Chai Anping murmured as he looked at the inscriptions carved with a sword on the ice wall inside the watchtower that seemed to last for thousands of years.
"There were no survivors in this garrison." Quinn told him the result in a concise and concise manner: "But they managed to keep their glory in the end."
"That's really...lucky." Chai Anping glanced at her eyes and felt a strange emotion.
After checking the safety of the watchtower and confirming that it would not suddenly collapse and bury everyone alive, the three of them quickly hid inside. Quinn asked Partridge to get some snow to block the doorway smaller.
Prevent the hot air from being licked clean by the cold wind.
Chai Anping carved the alchemical matrix according to the gourd and painted ladle, activating the heat contained in the black stone to light the fire.
The three people who had withstood the cold wind all day couldn't help but let out a cheer.
"Plugging you into the group is really the wisest decision I've made in the past few months." Quinn leaned on her backpack, truly grateful to Gracie Shelley, who brought warmth to everyone in this ice and snow.
Partridge also took off his leather gloves and warmed his delicate fingers that were red from the cold, but he still silently complained about why Chai Anping was so versatile.
He had truly seen Chai Anping's swordsmanship today, and it was definitely not something he could sneer at, but this realization made him feel even more embarrassed.
Even a little confused...
Because when he came to the group, he claimed to be the patron saint of the group, but he ended up spending most of his time paddling, and was not as useful as Chai Anping at critical moments.
Is there any comparison between killing kills and controlling output at the same time?
It's like when Syndra stuns five people with a divine push ball in a team fight, and then uses a big move to kill AD instantly. You fly up with a broken mantis and kill 4 people. How dare you blame others for robbing you of five kills?
You are so complacent based on your record alone, and you act like you are the best in the world... isn't that just stupid?
The aristocratic young master was tangled in his heart, and the firelight shone on his face uncertainly.
But this fire... is so warm.
Quinn took out a very small pot from his backpack, stuffed some ice and snow in it, and placed it on the flame.
"There shouldn't be another frost spirit coming out this time, right?"
Chai Anping looked around with lingering fear.
"That thing is rare. To encounter it at noon is eight lifetimes of bad luck." Quinn waved his hand: "I just checked it myself. There are absolutely no strange traces nearby. It is very safe."
"Maybe." Chai Anping muttered, and he took on the role of chef when Needham was away.
In a world where the weather is cold and the ground is freezing, supplies are generally prepared half-cooked or fully cooked to prevent soldiers from being unable to make a fire and eat inedible food.
Chai Anping and the others don't have such troubles with the help of Black Stone, but the things they received at the Fearless Pioneer Camp are not good in themselves. Even if he cooks a flower, it will not be as good as one ten thousandth of the plate-grilled bear meat at noon.
This made Quinn quite sad.
Night fell suddenly in the deep mountains, and only the faint sound of wind outside could be heard, which actually made Chai Anping feel a little quiet.
Quinn got into his sleeping bag and fell asleep, while Chai Anping and Partridge stared at each other by the fire.
The two of them shared the guard duty for the first half of the night, because of their unreliable abilities... Quinn couldn't believe they could do this alone.
How pitiful.
Valor huddled on Quinn's chest, glanced at them as if disdainfully, and closed his eye masks happily.
"..."
"..."
After an unknown amount of time, Partridge finally couldn't help but whisper: "What was that weapon you made at noon? Is it the magic weapon my grandpa said you used to fight that serial killer?"
"Um...yes."
Chai Anping was stunned for a moment, and then nodded slightly. It was not surprising that Partridge knew about this. In other words, after knowing that he was going to be a teammate, the Sirode family would hide it from him.
"Tsk, the power of the mage." Partridge smacked his lips with envy and disgust: "No wonder he is feared by the kingdom."
Hearing what he said, Chai Anping became interested for no reason: "Young Master Sirode, what do you think of the mage?"
"Call me Partridge!" The young master raised his eyebrows: "The strong one - Partridge!"
"I have never met the mage, what can I think?" He continued: "There are some people in the family who hate the mage to the core. They are clamoring to kill someone every day, but what does it have to do with me?"
(I won’t steal Lux from me anyway)
Partridge stared at Chai Anping and said this sentence silently in his heart.
As a fanatical pursuer of the Flower of Demacia, he has beaten and threatened countless unscrupulous peers in the capital circle. It was because of the pressure from Galen that he did not dare to behave too much in front of Lux.
explicit.
The foreigner in front of him... was obviously different from those who were afraid of Sirode's name, and was very difficult to deal with.
Unexpectedly, he would get an answer like Partridge's. Chai Anping was stunned for a moment, and then he was happy - it turned out that just like him, he was also a person who didn't take Demacia's honor and responsibility to heart... Well, a normal person.
He smiled suddenly: "This is wrong, Master Partridge. As a noble, how can you not take the thousand-year rules of the kingdom to heart?"
"Have you eaten your rice?" Partridge said, "My grandpa won't even care about me!"
"Well……"
Quinn, who was locked in his sleeping bag, suddenly whispered: "There are good mages and bad mages, and we can't generalize them. I used to live in a town near the Owendale Mountains. There were many mages hidden in the mountains, and some would sneak out of the town.
They exchange daily necessities with others, and use magic to help everyone, and some even take pleasure in killing people."
She stood up slowly.
"It's not late at night yet, right?" Chai Anping said in surprise.
"When I thought about the two of you keeping watch, I was so panicked that I couldn't sleep." Quinn grinned, "I just got up right away."
Chai Anping:……
Sister, if you’re worried, you don’t have to say it directly, right?!
"Okay, you two go to sleep."
"Please don't say such ambiguous words." Chai Anping couldn't hold back his complaints.
"Eh...did you hear it?"
Chai Anping was very convinced and certain that Quinn's brain was definitely hopeless.
"Don't you have to choose one of us to stay with you for the night?" After a long time, he asked symbolically while wrapped in a quilt.
When Partridge heard this, his two big eyes lit up like stars.
Captain, I want to work!
Quinn glanced at the two of them subtly, and then laughed: