over the castle is rarely revealed to outsiders.
Sherlock didn't stay long. He had already guessed who the owner of the castle was, and climbed up the spiral staircase following the guidance of the song.
When he walked to the huge open-air balcony on the top of the castle, a purple figure about 21 feet tall appeared in front of him.
"Dear Wind Shepherd, Miss Adilina, Maghe, the incarnation of Wind Rider, asked me to say hello to you on his behalf." When meeting someone you know only one way, it is important to report your name as soon as possible.
"My name is Sherlock and I am an explorer."
He didn't know exactly what the explorer's profession was, but he knew that the figure in front of him would definitely not hate this identity.
"Oh, are you Maghe's friend?" A young voice came from the front.
The voice sounds like that of a cute little girl, which does not match the tall figure at all. However, the storm giant race is like this. They are more than 10 feet tall at birth, and their bodies can be fully developed in just a few years, except for their voices.
It develops slowly and will not experience voice change until you are in your fifties or sixties.
Along with this sound, the storm giant who was hanging on the edge of the balcony also turned around. She had blue-black hair, silver-grey eyes, and was wearing a knee-length short-sleeved tunic with bare ankles.
He was wearing two white ankle rings, holding a harp in his hands, and was looking at the visitor curiously.
"Yes, Maghe and I have experienced a short but exciting adventure, and got his approval. This time we came here to find the Shanda Keer Temple hidden in the storm."
Maghe had told him about storm giants before, but he did not mention that they were extremely rare purple storm giants. They had not been seen on the road for hundreds of years.
"That's it. It seems that you two are getting along well, but I don't know if you can pass his test in the end." Adilina sang while playing the harp.
Sherlock has long heard the legend of storm giants. This creature standing at the top of the food chain is the most powerful of all types of giants, but it is also the only one of the good camp.
They do not love basketball and fighting like other giants, but more artistic pursuits, cooking, planting, drama, and their favorite music.
The purple giant among the storm giants, in addition to wisdom, also has an exquisite heart that understands the world. The best proof is the poem that Ying drinks the piano in front of. This poem is sung with the giant's unique child's voice, which is particularly beautiful.
The risk of living is dying.
The risk of hope is despair.
The risk of trying is failure.
But the risk must be borne,
Because the greatest risk in life is not taking any risks.
Only those who dare to take risks can have true freedom.
