crown of stars

Sam rubbed his hands that were red from the cold, the white air he exhaled turned into ice particles as soon as it floated up, and the north wind howled and beat on the halfling.Coming from the south, he still can't adapt to the damn climate in the north.

Messiah threw the rolled bearskin blanket onto the sled, and the dwarf caught it with precision and strapped it securely.Two reindeer were leisurely digging through the snow, looking for the remaining moss, and the small things hanging on the sled were chattering and rattling.

"I, I hope, hope that this time I can find, come to Bailong..."

Sam lisped, and every time he opened his mouth, a gust of cold wind poured in, and the halfling felt his insides freeze to ice, until the dwarf's own brew melted the ice.

"I think it's good if you can persist until the accident happened. I really don't know how you made it to Cold Winter Castle alive." Turin complained while tightening the cork.He saw a dark figure in a hooded cloak striding towards their silver-haired companion, and the dwarf gripped the ax handle warily.

Long before the half-elf approached, Messiah had stopped teasing the reindeer and turned to Nigel.

"I thought you wouldn't come back." The stranger said sincerely, Turin quietly moved his hand to the weapon, it turned out to be an old acquaintance.

"I'm not self-willed to this extent." Nigel pulled down his cloak, his hair stuck to his delicate and thin cheeks, his eyes were bloodshot, "Take your things and go, I won't follow."

Messiah took the bag that the half-elf had stuffed roughly, and took a rough look inside.All kinds of bottles were piled up randomly, exuding a strange medicinal smell.

"The hemostatic pills are in there, and they're all labeled. I think there should be people here who can read."

The sled slides on the ice.

The dwarf tried his best to hold the wooden pole to prevent it from slipping, and his reddish-brown beard condensed into a ball in the mist.

"Who was that cloaked man just now? He's not a bad guy, even though he's not polite." The dwarf's voice was firmly drowned out by Sam's screams, and the halfling slid around on the speeding sled like a Balls bouncing around.Messiah grabbed the halfling who looked like he was about to fly away at any moment, and snowflakes fell on the brown leather jacket, which always reminded people of ginger cookies sprinkled with icing sugar.

"Let... let them run slower!" Sam whimpered and hugged Messiah's hand.

"Don't worry, I won't fall. By the way, have you never been on a sled before?" Turin flicked a whip in the air with his other hand, and the reindeer ran faster.

The halfling answered him with a huddled body, the simple sled plowing a deep mark in the ground.

"I think the place you mentioned should be here." Turin held the rein, pulled down the goggles, and looked out.

The white snow covered a black shadow, and the faint smell of blood floated to the nose from a distance.A pack of winter wolves feasts in the background.

The dwarf pulled the rein to make the reindeer move a few steps sideways, hid the sledge to the leeward, and took out his ax to charge the winter wolf, with Messiah following behind.

"They're all dead." Sam squatted down in frustration, looking at the faces of the victims through the ice, "They used to be very reliable guys, but because of that damn dragon, none of them can go home." He sucked Sniffed and pulled himself together:

"Let's see what clues we have first. I just remember that the white dragon looked injured."

"No, it's been too long." Turin looked at the naked and exposed bruised skin, "The breath of the white dragon is basically the same as the frostbite, and it is completely indistinguishable. Judging from the claw marks, the joints of the white dragon are obviously bigger than the young dragon's." The only thing that is certain is that it may even be a young or even older dragon."

That was downright bad news.Messiah jumped out of the overturned car, the white dragon scavenged it, and there was nothing on the car.The weak Longwei still remained around the convoy, fading away as time went by.It is true that dragons have visited here, but the direction cannot be determined yet.

He decided to use some unusual means to speed up the progress.Fingertips pushed away the ice and snow and touched the corpse, Messiah closed his eyes, and the flowing magic power roared in his veins.

After a journey that seemed to be stuffed into a gap, the Messiah lightened up and stood firmly on a gray plain.

Messiah looked at his hand, and his eyes passed through the translucent body unhindered and fell to the lifeless ground.A thin line extends from the illusionary projection, connecting the distance.Messiah stepped forward, and the nearly frozen energy squeezed him in all directions, as if to expel the uninvited guest.The chaotic twins seemed to be intimidated by the plane of the dead, and sank in the depths of their hearts as if solidified.

He quickly approached the destination. The target he was looking for was standing alone on the wasteland, and a crooked shadow was rapidly approaching.

Messiah ejected a magic power, and after a short scream, the hag quickly left the sheltered soul.

The unknown dead man was still standing there with a blank and empty face.

"Are you still awake?" Messiah whispered.

The dead soul slowly rolled its eyes, and the pupils gradually showed a look of light.

"I am here--"

"Bailong, have you seen Bailong before?"

"I've seen it." Vivid fear appeared on the buddy's ghost face, "It killed me!" Several broken pictures flooded into his mind along with fluctuating emotions.

"Where did it come from?"

"Shh~" The halfling put his index finger in front of his mouth, made a quiet gesture, and pulled the dwarf quietly to the side.

"What is that doing?" Turin lowered his voice and looked in the direction of Messiah.

The silver-haired stranger half-kneeled on the icy snow, touching the forehead of the corpse with his fingers, his soft long hair hanging down, covered with snowflakes.

"It seems to be casting a spell?" Sam's eyes widened, trying to see the Messiah's movements clearly, the melted snow flowed into his eye sockets, and the halfling soon became tearful, unable to see anything clearly.

"I didn't even see him chanting a spell!" Du Ling said incredulously, there were quite rare mages in their clan occasionally, and he even learned enchanting skills from one of them when he was young.

No materials, no spells, and even no casting posture, which greatly subverted the common sense of dwarves.

"I heard that in the world, there are some particularly powerful mages who can save these things." The halfling and the dwarf exchanged envious and longing eyes, and relieved each other.

The stronger the companions, the more secure their lives are.

The connection with the dead soul was shattered little by little, the guy regained his numbness, and his thin soul looked more transparent.

Messiah knew that he should go back, and the plane space became more and more restless, wriggling and compressing the space.He felt suffocated for a while, as if in response to his feeling, a purple blood spot appeared on the projection's arm.

He opened his eyes and withdrew his hand, the projection far away in the underworld slammed and was squeezed into countless tiny dust by the space.

The underworld's rejection of him was stronger than expected, and it was the same in the upper world.Even so, he still got the information he wanted.The faint dragon's breath floating in the air gathered together at this moment, becoming a road sign pointing to the dragon's nest.

It was a white dragon that had just reached the level of a mature man, well within his capabilities.The dragon scales on the belly are extremely solid because they are inlaid with all kinds of treasures, while there is a sharp dividing line on the shoulders and back, as if they have grown back after being injured by something.

"I've found the dragon's lair," Messiah said to the dwarves and halflings who were burying their bodies.

"Wait a little longer." Sam picked up a ball of snow and rubbed it between his palms, and diligently dragged the winter wolf onto the sled.Although he brought dry food, he would never refuse food delivered to his door.

After the winter wolves were cleaned up, Messiah sat on the top of the sled and pointed in the direction. Turin pushed away the goggles and set up an awning with his hands to look into the distance.

"No problem, there is no danger on this road."

The halfling jumped onto the sled without saying a word, holding on to the rail to keep from being thrown.

The overturned carriage, dead horses and men were all cleaned up and buried under the deep snow.

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