Hotel on the mountain

When they came to the third fork in the road, North Noah led everyone to choose the road on the right.

Another deep corridor, structurally no different from other corridors. If it were not moving forward, people would begin to wonder if they were wandering in the mausoleum.

But Jetro's mind was thinking about the signal given by North Noah just now - using some kind of design at the end of the road to kill Gustav?

Jetro is very aware of his own weaknesses. His attacks can only be released close to the body. If the opponent can keep a distance from him, it really doesn't take much force to kill him. Although Gustav was leading North in front, Jetro would certainly not be so stupid as to think that Gustav was not guarding against the people behind him.

Maybe his attention is still on the back.

What's more, Jetro has no confidence that he can kill Gustav. The most important point is that he is underground now. Can he receive the energy transmitted by the Pillar of Raya and its friends underground?

It would be a pity if North would die, but Jetro hopes that nothing will happen to Mengzhi, so everything must be done with caution.

The corridor is very clean. There are no skeletons of the dead or wandering insects and ants. If there is only one bad thing about the corridor, it can only be that the corridor seems to be roasting in a stove. By now, everyone has grown old. Drenched in sweat.

Shirley Swank and Gustav were both wearing cotton-padded jackets that were only worn in the cold winter. That was because their ancient dragons were of the ice type. Now Gustav has thrown aside the hot sweater, and his upper body is bare - it is a strong muscle composed of scars, outlining the aesthetics of violence.

Xili's upper body was tied tightly, and only her legs that could walk were not restrained. Sweat dripped from her head like a waterfall and soaked her clothes, but she said nothing and still walked calmly. Since the prisoner showed no sign, Jetro would not let him loose. He held the other end of the rope, like a cold slave owner.

"We are coming." North Noah shouted from the front, "There is a white light ahead."

"Finally." Gustav showed an excited expression, and he urged everyone to speed up.

After passing through the long corridor, you will see a shining white field. Jetro's footsteps left the masonry and stepped into the soft soil. He looked around and saw that this was an underground mine. The surrounding earth walls were covered with shiny crystal minerals, clusters of them. A cluster, like flowers blooming in a dream.

"What kind of mine is this?" Gustav asked.

North shook his head: "I don't know, there is no record from my ancestors." His eyes stayed on the surrounding minerals for a while, and then he cast his gaze into the depths of the mine. It was dark and far-reaching, with no light source flickering.

"It's so hot." North said, "Can you please use your ice spiritual energy to cool us down?"

He spoke to Gustav.

"Okay, maybe you want to become an ice sculpture." Gustav seemed to be offended, and threatened North with some viciousness, "You must listen clearly to me, boy, I won't think so because of your age. You're naive, so you'd better understand the situation."

As he spoke, he patted North on the cheek with his axe, "Keep moving forward."

Jetro understood that North's words just now were meant for him. "Ice psychic energy?" Yetro was a little confused. Does North mean to create a large-scale cooling spell at this location?

"It doesn't matter, we can go further in." North shrugged and started heading deeper.

Jetro followed at the end, the rope moved, and he said to Shiri: "Madam, are you hot?"

Shirley stopped and turned around, her face covered with sweat: "What? You want me to become a moving ice cube to cool you down?"

"I have this idea." Jetro even thought that if he could recruit some ice psychics, could he solve the hotel's air conditioning problem? A hotel without air conditioning that can control the temperature is always a bit uncomfortable.

Xili's eyes were tired: "As long as the ice unicorn is alive, I can use the power of ice it links to me."

"I'm deeply sorry, it seems we have to be hot for a while." Jetro did feel regretful. But now his mind was thinking of other places - how many ice psychics would it take to recruit so that every room could have air conditioning?

Are there many ice psykers in this world? Jetro suddenly wanted to go to the north of the old continent. It would be great if he could meet some little monsters that could exude the breath of ice. Feed them and feed them, put a pair in each room, and that would be enough. It has a cooling effect.

"But I can still use ice." Xili spoke from the front without looking back.

"Then what did you say earlier?!" Jetro couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"I am originally an ice psyker, but the ability given to me by the ancient dragon link is more powerful." As she said this, Xili stopped again, "But you have to untie me. The upper body is imprisoned, and there is nothing you can do. Use psychic powers."

"Ma'am, you are very humorous." Jetro responded with a smile, "But I heard that psykers can also use their feet to exert some of their psychic powers."

"Oh. So you like legs." Xili said something incomprehensible, forgiving Jetro for not understanding it for a moment, so he didn't show any expression. Xili felt bored that her narrow-mindedness had no effect.

"You can use your legs, but it can only produce a little frost, which can't cool us down."

"It doesn't matter." Jetro responded, "We will cool us down." He smiled confidently and shouted to Gustav in front of him, "Boss Vasa. If I untie Ciri Swank to cool us down, do you agree?"

The group stopped, Gustav Vasa stared at Jetro for a few seconds, then at Ciri Swank for a few seconds, and finally exhaled unhappily.

He raised a palm, and a psychic light ball composed of white frost condensed in his palm. After he suddenly crushed the psychic light ball, a strong icy wind swept around him quickly.

The icy wind hit the minerals on the soil and cliffs, and soon a layer of frost spread, making the mine look shiny and beautiful.

"Is this cool enough?" Gustav said calmly, "If not, I can come again."

His hands were condensed into ice balls, as if if Jetro said "not enough", he would turn this place into an ice and snow world.

Jetro chuckled and said "thank you." This is a very simple mentality-Gustav definitely does not want Shiri Siwan to be free, because he is afraid that North Noah, Shiri Swank and Jetro will stand together to deal with him.

Perhaps this mine has never experienced the feeling of being below zero degrees, it has become a little abnormal.

Those glowing minerals, one by one, climbed up the lines one after another, making a slight "click" sound of shattering. Then, this shattering sound came one after another, one piece after another, and became louder and louder...