After bumping into the villain boss [Western Fantasy]

A great poet once said that Coton’s snow mountain is the most beautiful gift from the world, just like the last forbidden spell released by the holy magician Mr. Hilbert on the top of the temple mountain.

In the past, Linton didn't quite understand the meaning of this poem. He just chanted softly in the school like his ancestors for generations. Hilbert's last forbidden curse floated in his mind like a dream bubble, and finally turned into Distant fantasy.

Until he stood on the snow-capped mountain of Coton, stepping on the white snow under his feet, the sound of the thin ice breaking turned into the most pleasant symphony during climbing.

Her bright blond hair was dotted with finely shattered snowflakes, and her blue pupils looked into the distance, immersing herself in a landscape that was even more bizarre than the legendary strongest ice curse.

"Really... amazing views."

"Yes, the scenery of the snow-capped mountains is always such that people can't stop feeling the greatness of the God of Light."

A sudden voice sounded in Linton's ear.

Linton turned his head in amazement, the drifting snowflakes confused his vision, and only the eleven or twelve-year-old boy stretched out his hands in front of his eyes, and then he could see the appearance of the speaker clearly.

The white hair as clean as snowflakes, the silver-blue pupils as clear as springs, and the white snow wolf fur hide the young man's figure. In this snowy world, he disappears like a flimsy snowflake.

The boy from the bottom of the mountain quickly recognized the young man's identity, put one hand on his chest, and skillfully performed a courtesy.

"Good day, Mr. Leopold."

The young man saluted back, with the lightness and heaviness unique to the Xueshan clan in his movements.

"There are a lot of Leopolds here. If you don't mind the noble young master, just call me Waverline."

Being on good terms with a Leopold is not a bothersome thing, and it can even be said to be very beneficial.

So Linton changed his words in a polite manner: "I will trouble you, Mr. Waverline."

The originally dazed but blindly upward steps had a guide, and two white-clothed figures were moving forward in the middle of the plain snow-capped mountains.

It didn't take long for the footprints that had just fallen to be completely buried by the snow, as if there were no traces of humans ever arriving.

"Speaking of which, it's been a long time since anyone from Prinlevi's family has been here."

The whole person seemed like a young man who had assimilated with the snow mountain suddenly opened his mouth, his eyes fell on a flimsy snowflake hovering in the air, and his voice was as light and erratic as snowflakes.

Linton's footsteps paused for a moment, his blue eyes lowered slightly, and he spit out firm words that floated in the air.

"The glory of Prinylvi will not end."

The Xueshan clan suddenly laughed, and repeated this sentence softly.

"Yes, may the glory of Prinylvi never end."

The blond boy didn't speak again.

Linton felt that he was a little confused about what Leopold meant—or maybe it was only Waverline's idea.

However, what is the point of cautiously probing Prinylvi, who has been floating on the verge of decline for a long time?

It can't be because Primvi now... gave birth to a Linton, right?

Legend has it that, before his death, the god of darkness, Acres, cast a curse on 10 families who joined forces to attack him.

The glory of the past will hang high in the sky forever, and the clan of the future will fall and disappear in the dust forever.

The tired God of Light, Lord Laierin gently comforted his companions, and then used the light hanging in the sky and the most filthy mud on the ground as materials to make exquisite clay dolls to bear the curse for the cursed families one by one. .

However, Master Laierin was really too tired, too much exhaustion dragged down his body.

After erasing the curse for the eighth family, the great god closed his eyes forever, hung high in the sky, and became a constant starlight day and night.

Purinlv is one of the two remaining families.

Although the alchemist family once entrenched in the mainland has a rich family background and great achievements that will never disappear, but with the unsatisfactory magical talents and isolated numbers of descendants from generation to generation, this great family has gradually fallen into decline uncontrollably. without.

Up to now, it has been 20 years since Prinnev has not given birth to a child who is qualified to climb the snow-capped mountain of Coton.

Linton is the first in the past 20 years, and may be the last in the future.

He could vaguely guess that, perhaps because of the mutual sympathy between the 10 families of the same year, Leopold gave Prinylvi some preferential treatment.

At least, countless records in the past showed that Leopold would only send his clansmen to greet those heirs who still had great elders in their families.And it has been a long time since Prinnev has given birth to a magician higher than a great magician.

Now it is just barely relying on Cotton's duke position and the endless obscure and unpredictable alchemy cheats, and the continent is precarious.Many people have already begun to speculate that it is not far from Prinlvey stepping into the footsteps of another family, Sikovia.

The once most famous swordsman family has not had a child who is qualified to practice Dou Qi for decades. I heard that the current young master is still so weak that he would vomit blood after walking a few steps. It can almost be said that Xi Ke The name Via was a complete failure.

It is really embarrassing that the Sikovia family, which once broke the sky with a sword, has been defeated to the present state.

Linton followed behind Waverline, quietly listening to those emotions with fear and joy, and lowered his eyes in the deep footsteps and shallow footsteps.

It is only a temporary defeat.

In a short while, the thin young master of West Covia will be detected to have an amazing magical talent, work overtime and get inserted into the test on the snow mountain, and half a month later, he will enter the Saint of Sword and Magic with the second place among freshmen. Temple - Sithia Academy for study.

I didn't even spend the New Year in this snow-capped mountain.

Originally, Cotton's snow mountain was used for self-cultivation for those children who had detected higher-level magical talents.

The energy in the body of a child who has just confirmed his relationship with magic fluctuates to some extent, no matter what attribute his physique is, he will overactively absorb the surrounding elements of this attribute.Before the birth of the Snow Mountain System, there were not a few children who would cause elemental riots around them because of this reason.

For this reason, Cotton finally promoted the snow mountain system nationwide.

Because the snow mountain that has been sung by countless poets is so tall and majestic, so that a large number of snow elements are attached to the snow mountain all the year round, suppressing the living space of other elements to nothingness.

This not only reduces the occurrence of element riots, but also makes it a good measure for children to capture the elements they can have faster because of the scarcity of other elements.

After Cotton pioneered this attempt 300 years ago, similar systems quickly spread across the continent.

The snow mountain has become the yearning of countless children.

Once you have the talent to be able to climb the snow-capped mountains, you will at least become a high-level magician in the future—as long as you don't wither in the process of growing up.

What an exhilarating and craving thing.

Even Linton, who has traveled to this world, can't help being fascinated by the word "Snow Mountain" after fully integrating into this world.

"We're here." The figure in front of him stopped suddenly, and the young man who almost melted into the snowflakes stretched out his hand, pulled the blond boy forward two steps, then pushed the boy's back, and sent him to the mountain in front of him. Taniguchi.

"Just ahead, the final talent test will take place."

Cotton's Snow Mountain has the most accurate magic talent testing system other than Sisia.No matter who and what kind of concealment and camouflage means, they cannot hide themselves under this system carefully designed by the most advanced alchemists.

It is also the last chance to stand up in the eyes of many ordinary talents.

For this reason, every year at this time, some unplanned visitors will come to the snow mountain. They climb up the snow mountain alone, just to make a last effort in front of this test system.

Linton's footsteps stopped at the mouth of the valley.

He heard some small voices of discussion, just like what he had heard elsewhere before.

"Have you heard? This time, someone from Prinleville came up, and Mr. Leopold personally went to pick him up."

"Prinlevi? Are you talking about the family where even high-level magicians are addicted to drugs?"

It was the red-haired boy in Linton's vision who spoke. His voice was as hot as the fiery hair, with the usual arrogance of a fire magician.

"Their family has not been completed like this, and they have to come all the way to embarrass themselves. It's really funny."

The people standing next to the boy booed.

"Yeah, it's really funny to bother Mr. Leopold to pick it up. Even Dana doesn't have this kind of treatment."

The red-haired boy named Dana coughed pretentiously, his brows were filled with joy that could not be concealed when he was complimented: "After all, it was also one of the top ten families... Although they have fallen, they still have some feelings for each other. Normal normal."

"But... even Leopold, it is impossible to cheat under the test of the God of Light, right? We are waiting to witness that Mr. Prinylvi with our own eyes—whether he has the talent to stand here .”

Linton stood at the mouth of the valley, tightened the belt of the snow fox cloak on his body, and sighed leisurely.

The snow did not know when it stopped. The clear sunlight unique to the snow mountain shone in the valley, and a faint rainbow appeared in the midair.

"Go in quickly." Waverline, who was waiting beside him thoughtfully, pushed Linton's back again, "The talent test is about to begin."

"Let them witness the indestructible glory of Prinylvin."