On the evening of December 14th, Calais, an important port in the northern region of France.
A cargo ship was docked at the dock waiting to be unloaded. While throwing the cargo under the ship, the sailor and his companions excitedly discussed where to go for a drink in the evening and take a look at the chic charm of the Calais girls.
There was laughter and laughter on the pier, and the air was filled with the cheerful atmosphere of resting after get off work.
Joel and Sergey used the shielding effect of the Disillusionment Spell to quickly run down from the ship, and did not reveal themselves until they were in a remote alley.
"Huh... all the magic power in my body is about to be drained out." Joel looked pale, squatting on the ground and his vision was blurry. Although the surrounding ditches exuded a rotten smell, Joel didn't mind breathing heavily.
gas.
"Joel, this is too risky..." Sergey's situation was slightly better than Joel's. He could barely stand firm by holding on to the wall. "A whole day's disembodiment spell."
"After this deal is done, you won't have to worry about your life for the rest of your life." Joel glanced at him, feeling like his brain was torn apart, "We can have a night's rest tonight, and we will speed up our trip tomorrow.
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"Where are we going?" Sergey, who had not asked this question all day, finally couldn't help it.
"Soviet Union."
"That northernmost alliance?" Sergey pondered for two seconds, "Are we going that far away?"
"It's not far, look to the northeast," Joel pointed out to Sergey, "through Germany and Poland, 700 miles away is the territory of the Soviet Union."
"700 miles," Sergey took a breath of moist cold air, "Okay, okay..."
Thinking of the bags of gold galleons, Sergey compromised.
"You speak Russian, right?" Joel stood up and suddenly looked at Sergey, "Your name sounds like you are from the Soviet Union."
Sergey was stunned for a second, "...well, my mother is from the Soviet Union, but I have never been to the Soviet Union. I can speak Russian but am not very proficient in it."
"As long as you can speak."
On December 15, Joel and Sergey entered Polish territory via Berlin. The Berlin Wall had just been demolished in the middle of last year. They used the Disguise Charm to enter Eastern Europe unimpeded.
On December 18, the two rushed to Ukraine without stopping. Considering that Ukraine had declared independence in August this year, strictly speaking, this place does not belong to the territory of the Soviet Union.
Winter has arrived, but Ukrainians are still singing and dancing on the streets, with joy written all over their faces.
They were deceived miserably by the Soviet government during the Chernobyl incident. From then on, Ukrainians wished that the Soviet Union would die quickly. The more painful the Soviet Union was, the happier they were.
Joel and Sergey had previously used the invisibility effect of the Disguise Curse to cross the borders of various countries by means of transportation. Only the Wusu-Uzbek border was heavily fortified. They waited for a long time before they found an opening and took advantage of the changing of the guard to become invisible.
I slipped in and it was already the morning of December 24th, and the next day was Christmas.
Entering Russia is like entering another world. The happiness of the Ukrainian people has left Joel and the two. There is only a solemn and sluggish atmosphere left here. The foggy sky makes it impossible to see the bright sunshine. Through the whistle, no one can see the bright sunshine.
Not far away, I saw a small village, which was lifeless and lifeless.
Joel suddenly felt a burning pain on his back, and his eyes blurred when he looked at the thick snow on the ground.
He quickly patted Sergei on the shoulder, and the two of them headed to a hidden location in the village.
As soon as he ran behind the snow-covered wheat stack, the phantom spell on Joel lost its effectiveness, revealing his body covered in a thick black coat.
He was panting heavily, his chest was heaving violently, beads of sweat were covering his forehead, and he looked very weak.
"How are you?" Sergey asked proactively.
Joel felt as if someone was holding his throat, making it extremely difficult to breathe.
He fell to the ground, squeezing his neck with both hands. Although he tried to suppress it, the coughing sound still spread out. Fortunately, the surrounding area was sparsely populated, so it did not attract the attention of others.
After lying on the ground and coughing for a while, Joel felt much better, and Sergey patted his back gently.
"It's okay..." Joel turned over, his eyes filled with tears as he coughed one after another.
"Have you used up your magic power?" Sergey watched Joel wipe the moisture from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand.
"Yeah." Joel's muscles ached all over. He looked up at the foggy sky. Strong winds began to sweep across the Eastern European plains. The cold wind from the far north poured into his cuffs mercilessly, and his exposed skin turned red from the cold.
Sergey next to him was shivering from the cold. Joel had arranged most of the things properly, but they left England in a hurry and only brought two coats with them, which were completely unable to withstand the biting cold wind here.
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Sergei and Joel traveled 700 miles in 10 days. During the long journey, the magic power consumed by the Disillusionment Curse was far greater than the daily recovery. Even adult wizards rarely use magic power so extravagantly, let alone
Little wizards like Joel and Sergey whose bodies have not yet fully developed.
They are restricted by the magic power in their bodies and cannot even use the Warming Spell. Once the magic power is exhausted, they are at risk of being exposed.
"I don't have much magic power left," Sergey coughed twice, and a layer of white frost quickly formed on his cheeks when the cold wind blew. "The Illusion Curse can last for about two hours."
"How far is it from the destination?"
"Not far away," Joel huddled his frozen body under his robe. "There is only one big village on this border, 30 miles away from the post where we entered, and the target is right there."
"How do you know there is a large village near here?" The wheat stack just helped them block the cold wind, and Sergey also lifted the illusion spell and squatted on the ground.
Joel grinned, his lips trembling from the cold, and his words were vibrating, mixed with the cold wind around him, like duckweed that could float away at any time.
"I must have made careful plans before coming here."
Joel did not tell Sergey the truth. This information came from him and Professor White's father, Constantine. Constantine fled from Moscow all the way west to London. He was very experienced and could rest anywhere.
Very clear.
Sergey was shivering from the cold, and he didn't think much about it. After Joel regained some strength, he quickly pulled him north.
They must reach their final destination before night falls, otherwise no one will be able to survive in the wild when the temperature drops at night.
The two of them supported each other and headed forward against the cold wind. The cold wind was all-pervasive. Wearing a thick coat, the two felt a chill in their hearts. They looked at the vast expanse of snow. If they walked a little hastily, they could hear it.
Heart beating noise.
A thick layer of snowflakes accumulated on his cheeks, the tip of his nose, and his forehead. Joel felt that his limbs had lost consciousness, all supported by his strong willpower.
Wandering and forging ahead, the two teenagers turned into two small black dots on the vast expanse of land, and stumbled into it.