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The wind and snow were very strong, and although the **** was barefoot, he did not leave any footprints on the snow.

Xia De could only chase forward along the direction of the ridge, but fortunately the tree father would not throw him too far, and after a while he saw the light of flames under the ridge.

It almost rolled down along the snow surface—it was faster this way, and on the downhill, there stood a stone that was covered by snow from nowhere. The firelight was coming from behind the stone, which was a good shelter from the wind.

When Shade walked over, he even found that people around the campfire had built a small shelter with dead branches, cloth and ice, relying on stones.

The sound of his bare feet walking on the snow made the three people who were as numb as corpses turn around to look at him by the bonfire in the air-loaking shelter.

The first thing Xia De noticed was not that the witch would agree to the man hiding with her. The first thing he noticed was that the **** with long silver-white hair was not here.

There was very little snow behind the rocks, and the bonfire was set up on the ground. Two women and a man huddled around the bonfire, trying not to expose themselves to the wind and snow. The snow blowing in from the cracks in this simple shelter covered the ground with thin frost. The three people who watched Xia De walking were all expressionless. Even after Xia De got into their "shelter", he used his body When the biggest air leak was blocked, the three of them did not speak.

"Hmm... hello, you guys."

Xia De greeted hesitantly, and stretched out his hand to let the bonfire warm himself. The flame that can be ignited here is certainly not an ordinary flame, nor is it a bonfire made by the witch's secret technique or even a mysia, the fire itself is some kind of powerful item. The first fire in Xia De's body was agitated, obviously wanting to devour the flame. But it's a pity that the real "primordial fire" was sparked by Sister Devlin, and Xia De was only the embers of fire given by the nun, and he couldn't devour the flame.

No one responded to Xia De, and the three of them just looked at him. This scene was very strange. Xia De shrank his body and warmed his palms to the fire, and said in a low voice:

"Ladies, and this gentleman, I don't really understand the current situation. Why don't we introduce ourselves?"

He first points to himself:

"I'm a foreigner from far away, lost in a snowstorm."

Pointing his finger at the flame, relying on the "flame plasticity" spell to make the flame in the bonfire jump upwards suddenly. At the same time, Xia De also realized that the burning of the flames actually depends on spiritual power. The three people present now have such numb expressions. Apart from the influence of the environment, one of the reasons is to maintain the burning of the flames.

"You see, although I am not a witch, a great witch did some small experiments on me, which led to me possessing some special abilities."

He explained casually.

Only one of the two ladies is a witch, the other is an ordinary person. The witch is not the older lady, but a girl who looks about eighteen or nineteen years old.

She has unusually silver hair, and her eyes are red gold, which is similar to red gold mixed. This hair color and eye color are not natural and should be due to occult research.

Wrapped in a blanket made of unknown white fur, the witch sat in the most sheltered position in this simple shelter:

"Witch Chloe, Zarath Academy."

Her voice was a bit cold, but at least the vigilant eyes looking at Xia De made her human:

"Man, what nonsense are you talking about. If the witch's experiment can make men have extraordinary abilities, then the fifth era is not the fifth era."

She paused:

"Whatever you are, please listen now. One of the three of us is possessed by a demon, but no one knows who it is, and we may not even know if it is ourselves...you Is it a demon?"

"No, no, I'm not an evil spirit from the third era."

Xia De shook his head immediately, then stretched out his fingers to light up the light:

"Silver Moon."

The holy silver light attracted the attention of the three of them, and they all stared blankly at the moonlight. There is no moon here, and the few people trapped in the mountains have not seen the moonlight for an unknown amount of time.

"Look, even if the devil can forge the moonlight, it can't be so pure. Are you a witch from the Zarath Institute? Oh, I also have friends in the Zarath Institute."

But Miss Becky Samuel, who appeared in Dead Valley with Miss Oranold and Miss Fiona Drago, was three thousand years later.

Witch Chloe nodded:

"Man, you don't have to get close to me. Listen, the three of us want to go to the top of the mountain because of our different purposes. I want to go to the top of the mountain for the ice. I need that material for experiments. Our team originally had nineteen people, But after the accident, there are only three of us left now. If you are not afraid of danger, stay here, but we will not leave here until we find out the devil."

In a blizzard, if the devil suddenly attacked, the three of them would surely die, so although her decision was negative, it was rational.

"A very sensible decision."

Xia De praised, the witch snorted and ignored him.

"Hello, sir, my name is Marcus Marquez, you can call me Mrs. Marquez. I was originally a follower of another witch, but my master died on the way... ..I will continue her wish and keep going.”

Mrs. Marquez looked about thirty-seven or eighteen years old, with some imperceptible freckles on her face, slender limbs, and a turban.

"What wish?"

Xia De asked curiously, and the witch on the other side snorted again:

"Witness the highest peak of the Silver White Mountains and print your footprints on it. The unlucky lady disappeared in the team at some point, and we only found her boots. Marquez took her boots, He said he wanted to fulfill her wish on her behalf."

"That's how admirable it is."

Xia De sighed slightly, and finally looked at the man huddled in the corner. Shade met many men in the fifth era, such as the boy in Hope Town, Mr. Riddle, the "luckiest mortal", the king who was poisoned to death at the banquet of the gods, and the man who once held the "Demon Hunting Seal". elder.

But the man I met this time was different from them. He looked about the same age as Xia De, with a red mark on the left cheek. Cowardly and cowering in the corner, it was the worst position behind the boulder. After being stared at by Xia De, he immediately lowered his head, and the man did not intend to introduce himself.

"he is......"

"Exile."

It was still the young witch who seemed to be only eighteen years old who was speaking:

"Looking at the marks on his face, it means that he stole something in the witch's territory and was exiled here. We only met him not long ago. Considering that there may be a need for pathfinding or as bait, we put He stayed."

Xia De nodded, and he had a preliminary understanding of the composition of these lost people.

The light of the bonfire gradually became stronger with Xia De's arrival. The fire illuminated the four faces, and in the depths of the snow-capped mountains where the wind was blowing, the lost seemed to have their own thoughts.

Xia De didn't ask the so-called demon possession first, but instead asked:

"Did you see a lady with bare feet, wearing a white robe, and holding a white oak staff?"

Witch Miss Chloe wrapped her blanket and shook her head slightly:

"It's just us here. But since I answered your question, then..."

As she said that, she suddenly reached out and grabbed Xia De's wrist. She was a little surprised that Xia De didn't resist. After feeling it for a while, she let go of her hand and looked at her palm, and said in a slightly brisk tone:

"Look, I knew you were definitely not a man."

The red-gold eyes looked at Xia De again, and seeing that he didn't respond, he snorted again.

Xia De didn't comment on this, but when the two got in touch, he knew that this young-looking witch was already at the eleventh level:

"You know the **** of winter."

"Of course I know, what's the problem?"

Miss Chloe asked again, tightening the white fur on her body.

It's interesting to say that all the witches Xia De has seen in the past are very tall. Even the apprentices who have partially inherited the power of witches are taller than normal women of the same age. But Miss Chloe in front of him is just the opposite. Originally, Xia De thought that he was wrong because she shrank her body, but at this moment he was sure that the height of the other party was indeed a bit below the normal level.

At this time, the way he was wriggling wrapped in a white blanket made Xia De want to laugh for some reason, but fortunately he held back.

"no problem."

Xia De shook his head, knowing that the **** did not appear around the three of them, or that the three of them forgot something:

"I still have some warm clothes here~lightnovelpub.net~ While talking, I took out toys from my pocket, turned the toys into real objects and distributed them to the three of you. Miss Chloe, the witch, thanked him while watching him cast a spell, Mal Although Mrs. Kess didn't know who Xia De was, she was more respectful after confirming that he had the ability to cast spells.

As for the unknown exile in the corner, although he accepted the warm clothes, he still didn't speak.

"Maybe the **** is hiding among the three of them."

Xia De thought of this possibility again. After all, similar things happened in the Forest of Thousand Trees, and Miss Chloe's hair color is very similar to that of the gods.

But after thinking about it, it seems impossible. Among the current three, only Miss Chloe fits the appearance of that god, and the other two are ordinary people, but Miss Chloe's appearance of being very curious about him, It's not like the performance of a god.

Warm clothing is helpful, but not particularly helpful, against the harsh cold of the Silver Mountains. What really helped them were the pots, pans, salt, sugar, and daily necessities that Xia De took out later. The group did not have much luggage around them.

Although it's okay for an eleventh-order witch to lose a few months of food, but if possible, no one wants to rely on snow water to satisfy their hunger and thirst all the time.