The trembling hands reached into the pockets to look for the toys of the coat, but even though he was wrapped in three layers of thick cotton coats, the bone-chilling cold was still unbearable.
Only then did Xia De understand that this coldness is the characteristic of this special place called "Dead Valley". Otherwise, with his current physical fitness, it is impossible for him not to be able to bear this chill.
[If you hadn't drunk the blood brew of "Ice Crystal Butterfly" to increase the cold resistance during the reception of the gods, the current situation would probably be even worse. 】
"She" also reminded in the ear.
Now is not a good time to stand in the snow and discuss issues, although the snow layer in the valley in front of them is almost completely flat, and there are no traces of human activities. However, in the cave ruins on the curved cliffs on both sides of the valley directly in front, the light of the bonfire can be vaguely seen. At the same time, it seems to be the entrance to the ruins of the entire library.
Generally speaking, although [Father of the Infinite Tree] likes to throw Shad some distance away from the real event location, it will not be too far away from the real event location every time. Now that he saw the flames, Xia De knew where his destination was. .
"It's so cold..."
While sighing in my heart, I struggled to move forward in the snow. After taking two steps, I felt like I tripped over something hard under the snow.
After hesitating for a second, he inserted his hand into the snow and pulled the heavy and cold thing out of the snow. What he saw was a completely frozen corpse that had been frozen to death. It was the corpse of a man, wearing a long robe, his skin was a bit dark, and his eyes were fixed on the top.
"oh!"
Xia De quickly threw away the corpse, and was no longer curious about what was under the snow.
The main entrance of the relic of the library has long been lost. There are only dark holes left in the library carved on the cliff, standing quietly in the snow like abandoned beehives.
The deep building is dead silent, while the crackling bonfire is lit on the flat stone ground inside the main entrance, surrounded by crooked and abandoned graystone bookshelves, and the relics left by adventurers of all ages. Even the huge rectangular entrance door frame looks a little crooked, and only through the faded murals on the walls and the remaining traces of the ether lamp on the zenith can one see the former glory of this place.
Beside the warm campfire were three young witches.
The witch with yellow hair was wearing a brown robe, holding her legs with both hands, and looked at the fire in front of her in a daze. Her ears were a bit pointed, and because of the action of hugging her legs, the robe that seemed to have been scorched at the edge was pulled upwards, revealing a pair of black lace-up ladies' long cloth boots. She was sitting right outside the door where there was heavy snowfall.
Behind her is a girl with a thick red tail and red hair, wearing a white shirt and a thin plaid skirt that is out of season, kneeling on the right side of the yellow-haired witch, only the fur vest on her shoulders can be regarded as clothing to keep out the cold. She leaned forward and approached the campfire, as if she was tending the fire, but also as if she was observing something through the flames.
A third witch with long golden hair hanging behind her, but it seemed that she hadn't washed it for a long time, was sitting on the left side of the yellow-haired witch. She looked the most... sloppy, also wearing a brown robe, with a pair of round glasses on her face. She sat on a pile of old books, and at the same time, there was a pile of old books as high as her body after sitting down, protecting her from the wind and snow blowing from the door.
Because the wind and snow kept sweeping from outside the huge old library door, traces of unmelted snow and wet traces could be seen on the pile of old books.
None of the three witches spoke, only the sound of the wind whistling outside the door was constantly echoing. They didn't seem to be in a very good condition, and their numb expressions showed that they had probably stayed here for a long time.
Suddenly, the red-haired girl who was tending the fire moved her ears, then turned her head and looked outside the door:
"Teacher, there is the sound of walking!"
The yellow-haired witch with thin ears facing the door, and the blond witch sitting in the pile of books also looked up at the door. In the almost pure white world, behind the goose-feather snow curtain, a black figure is walking with difficulty step by step.
"oh?"
The witch wearing round glasses squinted her eyes with the help of the special glasses, and was the first to see the figure walking in the snow:
"Why does it look like a man?"
The figure was getting closer and closer. Although the occasional appearance of tripping over something under the snow was a bit funny, he was undoubtedly walking towards this place.
"Teacher, I didn't feel the man's approach."
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At this moment, the three of them saw the approaching man, who was raising his arms to cover his face to prevent the icy snowflakes from constantly hitting his head.
"he is......"
The yellow-haired witch walked around the fire towards the crooked door.
"Britney, is this your acquaintance?"
The witch with round glasses asked curiously:
"You can meet acquaintances in such a ghostly place? Fiona, when did your teacher know a man?"
The red-haired girl shook her head lightly, and then the two also got up, and followed the yellow-haired witch with the thin ears to the door.
The huge door frame, where the door panel could not be found, seemed to be a dividing line. None of the three of them stepped out, but watched the man in the bloated clothes approach step by step.
On the face of the yellow-haired witch, a surprised expression gradually appeared, and then that expression turned into a gentle smile. And Xia De, who was approaching, also noticed the three ladies standing at the door.
Even if the pendant that can detect witches cannot be brought to this era, he can still determine that these three are all witches.
"Am I dazzled? That young girl with red hair, why does she have a big tail behind her?"
He looked at them from under his arms, and looked at the faces of the three of them one by one. Then he paused, crossed the heavy snow, and looked at the twenty-three or four-year-old lady with yellow hair standing in the front. .
Both of them froze there, then Xia De quickened his pace and walked forward, and finally came to the door under the surprised eyes of the blond witch with round glasses and the red-haired witch with a tail~www.mtlnovel.com~.
The yellow-haired witch stretched out her hand, took Xia De's cold right hand, and dragged it into the door from outside the defense and warning ceremony they arranged.
It seemed as if a layer of water had broken through, and they were obviously two spaces connected to each other, but the inside of the door frame was unusually dry and warm. Even the crackling sound of the bonfire made Xia De feel comfortable in his heart.
He stomped hard to shake the icy snow off the bottom of his boots, patting his hair and shoulders to keep the melting snow from soaking his clothes.
This is the time to look up and say hello:
"Hello ladies."
Regardless of whether the other party understood or not, he greeted the strange red-haired girl with a tail and the blond lady wearing round-frame glasses. Then, feeling a little nostalgic, he looked at the witch with long yellow hair and pointed ears. .
The pointed ears are a symbol of the blood of the elves, and the patterns like vines and branches and leaves sewn with thin threads on the robe are the unique decorations of the elves, all of which were informed by the knowledge of the elves to Shad.
And there was only one witch with elf blood that he knew in the past:
"Long time no see, Miss Britney Olanode."
"haven't seen you for a long time......"
The Moon Witch also said that she seemed to understand Delarion, and there was an indescribable mood in her golden eyes.
The lady, who is one-eighth elven, looks the same as she did 22 years ago. With her rosy lips parted slightly, she spoke the name hoarsely:
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