"We must bypass the Village of Outcasts. Lissandra is sending people everywhere to look for us. She probably wants to take me back. It seems that I am quite important in the eyes of that woman."
Behind the hidden snow hill, Lester briefly told Soraka who was squatting on the ground what he had discovered.
"In addition to the necessary patrolling guards, I also found a lot of Frostguard clan warriors hiding in trees and snow bushes. Obviously the Frostguard clan's mages have passed the news everywhere, and the Frostguard clan warriors already know about our
In this case, even with Zuo Yin’s stolen Frost Guard Pass, we won’t be able to easily leave the Frost Guard clan’s sphere of influence, so we must change our original action plan.”
Rubbing her hands together, Soraka took a few breaths of hot breath into her stiff palms. Her eyes were bright, and she seemed to like taking risks.
"So what do we do?"
A northeast-southwest wavy line was drawn on the snow. Lester clicked a point on the right side of the line, and then clicked a point on the lower left side of the line. It looked like [÷].
"The west and south side of the Hanluo Mountains is the territory of the Avarosa clan. We will go directly over the Hanluo Mountains and avoid the outposts and gathering places of the Frostguard clan."
Looking up at the cliff not far away that stretches thousands of miles without seeing the sky. This cliff is the Coldfall Mountains that separates the interior of Freljord from the Sea of Ice. It is the largest mountain range in Freljord.
, except for the pilgrims and ascetics who desperately want to be buried in ice, no one wants to go up the mountain to die in vain.
There are four major dangers on the ice fields of Freljord: the savage tribe of bears who believe in the Thunder Bear, the wild Behemoths, the frost giants who are invulnerable and immune to frost magic, and the legendary snowmen. No matter which one they are,
All kinds of dangers are enough to make mortals bury their bones under the ice fields, even brutal bandits are no exception.
The Hanluo Mountains include the above four dangers that may be encountered. In addition, there are troublesome carnivorous hunters such as iron-backed frost wolves and frost spiders. This makes Soraka somewhat doubt whether Lester's decision is correct.
, you must know that although he has the ability to recover, Lester's current strength level is only that of an ordinary mortal, and he only has a Demacia long sword and a simply repaired iron spear in his hand.
"Is it really safer for us to go directly over the mountains than to take a detour? I have long heard that there are many scary things in the Hanluo Mountains. Maybe we should go further north to bypass the Outcast Village, and then follow the
The sea of ice goes south?"
Seeing that Soraka was still rubbing her hands to breathe, Leicester opened his fur cloak and took the woman's cold, soft little hand and put it in.
His heart suddenly felt cold, Lester shivered and his teeth chattered.
"Hiss...is it any better?"
"Well, it's very, very warm."
Soraka nodded with a blushing face. The man's warm chest made her a little shy. Speaking of which, the man in front of her always did some embarrassing things in a serious way. It seemed that she really thought that she didn't know anything.
She takes good care of her like a baby, and Soraka has suspected that the man is deliberately playing with her feelings, but the emotional feedback of the astral spell is that the man has no evil desires for her, only pure care and love. This
That's why she didn't refuse.
She didn't hate this pure kindness.
"In fact, I have also considered the risks of this matter, but I heard that there is an ancient ruins in the nearby Hanluo Mountains that can be crossed over the Hanluo Mountains. Maybe we can try to find information about the ancient ruins in nearby villages.
, it is better to have a clear path than to act aimlessly. If it is too dangerous, we will choose to take a detour."
"Okay, I listen to you."
…
At the foot of the eastern foothills of the Hanluo Mountains, a small village of just over a hundred people took root in this icy land. The villagers made a living by grazing and hunting, and were usually protected by the Frostguard clan.
At sunset, two unknown guests came to the village. Under the summons of the village chief, twelve young and middle-aged warriors armed with hunting spears and short bows gathered at the entrance of the village and stopped the two foreigners with weapons and vigilance.
Come down.
"Who are you? What are you doing in our village?"
The young warrior received the village chief's signal and rudely questioned the two of them. On the ice fields of Freljord, any carelessness would lead to fatal disasters, including unknown visitors.
Putting down his hood, Lester stood in front of Soraka and responded in proficient Freljordian.
"We are from the Dalmo Plain and have no hostility towards you. While purchasing some food, we also asked for information. If the information is valuable, we will not treat you badly."
After waving to the young warrior, the strongest village chief stood up.
"Gentiles, what can you give us?"
"Your place is not far from Enkes Town. I think you should need these things. This money can be exchanged for a lot of good things in Enkes Town."
Throwing the heavy money bag into the air, Lester smiled.
"Of course, in order to avoid unpleasant things happening, our transaction will be conducted at the entrance of the village. This way, my fellow mage can also have a relatively safe environment. What do you think?"
After suppressing the greed in his heart and observing the two people at the entrance of the village again, the village chief said in a deep voice.
"Young man, what do you want?"
"Some food that is easy to store, and news about the ruins on the Hanluo Mountains."
Frowning, the village chief summoned someone.
"Call Nugeta here. The village has raised him for so long, so it's time to make some contribution to the village. I hope what he says is true."
…
By the time they left the village, the two people had turned into three people. An old man from the Freljord named 'Nugeta' joined the team. The team's goal was the Coldfall Mountains.
In Leicester's opinion, this old Freljord guide was a little crazy.
"Old man, you said you know about the ruins, have you really been there?"
Nugeta was wearing a smelly animal skin coat, and his hair was as messy as a bird's nest on the treetops. The old man only had one hand, and he was raising it ceremoniously at the moment, with a serious look on his face.
"You can't say it, you can't say it. I can hear the call of the snowmen. They are waiting for us to return to silence... Before we arrive, we can't say anything..."
Hearing Nugeta's words, the corners of Lester's mouth curved a little more.
"Lester, this old man may be really crazy. He is not pretending. This also means that the credibility of his words is very low."
"Soraka, if a little boy with a kind heart and simple personality can pass through the ruins smoothly, do you think we can pass through it smoothly?"
Soraka was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
"That's no problem. Just think of me as a prophet. Just like you, a prophet who knows everything but can do nothing."
