The sun rises slowly in winter.

When we set off, there was a faint white light in the sky, but it was not until the convoy rumbling forward for a few hours that the sun slowly got up like a sleepy teenager after playing a night of games.

The snow tires of the off-road vehicle pressed over the thin ice on the Seward Highway, making a clattering noise.

Enruck said that the Seward Highway is the most beautiful road in the world. From Anchorage to the Kenai Peninsula, there are high mountains and valleys, blue glaciers and lakes along the way. If in the evening, you can follow the most beautiful sunset. Follow the midnight light in Alaska.

But this year's winter was extremely cold. The cold air from the polar regions occupied the sky of the southern Gulf of Alaska very early, and it came here and never left.

Except for the glacier, the rest of the beauty on the Seward Highway no longer exists.

However, Huang Liang really likes to see this desolate scenery. After all, he spent most of his life in the red and willow green, whether it is the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River in Wuzhong, the style of Europa in Amsterdam, or the romance and warmth of Stanley Park. Not the primitive beauty reflected by the glaciers here shocked his heart.

When they entered the Harding Icefield and got out of the car, Huang Liang felt that his soul had flown out and merged with the vast world in the cold air.

The Harding Icefield is covered with a 1,600-meter ice cap. About 12,000 years ago, the Pleistocene glaciers covering the entire continent began to melt, but for unknown reasons, there was a thousand square kilometers of ice left in southern Alaska. crown.

Compared to the ice age more than 10,000 years ago, Harding Icefield is just a fragment of ice and snow left over from that era. But human beings seem so small when standing in front of it. Those huge glaciers stretched out like the tentacles of the earth, and the rolling ice peaks were glowing with faint blue, as if to tell its ancient sadness.

Enluk proudly said that every step under his feet here is a testimony to the ancient history of the earth.

Huang Liang agrees with this sentence very much, but he knows that it is not the time to appreciate the beautiful scenery, nor are they tourists on foot on the ice field.

The only clue to find the Holy Land of Ice is in the Wolf family’s dream. The mysterious white wolf once led the ancestors of the Wolf family through the eternal land, but the latecomers never had such luck. You can only see the demeanor of the White Wolf King in your dreams.

Kui Wolf is the closest person to the White Wolf in the family in recent generations. He had entered that sacred place in a dream, and stared at the white wolf at close range.

Dreams are not a godsend, nor are they the real world. Dreams are made up of memories, and about the White Wolf and the Holy Land are the ancient memories etched in the genes of the Wolf tribe.

According to the hint in the dream, the place where the Wolf King appeared last should be in Harding Icefield.

Kenai Peninsula once lived with a huge wolf. They were two meters long and more than one meter tall at the shoulder. They were the real king of canines. Beginning in the 16th century, humans hunted and killed it for three hundred years, and eventually became extinct in the 1920s.

What Huang Liang saw in Old Wolff's dream was a scene of a group of white men hunting down Kenai Mountain wolves. When the wolves had nowhere to escape, the White Wolf King appeared. It attracted all the attention of hunters, and was finally besieged on an ice cliff.

Old Wolf had tried to break through the barrier of dreams. In order to get clues to the Holy Land, the Parasite also urged him to do so, causing his weakness to almost die.

Only Hong Kui successfully passed through the barrier and saw the face of the ice cliff clearly. He believed that as long as he found this place, he would surely find further clues.

It is very difficult to find a specific location on an ice field of 1,900 square kilometers. What's more, the details shown in the dream are only scenes etched in genetic memory. At least one hundred years have passed. In the past one hundred years, the surface glaciers have undergone great changes, and perhaps there has long been completely unrecognizable. Sometimes after a heavy snowfall, the mountain peaks become flat ground, never revealing its true colors.

In fact, according to the influence of the Wolf family, as long as Hong Kui described the details of the scene and arranged for someone to find it. As long as there are enough people and equipment, it is relatively easy to find it.

In fact, Hong Kui had already started doing this. But in order to keep it secret, he didn't make a big fanfare, but only let Enruk, whom he trusted, to be responsible, and did it quietly.

Although Enruk did not find that place, he delineated the scope, at least excluding most irrelevant areas.

He pointed to the undulating ice mountain in front of him and said, "It's probably there, there, and there."

Huang Liang frowned unconsciously. The scope was too large, and they pointed in three directions. How to find this?

Hong Kui climbed up a high slope, looked in the distance, then pointed in a certain direction and said, "There."

Huang Liang asked: "Are you sure?"

Hong Kui nodded: "I can smell his breath coming with the wind."

Huang Liang knew that by "he" he meant the white wolf. He smelt it against the wind, the air on the ice sheet was fresh, and there was nothing but the cold that made the nose and throat dry.

In winter, the sun either doesn't come out, it climbs high as soon as it comes out. The sun shone on the ice, shining randomly, as if there were gems buried everywhere.

The three of them carried heavy equipment and accelerated their pace to move forward. There are only five or six hours of daylight in this season. If you can't find the clue to the next step and return as soon as possible, you can only camp on the ice field.

It took about two hours before they came to the foot of the ice peak that didn't seem far away.

Huang Liang glanced back, trying to determine the distance when he came, but the dazzling light reflected from the ice surface made him very uncomfortable. He squinted his eyes, and suddenly saw a vague black shadow with a cloak flashing in the halo, and when he looked closer, it was gone again.

"It seems that someone is following us." Huang Liang was sure that he had no dizziness.

"Who?" Enruk was taken aback, looked back, but saw nothing.

Huang Liang looked at Hong Kui, wondering if he saw it, because he also looked back.

"Well, don't care about him." Hong Kui said, "Let's go ours."

They continued to move forward, and after three hours, Hong Kui suddenly stopped.

He silently looked at the snowfield in front of him, with the color of ice in his eyes, faintly blue.

"This is it," he said.

Huang Liang couldn't see any connection between this place and the ice cliff in his dream.

"Here?" He asked ~lightnovelpub.net~ it's here. "Hong Kui said, "Heavy snow covers the shape of the mountain, and it is in the ice below our feet." "

"Then what should we do?" Huang Liang didn't think they could pry open the ice layer here.

Hong Kui stopped talking, just stood quietly, as if listening to something.

"Listen, he's calling!" he murmured.

Enruk didn't hear anything, but didn't dare to ask, just opened his mouth in surprise.

Huang Liang felt an unusual mental fluctuation from Hong Kui. He turned his head to look and saw that the beard on Hong Kui's cheek was growing, and the entire face was growing long white hair.

The mental fluctuations became more and more obvious, spreading outward like ripples, and then sharp fangs protruded from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes glowed with green, as if he could see through the thick ice.

At that moment, Huang Liang knew that the white wolf was not under the ice sheet, and Kui Wolf was the white wolf.