Frost Wings

The bonfire in the center of the camp was crackling.

The permafrost was burned into a small puddle by the flames. The few people were not roasted very warmly. On the contrary, the flames in this kind of place could only ensure a little temperature in the cold wind.

"What's for dinner tonight?"

The dwarf threw a stone and stirred the fire with a mace.

"I don't know, but there should be no extra food," the ranger said angrily. He covered his shoulders and let out a white breath: "Whatever you want, dwarf biscuits (a kind of compressed biscuits) will be fine."

"It's dwarf biscuits again." The dwarf muttered, and a gust of ice wind blew, and he hissed, "It's really cold."

They were still wearing thick furs, and even the northern elves with cold-resistant physiques covered their ears with plush earmuffs.

It's really cold here.

The Great Glacier is the coldest place in the main material world. The terrifying cold current descends from the north to the south, and the falling snow turns into water and solidifies into a thicker ice shell.

Trembling in the icy wind, the adventure team regretted it at this moment.

"Simply take a rest, the frost giants haven't gone far." The northern elf breathed and touched the long sword at his waist: "These **** lunatics."

The adventure team fell silent, remembering the blood on the way, a bleak cold seemed to seep into the heart through the fur and skin.

……

Investigating the signs of the northern frost giant clan's actions is a common task that is issued several times a year for the principality of Varda in the north of Antas.

The country's proximity to glaciers, sporadic white dragon prey or beast harassment is not so deadly to the threat of humanoid races, and the hordes of frost giants are the public enemy of the cold land countries. The ruling classes are well aware that if the fearsome giants cannot find enough food in the hunting grounds to the north, they will turn their eyes to the south.

Therefore, every time there is a change in the Frost Giant or strange weather occurs in the Great Glacier, the adventurers in the cold land will receive tasks issued by various governments to go deep into the Great Glacier to investigate the information of the Frost Giant.

The dwarf priest felt that he was a little unlucky. A few days after entering the glacier, he encountered a tribe of frost giants. He was dragged down by a stupid **** and triggered the attack of the frost giants. Will reason with humans, elves, and dwarves, and seem especially crazy when they encounter them.

The priest shivered for a while, thinking of a **** who fought with him - the frost giant was obviously not yet an adult, but he already had a crazy will to fight, one of his eyes was blind, and the other eye was covered with The scars look cloudy, and there are remnants of magical power on them. It is obviously from some kind of high-level body repairing spell. It is obvious that this frost giant lost his eyes in a certain battle. One may be too damaged or unlucky, and it cannot be saved - the healing power of divine arts is not omnipotent. Repairing damaged bodies in this way is the same as resuscitating the dead torn apart by giant wounds. Take your luck.

A group of lunatic frost giants pursued the team desperately, and the adventure team sacrificed three lives before escaping from the pursuit.

Thinking of the sacrifice dwarves began to pray to Ham, trying to use the watcher's oracle to soothe the fear in their hearts, and also sighed that the frost giants are really a savage race, and the underage cubs are already so experienced Hundred battles, thinking of my childhood, although not very happy, but there is no blood.

A bunch of monsters.

Holy magic protects the dwarf body from the cold, but the cold in his heart can't be driven away no matter what.

Suddenly, his shoulder was lightly knocked, and he felt the silent captain, Aland, stand up—he is a sturdy northern human who uses an axe and a huge gladiator's round shield.

"Where's Jonk?" Aland looked around the camp, his thick eyebrows furrowed.

"Jonk?" The Ranger smiled indifferently and sarcastically: "This idiot must be dead."

"Don't be ridiculous." Aland said, "He is our comrade-in-arms."

"Is there actually a comrade-in-arms who harmed comrades-in-arms?" The Ranger's expression was even more sarcastic: "Dear Arland, according to our previous rules, we should abandon him directly because of the mistakes he made outside the Frost Giant Tribe. "

"It depends on the situation." Arland said, "He is the only spellcaster we hired this time."

"Spellcaster? Don't we still have a dwarf?" The Ranger pouted.

"Damn, you rude fellow." The dwarf priest blew his beard and stared, "Apologize to me immediately!"

"He's a wizard, and he can always be used." Alain frowned and let out a white breath: "Leave aside the weird knowledge, this time I want him to perform some tricks. , may help us withstand the **** cold."

"I remember he went to rest in the tent." The Northland elf planted three branches on the ground, and placed Jin grass under it. The adventurers saw his actions and fell silent, and the rangers and dwarves also stopped. His face turned sad.

This is a ritual commonly used by mercenaries in the north to commemorate dead comrades.

The dwarf waited silently for the northern elf to finish. He seemed to be silent longer than the others. Aland patted him on the shoulder: "Still thinking of her?"

"Yeah." The dwarf sighed: "She is a good warrior, and she hates evil. We all regret not being chosen by my lord as a paladin. I didn't expect to just come out to relax..."

"Relax?"

"It's a pity for her to kill the evil and kill the evil." The dwarf priest shook his head and stood up: "I'll go find that stupid wizard boy."

"You wouldn't kill him, would you?"

"Don't worry, beat him at the most." The dwarf picked up the mace and walked towards the tent behind the glacier.

……

"I killed my comrades, I killed my comrades..."

Trembling and hiding under the covers, Jonker muttered to himself with scattered eyes, this is a fledgling wizard, with a young face, a thin and fragile body, and an equally thin and old spell book reminding others of the wizard's fighting power It's not strong. The appearance of such a wizard in an adventure team is obviously to use some knowledge he has painstakingly learned - to open secret doors and puzzles that only wizards can understand, to distinguish completely incomprehensible languages, and when necessary When it is time to exert special power, as for throwing spells to hurt people? Ha, don't be kidding, how can a one or two level Leyline Outer Spell deal with a rough-skinned frost giant? Weakening spells? It's not as good as a knife.

The role of such a magician in battle is to quickly retreat to a safe location to make soy sauce, use stealth spells to save lives, and try not to attract the attention of the enemy. Putting debuffs out of the way is something only a wizard who is bold and skilled in combat can do.

In just two days, the reality let Jonker know the cruelty of adventure.

How cruel. Not long ago, I was talking to myself cordially, telling myself that the power of justice is omnipotent. Big sister, she disappeared under the siege of the frost giants in a blink of an eye~www.wuxiahere.com~ Now she What will happen? According to the custom of the frost giants, her skull will be skinned and hung in the hall of some frost giant?

The open diary was in front of him, and the above 'Research on the Habits of the Northern Glacier Biological Settlement' stuck to his heart like a skating knife, he remembered that he handed this subject to his mentor and looked down proudly 'without creativity' The sarcastic smile at the corner of the teacher's mouth was lost to the students who had no future.

"Since you have this kind of ambition, go for it."

His mentor commented lightly.

Hell, hell, hell, hell.

His mind seemed to be torn in two in the fierce psychological struggle.

I am Jonker Varage, son of a nobleman, a future great scholar, can't be so cowardly.

Laughing wildly, sharp blades and blood.

I am a wizard, a son of noble power, and it is an honor for mortals to sacrifice for me.

"Noble? Don't talk too much, little brat, you still have to rely on us to protect you."

I... I shouldn't be so afraid. The decline of life and death are destined to be seen everywhere on my way. I can't even conquer fear. How can I climb up?

Darkness, Chaos and Destruction.

The young wizard shivered, and the predator opened its claws in the darkness.

With a scream of 'Ow', the young wizard found himself thrown down by an unknown monster. The hard bone armor and thorns made him scream, and his blood-red eyes seemed to carry endless bloodthirsty. keep an eye on him. His body seemed to be shrouded in a fog-like color block (mosaic), and it was completely unclear what it was.

"Help! Help! There's a monster!" The wizard shouted in horror as he felt that he was being dragged out of the tent upside down by the monster.

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