Encyclopedia of Feanor Continent

The climate of Fei Nuo continent has obvious differences between the north and the south. The farther to the south, the hotter it is, and the farther to the north, the colder it is. Since the Parsons Plateau is in the northernmost part of the continent, and its terrain is very high, it is covered with snow all the year round, even in midsummer. The seasons will only melt part of the ice and snow, and the southernmost islands in the mainland are even called Midsummer Islands, because the islands are summer all year round, even in the coldest two months of winter, the islands are only slightly cooler than usual. Just a little cooler. —— "Feno Continental Encyclopedia·Geography"

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When Evandel talked about this, his tone was very calm, but Palos felt angry and distressed for everything he had encountered, and said with righteous indignation: "Fortunately, he failed."

"Yes, this sound plan fell short at the last minute, because he didn't know that I happened to be a Sharku, a descendant of the protoss from the Titan world, and I didn't know it myself before that day. Evandel sighed, "The tutors of the academy who found something wrong came here. He committed suicide before being caught, but I know that he just gave up an occupied body, and the real him returned to the world of Titans unscathed. I went to look for the next opportunity, and I was almost drained of blood, and my life was hanging by a thread."

"That scar was left at that time?" Palos grabbed his wrist and kissed the old wound painfully.

"At that time, the instructors only cared about stopping the bleeding and saving my life. They didn't have time to glue the wound properly, and the severed tendon failed to connect. My left hand can no longer be as flexible and powerful as before." Evandel said calmly, " At that time, I lost too much blood and struggled for several days on the verge of death. My mentor took care of me non-stop, and snatched me back from the hand of death, who had stopped breathing and heartbeat. Thanks to her, I survived killed."

Palos asked: "Your magic is so powerful now, can't you cure it?"

"Unless I find a mage who is experienced and skilled in treating wounds, and I can trust, to re-cut the wound after I was anesthetized, and pull out the shrunken tendons and glue them together. Unfortunately, I know The only mage who is proficient in using healing magic is myself." Evandel smiled helplessly, "So I have to keep it, anyway, I am used to the inflexibility of my left hand, and this scar is always a reminder Let me not slack off, my enemy is still happy and happy in another world, sooner or later I will find him, and then tear him into pieces."

"I believe you can do it." Palos said sincerely, "You have obtained the Mystic Wheel, neither the Lord of Bones nor the Lord of Nightmare is your opponent. I believe that nothing can stop you."

Evandel didn't dare to think so, but this time he successfully used the wheel of mystery to absorb the Lord of Nightmares as his energy source. Void creatures without entities are much more powerful than he imagined, and the energy provided can guarantee In the next few decades, Avondel will not need to worry about the lack of magic power, which really boosts his confidence.

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The battle with the Nightmare Lord this time really exhausted Evandel. This kind of mental exhaustion cannot be recovered immediately after a sleep, and he will be in a sick state for the next few days.

Palos and the others did not confront the Nightmare Lord head-on, so they were less affected. He tried his best to take care of Evandel so that the mage could have a good rest and not be disturbed by trivial matters.

When Evandel discovered that Palos could handle everything well, he became lazy outright, and instead of sleeping every day, he held the lich's skull in the tent to discuss magic issues.

Palos was fully in charge of the follow-up negotiations. Now that the threat of the "savages" had been removed, Geer's mother kept her word, called a meeting with the parents of various tribes, and began to discuss the peace talks with Artasia. Artasia's envoy officially visited, and the "Watcher" also promised not to attack Artasia during this period, and would send troops to fight against the church when the mage needed it.

Now that the matter is resolved, Palos is ready to go south, because Evandel hopes to go to the warm south for the winter before the road is blocked by heavy snow, and Geer did not keep him. Stay where the dripping water turns into ice.

The barbarians hoisted the carriage to the base of Guiwailing Cliff, and piled it full of furs and dried meat presented to them as gifts, and even the two pack horses were fattened up.

After bidding farewell to the barbarians, Evandel and the others returned south to the city of Gracie in Artasia. King Leicester did not know that they were here today and were inspecting the frozen condition of the embankments and bridges in the nearby river.

Avondel didn't want to waste even a day, so he left a message and prepared to continue south.

Palos asked: "Are you really not going to stay and wait for His Majesty the King?"

"Do you want me to stay and wait for him?" Evandel looked at Palos with a half-smile. Palos also knew that it was too dark to think like this, but he really wished that the two would never see each other again. Torn between due etiquette and his own selfishness, he asked, "Isn't this impolite to a king?"

"Of course." Evandel said with a smile, "but as long as you are strong enough, being polite or impolite is something that others need to worry about."

The other party said so confidently that he was too lazy to pay attention to etiquette, but Palos couldn't refute it, so he could only change the subject: "So, what is our next goal?"

"Blackwater City." Evandel said, "I'm going to hire a mercenary group."

The mercenary regiment of Blackwater City is well-known throughout the continent. It is comparable to the regular army in terms of size and quality. Countries that can afford it often use them to make up for their own lack of military strength. He paid a lot of money, he didn't care that the mercenaries were expensive, he just wanted to prepare more troops, and wipe out the church's armed forces in one go, so as not to delay the war for too long and delay the really important things.

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The time is getting closer and closer to the deep winter, but as their footprints continue to go south, the weather has become warmer, and there is no snow, but it will still be very cold if they sleep outside at night. In order to take care of the mage who is afraid of the cold, Pa Ross will inquire about the whereabouts ahead in advance to ensure that they can spend the night in the hotel every day.

That evening, according to Palos' prediction, they should have stopped in a small town in front of them for the night, and they did come to a small town, but it was only when they got there that they realized that this small town might be smaller than some remote villages. Otherwise.

Judging from the layout, it used to be lively here, but now it is very dilapidated. Most of the houses have collapsed because no one has lived in them for a long time, leaving only broken tiles and ruins. Ross almost thought that this was a dead town, and the only three or five families left were old, weak, sick and disabled, and they were forced to stay and guard this declining town because they couldn't leave.

Of course, there is no hotel in such a place. The townspeople directed them to a two-story stone house at the intersection. It was the most decent building in the village, at least it used to be. Some half-dead crops were planted messily.

Palos knocked on the weather-beaten wooden door, a finger-wide gap was stuck on the door, and he looked at them vigilantly. Then a thin little girl opened the door and asked timidly: "You who is it?"

"We are travelers passing through here, and we want to stay here for one night." Palos asked gently, "Little girl, where is your adult?"

"Secia?" The little girl called back, and a boy who looked a few years older than her came out.

The boy should be fifteen or sixteen years old, but his height and body shape are not up to the level that a young man of this age should have. He is wearing an old robe that looks like it was left by someone else. A hair tie is tied behind the head.

"Please come in." Secia invited them in politely, and Palos discovered that there should have been a few rows of cobbled together benches and chairs in the hall, and an old wooden sculpture on the table at the end , engraved with a radiant sun, the flame-like curved light forms a shape close to a cross star - that is the holy image of the God of Light.

This is actually a church.

"You can stay in the room on the left on the second floor. There are empty wooden beds there, but there are not enough bedding." Secia said apologetically.

"It's okay, we have sleeping bags." Palos finally saw clearly that the old robe worn by this young man was the white robe worn by the clergy of the church, but the emblem embroidered on the chest was too old because it had been washed too many times Unable to see the original appearance, Palos couldn't help asking curiously, "Are you orphans living in the church? Where's the priest here?"