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Dawn: "What would happen if we set fire to this rest tree?"

Vivienne recalled and thought for a while: "The person who first lit the resting wood, what he saw and heard through the firelight, will reappear in front of us."

Don didn't answer right away.

But to look at the burned rest tree on the ground again——

The flames left rough charred traces with ravines, red and yellow and black and gray.

"If the red and yellow carbonization marks represent good memories or pictures, then what do the black and gray ones represent? Painful or disturbing memories?"

Dorn speculated in his mind.

Look at the resting wood, the intricate red and black intertwined. If these really represent a person's beautiful and painful memories...

That piece of firewood that has been lying in the temple for an unknown period of time really records a very long story.

"Will the person who lit this resting wood be Vivienne?"

Don didn't know.

And Miss Goblin next to her is actually thinking about the same thing as Donne at the moment——

Was it my former self who lit this resting wood?

If so, what did I see in the firelight back then?

The two were silent with each other for a while.

Afterwards, Dawn took the lead in breaking the silent atmosphere: "Do you want to light it up?"

"Yeah." Vivienne nodded quickly.

No matter what this resting wood has ever recorded, as long as it is re-ignited now, everything will be clear.

puff.

Magical traction, accompanied by the activation of the [Flame Technique], a dancing flame suddenly lit up on this section of the resting wood.

The flame grew bigger and brighter.

There is a nice smell, like musk, permeated in the fine smoke and dust.

At the beginning when the rest wood was lit, the burning situation was normal, and the heat wave was surging, accompanied by the sound of "bi peeling" of charcoal burning.

But slowly, a scene different from ordinary firewood lighting happened.

On a section of the yellow charred trace of the resting wood, light and shadow began to flicker among the flames.

The light and shadow in the firelight gradually expanded and became clearer and clearer, until finally it looked like a dancing projection screen.

Moreover, from the picture in the fire, there are voices that do not belong to the flame.

It was the sound of the howling wind and snow—

woo woo woo.

The winter wind whimpered with flying snowflakes, and the sky and the earth were covered with a white and vast scene.

In the picture, you can see the towering Qima Snow Mountain like a jade fan hanging upside down.

At the foot of the snow mountain, dozens of people can be seen.

Among them were regular knights who wore armor on their horses, and their every move was dignified. There are also some mercenaries who stand behind the horses and behave more loosely, but are better equipped.

In this group, the leader was a serious middle-aged man with a sophisticated and chilling aura.

The man is astride a fat white horse, holding the rein in his hand. There was wind and snow sticking to the gray beard around his mouth, but the man didn't care much.

He ordered in a deep voice: "There is a snow mountain ahead. Get off your horse, Wen Feng."

The man's words were for a boy next to him who also straddled the horse.

The boy was about fourteen or fifteen years old, handsome and strong. He has neat short chestnut hair, armor, a thick black fur robe, and a long sword with ornate decorations on his waist.

"Yes, father."

The boy named Wen Feng nodded respectfully, then dismounted skillfully.

Then, he looked up at the towering and unmoving Qima Snow Mountain, and his originally determined expression became a little shaken and confused.

At this time, Wen Feng was still a child after all.

"Wen Feng." The man on the horse said again in that unfriendly tone, "You are a child of the Xuelang family. After your 14th birthday, you will go to Qima Snow Mountain alone to survive for a week. Your grandfather is This way, I am like this, you are like this, and your son must be like this in the future."

"After you came back alive from Qima Snow Mountain, you can be regarded as a man of the Xuelang family."

"I know, father." Wen Feng nodded respectfully again, then silently clenched his fists, and the shaken expression on his face dissipated a little.

Wen Feng's figure and his black fur robe, which was violently fluttered by the wind and snow, disappeared behind the forest at the foot of the snow mountain.

His father, who is also the Marquis of the Xuelang family, paused and coughed.

The mercenaries who had been standing loosely behind the knights walked up to the horses.

"Lord Marquis?" The leader of this group of mercenaries was a strong man who was blind in one eye and wore a blindfold.

"Follow him quietly. Like I told you before, don't help him unless his life is in danger."

The Marquis, who looked quite serious on the outside, said in a slow tone.

Then he turned back and looked at a young knight behind him: "Peter, you go too."

"As you ordered, Lord Marquis."

The named knight Peter quickly dismounted without any objection and walked into the mercenary team.

Under the gaze of Lord Marquis, this elite mercenary team also walked into the snowy forest filled with wind and snow.

Then, the picture inside the firelight was filled with the flying wind and snow.

The wind howled non-stop.

woo woo woo.

...

Dawn and Vivienne stared at the dancing scenes in the firelight, their expressions were a little surprised.

Judging from the image of the resting wood being lit, the person who first lit the firewood was not Vivian herself as the two had guessed earlier.

And there is a high probability that it is the boy named Wen Feng.

That is, the one who was later called the Earl of Skinning, the leader of Qima Snow Mountain.

The undead who was full of evil, but pursued eternal life in his later years, was finally nailed to a sarcophagus by an unknown wandering wizard to rot and stink. In the darkness, he spent hundreds of years in loneliness, fear, despair, and numbness.

"That Earl Wenfeng, once lit this strange resting wood in [Concerto Forest]? How could it be him?" Dorn was still surprised.

Although judging from the information collected recently, Earl Wenfeng did occupy the 【Concert Forest】.

In addition, after his death, the tomb was built at the teleportation array of this relic.

Even the sarcophagus where Wen Feng's body was placed was placed where the teleportation array would open.

"Thinking about what this Earl Wenfeng has done, it is true that there is an obsession with [Concerto Forest] everywhere." Donne thought so in his heart.

However, judging from folk stories, [Concerto Forest] was closed before Wen Feng's death and will not be opened again.

Wen Feng also angered his subordinates who guarded the location of the ruins because of this matter, and peeled their skins.

And this time [Concerto Forest] will be opened again, the high probability is because of Vivienne's return after an unknown number of years.

After these thoughts flashed in Dawn's mind, the picture in the firelight also changed.

The interlaced red and black memories on the resting wood have not yet finished "playing".