Chapter 3264 The Miracle of Snow Mountain

"The story of fate must not be so boring, do you know, Stella, the ancient god of fate, Mr. Huan, is actually also called the "God of Drama". She likes to sit upright in the audience to watch the bizarre and interesting stories of fate among mortals, and sometimes she will even personally participate in a role.

The Prophets Association is a well-known branch of the ancient Destiny Clan, but in fact, the Ring Warlock Organization [Trace Theater] also originated from the oldest Destiny Clan."

Miss Reinhardt told her stories, but in fact she was still quite concerned about herself being just a "secondary supporting role". Miss Larson nodded thoughtfully and looked at Xia De secretly, guessing whether this would be the "Mr. Huan" who would end up acting. Then she was frightened by her bold ideas.

The girl with beautiful platinum hair asked Xia De again:

"Did you know all three relics from the spring?"

"Part of it. Something that was unexplainable happened when I first entered the spring."

"It's okay, there are too many things that cannot be explained in this world, just like you are a good example 01

She smiled gently and recommended Xia De to taste the mutton stewed cabbage. The white-haired girl looked at the scene at the dining table by the window and felt that the journey was really interesting. Three days ago, she could not have imagined that her teacher would chat and laugh at the table with a man.

After lunch, the old priest from the village who went to check the purification of springs also came back. He was very excited to hold Xia De's hand and expressed his gratitude, and even wanted to invite the three of them to stay for dinner together:

"Although the spring is far away from the village, since the accident happened there, the people in the village had to walk half an hour to get water from a mountain road further away. Little Claire, you and your friends have really helped! I think that old Harald was confused by himself back then, otherwise he would not have driven you away."

However, the three of them politely declined the old priest's retention and left the village after lunch. According to the witch's intention, returning to the town is the best choice now, but Xia De thought he was fine, and the cult was forced to retreat once, and the probability of taking people to cause trouble again in the afternoon is very small, so it is no problem to continue to deal with the second source of pollution:

"More importantly, I am very confident that I have very good luck, especially in the snowy mountains in winter, it is not easy for the [Dord Clan] to attack me."

"But my luck is not that good."

The witch who was leading the way in front whispered, but still led Xia De and Miss Larson to the road up the mountain.

After lunch, the cat usually takes a nap. Although it is impossible to lie on the windowsill to bask in the sun today, hiding in Xiade's clothes to rest is also a good choice for it.

Cats can take a nap, but the three humans can only climb mountains with their legs, which makes Xia De miss the furry little things in the woods again. The second source of pollution is located in a remote auditorium on the hillside, which is already a place with few people on the snow-capped mountains. Of course, the witches from childhood have never been there.

But she knew the history of that auditorium:

"The fire transmission route of the All Spirits Day changes every year, on the one hand, because of changes in the natural environment, and on the other hand, the flow of the spiritual and element tides of the snow mountain itself. The place we are going to be in a while was a must-pass route for the All Spirits Day festival, and it was abandoned when my grandmother was still a girl."

"Miss, are there any people who will usually manage and maintain these abandoned small auditoriums in the mountains?"

Miss Larson asked curiously, but the witch shook her head:

"No. Unless it is necessary, we rarely take the initiative to maintain the appearance of a certain place in the Snow Mountain. Everything about the Snow Mountain belongs to the Snow Mountain. After we don't need that area, the Snow Mountain will make that area return to nature on its own. Of course, if the route changes again later, the small auditoriums scattered among the mountains will work again after a little repair."

Shade thought of the ruins of the temples in the mountains mentioned in the morning by Sylvia:

"Are there any other ruins on the Snow Mountain of Fatumonster besides the Fatumen's auditorium?"

Miss Reinhardt nodded with certainty:

"Of course, the history of the Snow Mountain is quite ancient. Even if we trace back to an older era, we Fatu people cannot be considered indigenous people here."

"Did you migrate in the fifth era?

"In the late Fourth Era or early Fifth Era, the history of tribes has been blurred. Before we had small city-states and large towns appeared near the snow mountain. For a long time after the Fatu people appeared, there were other people on the snow mountain."

She reached up and pointed in one direction, and both Shade and Miss Larson looked over.

"I remember there was even a fifth-year castle ruin over there. Although most of the castle was buried in the snow, it was indeed a real castle. In the history of the tribe, the witches of the fifth-year era built a castle here, as if they were guarding something, but later the castle fell, and we don't know what happened at that time."

The three of them had a very fast pace, and they could fly at will after entering the mountain, so they arrived near their destination at around 2:30 in the afternoon.

The stone steps in the mountains and the wooden boards hanging on the rock walls have decayed or disappeared, but you can still see traces of the movements of the Fatu people here. The wind in the mountains makes people unable to stand firmly, and as they move forward step by step, the black ice crystals around them gradually increase.

The snow face was turning black, the witch walked in front to clean up the filthy ice crystal snowmen coming towards him, Miss Larson was in the middle,

Xia De was behind to deal with the things that had climbed up from his feet. The three of them were close to the rock wall and walked very carefully on the stone slabs inserted into the rock wall.

Suddenly, another strong wind blew, and Miss Larson dropped in shock. Xia De hurriedly grabbed the rope around his waist and looked down with Mia, who was poking her head out of her arms. Miss Reinhardt jumped down, and a few seconds later she pulled her apprentice forward:

"Stella, be careful."

"Sorry, Miss, but here...:::. It's too high."

She grabbed the rope connected to Xia De on her waist with pale face. The girl on the Six Ring Road could not fly. This kind of road was too dangerous for her.

The auditorium was not on the smooth snow slope or in a cave, but was forced to be dug out on the side wall of the cliff with human power. They walked along the cliff for a while and saw the dilapidated auditorium with black ice blocks blocked the door.

Xia De then flew over and summoned the flames to melt the ice. Then a thunder gun defeated the black snowman hidden behind the ice. The witch and the white-haired apprentice followed him in. Although the pollution inside the auditorium was even more serious, at least sheltered from the wind, and the stench of moisture and corruption was more at ease than the environment just now.

The auditorium is not large in size, almost the same size as the bathroom of Xia De's family. The three of them seemed a little crowded when they stood inside, and the furnishings in the auditorium had nothing but stone chairs and braziers. It looked even more desolate than the gravekeeper's cottage in the [Gravestone Wasteland].

The black ice layer covers the uneven wall, and through the black ice, you can vaguely see traces of murals on the wall.

Xia De originally thought he would sense the reaction of special spirits and elements here, but there was nothing but pollution here.

So he did not waste time and took out the Holy Grail that had become bigger and prepared to cast the spell, and even looked forward to the long-haired Via's voice appearing again.

But there was no accident this time. As the Holy Grail entered the ground, the yellowish spiritual energy surged in the snow-capped mountains, gradually melting the black ice layer. After Xia De retracted the Holy Grail that had become bigger, there was no black ice inside the auditorium.

After the ice and snow melted, nothing unexpected appeared on the exposed auditorium floor, which disappointed Xia De, who was about to discover some strange things:

"That's all, speaking of these murals on the wall...:.:

He grabbed the Holy Grail and just spoke, but unexpectedly found that the abnormality around him had not disappeared. The black ice melted, and the thick earth-yellow spiritual energy that spread around him dissipated, but a layer of ice-blue mist dispersed around him at this moment.

"What's this?"

He turned around and asked the witch, but found that the witch and the white-haired girl had disappeared. When he looked around, it was no longer a small auditorium in the snow-capped cliff.

He appeared in the open outdoor, and the wind and snow blew from the front, which made Xia De unable to see clearly and even unable to stand firmly in just a few seconds. There were snowflakes under his feet and everywhere, and Xiaomia hid in Xia De's arms with a "meow" and sheltered into Xia De's arms.

So Xia De raised his arm to block his face, and then felt that he was blown by the wind mixed with snowflakes as if he wanted to take off with the wind:

"Where is this?"

He tried to squint his eyes and looked forward. The source of the strong wind and snowflakes was the powerful ice-blue light source in front of him that could not see the truth. Just seeing it, Xia De subconsciously had the idea of ​​getting in touch with it. When he realized it, he had moved forward step by step in the snow.

The cat lying in his arms provided him with warmth like a small stove. The strong wind and blizzard became more and more violent as he advanced. For some reason, Xia De actually saw Chloe's figure in the light ahead. He was not sure whether this was an illusion, but his heart was completely hot at this moment. He struggled to move forward along the slightly undulating slope. Some traces of buildings seemed to appear around him, but he could not tell in the blizzard with such low visibility.
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