After a while, Northon and Kembo were full of food and drink, and the three of them pulled their stools together and talked for a long time. Catherine packed up the dishes and took them to wash.

"She seems to be extremely resistant to the cold, and a head of gray hair is really rare in humans," Kembo said. ”

"The withered pine outside this hut is the northernmost tree in the Azeum Mountains," Damon narrowed his eyes, his eyes shining in the light of the fire, "further north is the frozen land where no trees can survive, and legend has it that you can reach the far north through it."

I have tried many times to cross the 'Sea of Death', which is a hundred times stronger.

Catherine was an abandoned baby I picked up in the snowstorm, and that night was the same as this night, with goose feathers and snow and a howling north wind. Roaring Tooth has been a demon for hundreds of years, not too early or too late, but I chose to transform at this time, so I closed the doors and windows early.

It was its first metamorphosis, and I paid special attention to it, but its insect skin was exhausted when it was halfway through, and the half-molted insect skin clamped it to the death, making it difficult to breathe, and its body was cold for a while and hot for a while, and it was about to die. And I was suffering from inexperience, so I was helpless for a while, and I was so anxious that I was sweating profusely.

At this time, someone knocked on the door, and I was just worried about the roaring teeth, so I ignored it. But the knocking became more and more urgent, and I put on my felt to open the door.

There were occasional gunsmiths who had been tasked with a bounty on a dire wolf hunt and visited the Azeon Mountains, and at first, I thought they had gotten lost their way in the bad weather and had come to me.

But the door was empty, and I was about to close it again when I heard the cry of a baby coming from the snow in the far north.

I walked hundreds of steps in the snow nest nearly half a meter deep before I saw her, she was born with white hair, crying 'wow', only a small animal skin on her body, her hands, feet and limbs were exposed in the ice and snow, and she was frozen white.

'It's so inaccessible, how can a baby pop up?' I couldn't figure it out, and looked far north, but it was snowy, and it was midnight, and I saw a few dire wolves in the distance, looking at me with green eyes.

"The little doll is your fate, if it is any later, I am afraid that you will freeze to death in the ice and snow." ’

I took off the felt on my body, wrapped her in my arms, and walked back with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and the dinosaur wolves behind me collectively roared at this moment.

She seemed to know that she was saved, and gradually stopped crying, and when I got back into the house, she began to giggle at me.

And the roaring tooth also inexplicably came to its strength at this time, raised its head to the sky and hissed, jumped out of the insect skin that imprisoned it, and completed the transformation. ”

After listening to Catherine's life experience, Northen sighed in his heart: a hard-working man!

Thinking of the surprise attack on his family, the death and injury of his relatives, but he has enjoyed a prosperous life for fifteen years, knowing where he is and who his parents are. And Catherine has been in the wilderness since she was born, and she has no impression of her biological parents.

"The origin of the doll is indeed strange," said Kembo, "and you have been here for so long, and you may have explored the Ezern Mountains?" ”

"In barbarian language, Azeon means 'the Snow Queen's Favor.'"

"The Ice Queen?" After searching the god system of the Endless Continent, Nuo Sen did not find this god.

"She is a high elf that the barbarians believe in," Damon continued, "In the Barbarian Age, there were some humanoid species in the Endless Continent, among which were elves, and the barbarians considered themselves to be descendants of the elves. Legend has it that the Snow Queen was a beautiful young woman with a head full of white hair. ”

"Don't barbarians worship demons? The record on the "Breaking the Great Story" is clear, they kill wantonly, do all kinds of evil, human beings can not bear it before they fight back, every year on the Breaking Festival, the sages often talk about the past of those heroes. ”

Damon smiled slightly, and Northon asked again: "Speaking of the Barbarian Era, I don't know how many thousands of years have passed, Mr. Damon, how did you know about it?" ”

"Monsters live much longer than we do," Kembo explains, "and their cores usually contain memories of their previous lives, which can be read by the enchanter through special means. ”

"Yes, the sages compiled and published this hard-won information in a book, the most famous of which is the "Guides to the Spirits and Demons", which gives a very comprehensive explanation of each era.

Unfortunately, time has passed, and the rulers of several major empires reached a certain consensus more than a hundred years ago, for fear that their people would know too much about the previous history, and nine out of ten of these books and periodicals were thrown into the furnace and burned to ashes, and those that survived were also regarded as banned books and strictly forbidden to be disseminated. ”

Norsen was fascinated by what he heard, he had never heard anyone mention any elves, the terrible war of the era of destruction, all the previous documents were destroyed, and the era of interruption lasted for eight thousand years, although before the era of destruction, the Endless Continent had gone through three eras of chaos, barbarism and madness, but people generally believed that the Endless Continent at that time was simply a sea of lava without any life.

……

The three of them talked until the early hours of the morning, and then they fell asleep, since the Phantom Forest, Northon had not slept a peaceful night, after lying down, he soon fell asleep, the mysterious Far North, and all kinds of mysteries scattered in the long river of history, were too far away for him, and he had more important things to do, for example, to go to the Duchy of Andal to find Philip Baker; For example, after completing his studies, he returns to seek revenge on Saudin and find out the truth about the invasion of his family; Another example is to go to Jocha County to settle accounts with Vio.

Meeting is always short-lived, and they are about to be separated in the blink of an eye.

After a night's rest, the sky finally cleared, and Northon stretched out the door.

Today is the fifteenth day of receiving the Dire Wolf mission, and he and Kembo are going to rush back to the bounty office in Jocha County to hand over the mission.

Within half a month, he hunted a dire wolf, but that became a past that he couldn't let go of for a long time. The tragic deaths of the swaggering Vio, Sam and the other miners, as well as what happened to Damon and Catherine, became a haunting haze in his heart.

Looking north, there is nothing but snow. However, the endless pure white also gave him some comfort in his heart.

In a hurry, Damon had Catherine ride the Roaring Tooth and send him and Kembo to the city of Jochashire.

Before leaving, Damon stopped the two of them again, holding a gray cloth bag in his arm: "When I was the city lord in my early years, I had a few dire wolf demon cores, and now there are three left, so I will give them to you, anyway, it's useless to leave me here." ”

Kenbo didn't shirk, smiled happily, sat on the body of the roaring tooth, took the cloth bag and stuffed it to Nuosen, the latter put his hand in, and briefly probed, one primary, one intermediate, and the other was actually extremely rare high-level, although he didn't know the exact value of the three magic cores, but the high-level magic cores must be extremely precious, he looked at Damon gratefully, and felt even more sorry and angry for what happened to him.

"Some things are not as simple as we imagined, only with our hearts can we see the truth under the surface!" Damon earnestly taught, "Don't be impulsive in the future, be less fleshy, it will be good for you and the people around you." ”

Norson felt guilty when he thought of the mine accident that had caused him, and he would rather die in the mines in exchange for the lives of Sam and the other miners.

"Goodbye old friend, I don't know when we'll see each other again." Kembo said.

"Goodbye!" Damon waved his arms and motioned for the three of them to hurry up on the road, roared his teeth, and roared in the direction of Jochashire.

"Farewell," Damon muttered to their departing backs, "my dear friend! ”

In order not to attract too much attention, Catherine sent the two to a place more than ten miles away from Jocha County, and turned back.

Norson and Kembo had walked the rest of the way, and it was nearly dusk when they reached the city gates, when they were stopped by a group of guards, who graciously invited them to take them into a luxurious inn.