"This is not a good sign. Dagon, I'll tell you..." Barde slammed the flint with iron slices, and finally made sparks on the fermented mushroom (an underground plant that contains a lot of fibers that are very suitable for fire-driven). He broke off the small fermented mushroom, held it in his hands and placed it on the peat, and then spread a layer of soft fermented mushroom fiber on it. "Dagon, suddenly getting cold is not a good sign."

"Why did this happen?" Dagon brought more peat and began to build a reflective wall with stones around the fire. The so-called reflective wall is a simple shield that can reduce the wind formed by cold air and allow the heat from the fire to gather more on the other side.

"Train the big guy here and lean against the mountain wall behind you, and squeeze together as much as possible." Barde carefully protected the flame until it slowly ignited the peat. "I guess it was probably caused by underground changes again. There was a frost snake before, but now there was cold air, probably a cold plot was moving nearby."

"Will it threaten us?"

Barde thought for a while, then shook his head: "I don't think the problem is big. You didn't feel the shock, right? Neither did I, this means that the exercise plot is not nearby."

"So why did the cold come?"

"You have many problems." Barde bent down, protecting his beard with one hand, and blew the peat to make the flames burn more vigorously. He spent this working time thinking about Dagon's problem, and after a while he said, "Dagon, how are the five elements of nature distributed throughout the world?"

"Distributed according to the terrain. Gold is in the cave and wood is in the wild, water occupies water and fire rises to heaven, and soil covers the earth and gathers into mountains and rivers."

"Yes, you memorize your formula well, you deserve to be a child of the Neil family." Barde said: "Elemental power can move along the terrain. I guess there should be some kind of mineral vein nearby, which is more friendly to gold and water elements, thus attracting the cold air in the distance. If you search carefully with this cold air, you should be able to verify my guess."

Dagon's eyes lit up and he said, "Mr. Barde, could it be a new vein?"

"It's possible. But can that kind of good thing fall on us?" Barde shook his head and said, "I don't know how to look at the mines and search for veins, and I don't recommend you to go. You won't be faster than those experts from the miners' union, or do you have to complete the hunting team's trials well, okay?"

"Yes, Mr. Valde." Dagon and his companions who were watching each other pulled the others into a warm range of the fire, and then sat down on the outside. The outsiders were the farthest from the fire, and they used their bodies to sense the temperature change outside. If they placed the sleeping person outside, when the temperature continued to drop, they were likely to freeze to death in their dreams.

After a while, Barde breathed a sigh of relief: "God of Aoli, the temperature has begun to rise, and it seems that the danger has passed. This can also prove my previous guess: the short-term elemental energy flow caused by underground changes. You two outside drink some hot water, eat something, and stick to the next shift before going to bed."

Dagon patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that the leader of Valde was about to lie down and go to bed, he hurriedly asked, "Sir, can I borrow a strong strap from you?"

"What do you want to do with a belt?"

"I want to make a grip ring on the head hunting axe." Dagon picked up the long-handled battle axe, pointed to the hole near the end, and said, "If there is a leather ring here, it can be put on the wrist. With the hammer and axe, the head hunting axe can better play the effect of hooking with a lock, especially when climbing, it can play the role of a pickaxe."

"I feel a little cumbersome, but it's up to you." Barde raised his hand and said, "There are two strands of straps in the bag next to the bear lizard. You can get it yourself."

After Dagon expressed his gratitude, he went to search. The leader's bag was neatly tidy and clean. The things inside had been placed in different categories, and the belt bundle was placed in a very conspicuous place. Next to the belt, there was a stack of thin "cloths" with markings, which made it feel cool when touched.

What is this? Dagon touched it curiously. At this time, Barde yawned and asked, "Have you found it? It's right in the middle of the top, the brown one is."

"Finished." Dagon hurriedly took out the belt, but also brought out the stack of "cloth". He scratched his head embarrassedly, picked it up and put it back. It was at this moment that he suddenly understood what this cloth was.

The skin of the frost snake.

Thanks to Valde's detailed explanation, the appearance characteristics of the frost snake, especially the characteristics of the body pattern, were printed in Dagon's head and appeared at this time. Everyone had already divided the snake flesh, and it was normal for snake skin to be stored in the backpack as a spoil. Dagon smiled apologetically at Valde and found that he had closed his eyes and went to sleep. He decided to close his mouth, quietly close his backpack again, and take the belt back to the alert position.

"It's so embarrassing to be scared by the snakeskin." Dagon was not satisfied with his performance. After he sat down, he began to intercept the belt, and penetrated it through the hole and tied it to a buckle that could withstand his weight. This work was not complicated, and during this period, Dagon suddenly had a thought: Why are there so few snakeskins?

The frost snake is very big, with pieces of flesh as evidence. Judging from the thickness of the single sheet of snake skin, if the whole snake skin is stacked, it should be more, much more, not just the size of a hand towel, but only seven or eight layers. He roughly gestured, and the snake skins were about the same size as the blanket sleeping under his body.

If you think about it carefully, there are actually problems. The snake skin in the bag is very clean and obviously has been processed. Although you are not a professional tanner, you often go through the leather shop in Jian Gucheng and know that fresh leather needs to be spread out with tools such as racks to avoid tightening, wrinkling, and reducing the area. In the wild, there is often no time to deal with this, so most of the leather will curl up. However, the snake skin in the Valde backpack is very flat and has edges and corners when folded, which is obviously not in line with common sense.

If the number of snake skins can be explained by cutting them into separate storage, then what can be used to explain the state of frost snake skin? Dagon thought about it and found a doubt, but he could not use this doubt to further expand it. In the end, he still didn't get any answers.

"Maybe I'm just thinking too much!" He tied the belt tightly and pulled it hard to confirm that it was strong enough. "If you can't figure it out, don't think about it anymore. Anyway, it's not an important thing. What I should do more now is to prepare for the next dream. Especially first, to calculate what actions to use to climb the steps faster."

While staring at the movements of caves and tunnels outside the camp, you plan your movements in your mind. You should use your hand to exert force, how to create a fulcrum to pry the center of gravity, how to climb and sway your body, and how to finally throw your torso to the steps.

The practice was repeated over and over in his mind, which quickly passed the vigil duty time. He woke up the next shift and handed over the previous sudden drop in temperature and the work of taking care of the fire. He slept for half a night with full confidence.

This time he still slept very quickly, and he found that he had indeed continued the last plot, hanging on the hunting axe under the steps, and was very physically strong. Before he could give the order, his body moved by itself, fully and accurately carrying out the actions he had previously imagined, and climbed up the steps in a nearly perfect posture in the shortest time.

"Is this happening?" Dagon knelt on the steps. His body or his body, how could he move by himself? "Is it because of the changeable exercises in his mind before that could affect the physical activities of this world?"

This is the most reasonable explanation at the moment. Perhaps there are other things, but now is not a good time to ponder. Dagon hurriedly got up, carrying the burning hunting axe, and rushed up before the steps disappeared.

Eighty-one steps, you can rush up after a few breaths. Dagon placed the tip of the hunting axe's spear in front and rushed into the light at the end of the steps. The strong light made him dizzy, and then the brightness dropped sharply. He tried to open his eyes with tears and found that he was back in the circle of fire.

"Bastard!" he roared angrily.

"Don't blame yourself like this, you have succeeded. At least it's a small step."

Dagon immediately turned around, and the previous monster stood two meters behind him, applauding him gently with both hands. "Dagon, you have worked hard to leave the soul class and find your perch in the spiritual stage..."

Puff!

The spear tip of the hunting axe pierced through the eye socket and penetrated out of the back of the head. Dagon killed him. He rotated the hunting axe and pulled it out, exerting force from his waist and abdomen, causing his shoulders and arms to rotate, and used the axe blade to tangently towards the weirdo's neck, preparing to behead him.

He failed because the monster held the axe blade with one hand. His strength was extremely powerful. He only used one hand, and even seemed to have just used his fingers to suppress the power of Dagon's arms. The hunting axe did not move at all under his control, and even began to shatter. Dagon fought with him, and eventually the complete collapse of the hunting axe!

The fragments were all flames, scattering like explosions of fireworks. In the dazzling light, Dagon rushed towards the monster and waved his fists at his injured eye sockets.

"Enough!" The weird man waved his arm and did not hit Dagon directly. The wind pressure brought by his arm knocked Dagon to the ground. "I'm not a monster, you stupid dwarf! I'm the spirit of the ancestor, you have to call me Grandpa! You idiot, have you ever heard of the enlightenment of the gods?"

"Don't think of lying to me, you monster." Dagon got up from the ground and spitted blood, with four broken teeth mixed in it.

"Why is this ancient clan as stupid as a stone? The dwarf is just tougher and a little ugly, but has no intellectual defects!" The monster shook his head a little, and his pierced eye sockets and skull began to heal. In just a few seconds, he blinked and stared at Dagon with two intact eyes. "In order to open your elm head and make it easier for you to understand the whole thing, I can show you the figure in front of the statue of the Temple of Ornith or in front of the holy emblem. If I were a monster, Ornith would attack me, right?"

Dargon wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes rolled, his brain thought about it, and then nodded. "This method is great. Why don't you show yourself during the coming-of-age ceremony?"
Chapter completed!