As for Rod's crown, Orn's implication is "not very uplifted" - but given the stubbornness and pride of the Hidden Flame, this is normal.

The only question now is, will Orn be able to dispose of the curse?

Faced with Rod's question, Orn gave an affirmative answer.

"Yes, just smash it."

“……”

For Orn's simple and rough treatment, Rhodes naturally couldn't accept it - although the curse of this crown was very annoying, but at least it was an important trophy for himself, and if the curse could be lifted, it would be extremely important for him to control Shurima, and it would naturally not be possible to smash it directly.

Taking a step back, even if he didn't want this crown, Rhodes couldn't accept Orn slamming a hammer at his head......

Just as Rhodes was about to return disappointed, Orn seemed to finally think of something, he put down the hammer, seemed to think carefully, and then muttered.

"If you want to find it, you can go to the east."

After saying that, Orn threw himself into the state of forging, and no matter what Rhodes said, he no longer responded.

East?

What is the reliable existence of East Freljord?

Still is...... Ionia further east?

Rod had the heart to ask Orn carefully, but Orn didn't say a word, he was single-minded, and no matter how much Rod called him, he didn't have any response.

Come on, I don't think there will be any response to this thing.

After leaving the furnace town, although Rhodes really wanted to see Ash, his current state was really special, and going to see Ash at this time could only add to his troubles.

In the snowy furnace country, Rod took a deep breath, letting the dry air from his nose to his lungs, this cold with a strong sense of separation soothed Rode's tense nerves a little, he twisted his somewhat stiff neck, and finally chose to go east.

Orn wasn't going to fool himself - while his vagueness might have some inhumane reasons, it shouldn't be a bad thing.

Although he still doesn't believe in fate, at least for now, Rhodes has learned to respect fate.

……………………

Nar woke up.

Little yodelers don't know how long they've been asleep, maybe a day? Or three or five days?

Awakened, Nar subconsciously began to look for his treasure - it was a Guvasque boar mandible, which could be thrown far away and then fly back by itself, and with Nar's diligent practice, he had mastered the method of throwing this bone, and every time he threw it, the bone could obediently return to his hand.

Holding the mandible again, Nar's free hand couldn't help but scratch his head, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten something, and it was still something very important.

The kind that I don't change.

The little yodeler looked up in confusion, only to find himself on the top of a hill, and not far ahead, a deep ravine lay in front of him—a bottomless ravine, which exuded a chilling coldness.

Wait, icy cold?

Nar felt something thaw in his head, and vast expanses of chaotic memories quickly filled his brain as if they had finally been freed from the ice.

Friends with long white hair, monsters with one eye open, tentacles sweeping out from the depths of the earth, and ...... that sealed everything without warning Ice.

Nar lowered his head, only to realize that the hair on his body was actually wet.

Where did everyone go?

Nar picked up a snowball and bounced away from the top of the mountain as the Great White Yodelers did—he didn't know what was happening, but his curiosity kept him on his feet, searching for clues to the past, to strung together the chaotic memories.

It's like he's wearing a necklace for himself.

However...... Nar had walked far and was even starving, and he had not found any interesting news.

It's cold here, colder than any day Binar has ever experienced, second only to when it was frozen.

In the snow, Nar not only didn't find the clues he was looking for, but he didn't even have anything to eat.

No berries, and no honey.

An unspeakable mania was brewing in Nal's heart, and he wanted to smash something - but the empty stomach told him that it was best to fill his stomach before smashing things.

Nar hesitated, but finally chose to pick up the mandible.

Well, Nar is the best hunter.

There is always something to be paid for in Nar!

The bouncing yodelers slowed down, their liness suddenly halting the footprints on the snow, and Nar waved his mandibles as he looked around, trying to find what looked like food.

And then...... Just after Nar entered a valley, he was surrounded by a premeditated pack of ice wolves.

……………………

Ten minutes later, Nar bounced out of the valley - and the wolves, who thought they had found dessert, were partly in the little hunter's belly, and the other part frozen in the icy snow.

The valley was in chaos, as if some giant beast had wreaked havoc, but the real initiator was unaware and even focused on a new place.

Nar found a man - though the Great White Yodeler said that people can't eat it, ...... Scare it and ask for the news of the whites, it's always okay, right?

Thinking so, Nar took a fierce stance and jumped in front of the comer, holding his dart sideways and letting out a milky growl.

"Nargaga!"