The whistling wind sounded in my ears, and the vast white snow was everywhere in front of me.

The strong wind slapped on the cheeks, and Lance couldn't even open his eyes as he advanced at this high speed.

But he had to force himself to hold on, squint his eyes and carefully estimate the distance ahead. Soon, the rope had reached its end.

With two bangs, his feet stepped on the solid ice surface. He looked down. He had good luck this time. Less than ten feet from his feet was a flat snow.

So he let go of the grommet and landed steadily on the other end of the snow-capped mountain.

"Fortunately, this natural forbidden magic field only prohibits the use of magic power, and the use of witchcraft equipment and magic items is not disturbed."

Lance checked the witchcraft arrows that were deeply inserted into the ice - this kind of arrow was designed specifically for climbing. The front end of the arrows were three sharp drills, like a claw, deeply inserted into the ice. Under the solidified magic, the arrows and glaciers were combined very firmly.

As always, the end of the witchcraft arrow was hung with an infinite number of telescopic ropes so that he could tie another section of the rope to a stone or a big tree on the other side.

A simple cable car was built like this.

In this case, Lance and others could also travel high in the snow-capped mountains without the help of magic.

However, this method has very high requirements for archers - fortunately, Lance is best at archery.

Soon, he waved to the snow-capped mountains opposite, indicating that he could safely go all the way.

Ten minutes later, Old Miller and Trillite also used similar methods to land steadily next to Lance.

Lance casually removed the witchcraft setting at the joint, and then cut off part of the telescopic rope, then asked:

"How is it? Is it not good to lose witchcraft?"

Trillite nodded palely. When he was skating high altitude just now, he even wondered if he would be buried under the vast snow-capped mountains because of a small mistake.

After all, ropes may not be strong enough. At least there is no such thing as witchcraft.

He just wanted to move forward to the Drews' emerald green screen. This was the fastest way. The young man had no other choice, so he could only grit his teeth and persevere.

Old Miller was panting very hard, but his expression was much calmer than Trillite. Facing Lance's greeting, he said while loosening his buttons:

"Fortunately, you should be referring to it. I almost forgot that I am still a wizard. Although during those days in the Black Tower, I kept meditating and memorizing spells and spells when I had nothing to do every day. Unfortunately, it was useless. The black tower was so stingy that I didn't even have a spell factor, and my magic power declined greatly. However, there were also surprises, and my mental power grew wildly."

Lance smiled. He had long felt that there were many different things in Old Miller.

The eyes that only obtained from Medusa were one of them, and his intuition that was so powerful that he was also one of them - this may be related to his mental power, or it may be other abilities.

Trillite stood there calmed for a while, and his face finally recovered a little blood.

He coughed a few times and asked, "Where are we going next? Continue to move towards the next shorter snow mountain? Don't worry, I've adapted to this rhythm..."

Unfortunately, after Lance packed up the equipment, he just smiled and replied, "No. This time, we have to walk."

"Why?" Trillit was a little surprised.

He pointed to a pile of shorter snow-capped mountains around him: "Don't we have a faster way?"

"This method is indeed very convenient, but it is only suitable for use at high altitudes." Lance explained while starting to explore the road down the mountain:

"Now we have entered the snow-capped area with a lower altitude. Although it looks nothing like the one above, it is covered in white snow, but this is far from enough."

"Only stronger ice can carry our weight. My witchcraft arrows can't stick to the snow-capped mountains steadily under the condition that the temperature is not enough. Although everyone hopes to find the Drews' residence soon, nothing happens, right?"

Trillite was silent, and without saying a word, he followed Lance.

Although he is a member of the Nightingale troops, he really doesn't know much about the terrain of the snowy mountains. Because the Marce line is adjacent to the abyss, the most common ones are plains, basins, craters, etc. Even the mountain city Gordon does not see snow every year. Naturally, he lacks some understanding of magical things like ice and snow.

As the group went down the mountain, this cognitive deficit became even more apparent. Although they followed Lance, Trillite almost fell into the ice hole several times.

By the time they arrived at a warm valley in the middle of the Snow Mountains, he was already pale and looked very tired.

Old Miller is much more experienced. Although he is breathing, his face is still rosy and he looks like he can rest for a while. Logically speaking, he is the oldest among the three, so it is the hardest to adapt to.

Lance looked at him, and was also a little surprised, but after looking back at the footprints of the group, he immediately understood.

Unlike Trillett, Old Miller should have been observing Lance's actions.

Every step he took was where Lance stepped on, and there was absolutely no crossover. This allowed him to successfully avoid many worries.

The above is just a small detail. His etiquette is reflected in many subtle aspects. It seems that it is not worth mentioning to take them out alone, but together, it will form a very objective and benign fantasy. It is precisely in this situation where he deliberately finds ways to save energy that he looks much easier than Trillett.

"Okay, it's a bit bad that you can't use witchcraft, but we still have to keep on rushing."

While observing the terrain, Lance greeted, "Let's go to the valley in front to rest. If I remember correctly, just cross this valley and look through two or three snow-capped mountains to reach the area of ​​the Great Rift Valley."

...

In the valley, it is as warm as spring.

The climate of this mysterious place was so abnormal that it was halfway up the snow-capped mountain, which surprised Lance and the other two.

However, for Trillite and Old Miller, such incidents are undoubtedly a good phenomenon.

At least they don't have to rest in the cold wind and snow, especially after a trek, the wizards who lost the support of witchcraft suddenly realized how important their magic is.

At the end of a small stream, they found a small cave. The cave was small and could just accommodate a single tent.

"We'll be resting here tonight?"

Old Miller asked.

Lance frowned. According to his plan, he should at least move towards his destination for a while today.

After all, it was still early at this time, and it was only three or four o'clock.

However, when he saw Trillit's miserable appearance, he had no choice. After all, not every wizard has a monster like him - most wizards have a physique that is stronger than ordinary people.

"Okay, just rest here."

Trillite fell to the ground with relief, and Old Miller also took out a set of pots and utensils from the storage equipment and started cooking hot water.

As for Lance, he immediately arranged his single tent outside the cave. As for the inside, he was reserved for two companions.

The water quality of the stream is clear and flows slowly by them.

Suddenly, a few fat salmon jumped up from the lower reaches of the stream and appeared in their eyes.

"Wow. It looks like we have a fresh meal tonight."

Trillite jumped up from the ground in surprise.

Old Miller said coldly: "Maybe other creatures think so too."

Lance even pointed directly at the moving white clouds in the distance and said, "Are you talking about those white-headed vultures?"

Both Trillite and Old Miller changed their faces.

They did not have the strong vision as strong as Lance, and could not see the essence of the white cloud.

"The white-topped vulture, a second-level monster, and is also a group creature. The number of this group of monsters is estimated to exceed 200!"

Lance quickly ordered, "Put everything away, let's hide in the cave!"

The other two immediately realized the seriousness of the matter and hurriedly threw aside the leisurely mood caused by discovering the valley. They immediately swept all the things.

"The target of those vultures is us?"

After hiding into the cave, Old Miller asked in a deep voice.

"No, I guess they can't see us." Lance hid most of his body in the invisible tent, leaving only one head to observe outside.

He looked and said, "And judging from their actions, they don't seem to be chasing prey..."

"They are coming to us! You are right, their destination is this valley."

At this moment, more splashes came from the bottom of the stream.

The next second, an extremely spectacular scene appeared. Countless plump and fresh salmon jumped up from the pool downstream and rushed up the stream.

These salmon jumped higher than each other, and many of them fell by the stream and were unable to return to the water.

"What the hell is going on? Are these salmon going crazy?" Trillit looked at the scene with a little dazed.

Lance squinted his eyes and looked at the white clouds getting closer and closer. A thick green color suddenly passed through his vision!

"No! You two squeeze into my tent right away!"

Lance suddenly ordered.

Old Miller pushed Trillit in without saying a word. He followed him into it.

With a snap, Lance instantly pulled the zipper.

"Don't rush to complain. It's a bit uncomfortable to stuff three men into a single stealth tent, but it's better than losing your life outside."

Lance said, reaching out his hand and drawing a character on the tent.

The next second, the tent seemed to turn into a transparent color, and the scene outside could be easily seen from the inside.

A long and earth-shaking moan suddenly sounded, and countless white vultures rushed into the stream to catch salmon, and following them was a bright green!

PS: The sequelae of ten updates! Today I am confused, my mind is very swollen, and I feel uncomfortable writing. So I only have one update, please forgive me. But I will compensate you, I will give you the fourth update tomorrow! By the way, I will ask for recommendation votes! It is only a little bit away from the 50,000 mark, everyone should work harder!
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