Did the lord get rid of poverty and become rich today?

After sending people to Crow Island, Qiao Yi didn't stay long, and rushed back to Stormwind Collar without stopping.

He wants to go to the Great Snow Mountain before the first snow falls.

The old priest of Jialan Nord told Qiao Yi that Lando's soul was taken away by the sacred tree in Daxue Mountain.

He is a child from Daxueshan, and will eventually return to the embrace of Daxueshan.

More than ten years ago, it was a big white cat with golden eyes that put the baby Lando under the God of Life Tree in Baixi Valley.

He is not the child of any elf in Baixi Valley, but the child of the sacred tree in Daxue Mountain.

It was also from then on that the tree of life in Baixi Valley slowly began to wither.

This also means that the last power of the mother tree on Daxue Mountain will be exhausted soon.

When passing the tree of life in Baixi Valley, Qiao Yi looked up at the wooden house surrounded by branches and leaves.

Lando was sleeping there right now, sleeping in the embrace of the tree of life.

The old priest touched the rough tree trunk and carefully picked up the fallen leaves on the ground: "In a few years, this tree will also wither."

"Withered, what will happen?"

The old priest looked up at the big snow mountain in the distance, and then lowered his old eyes: "It's not going to be a problem. It's just that it will be like a human being."

Lose the natural closeness with plants, lose the natural agility and vigor, and at the same time lose... the long life.

But since the disaster hundreds of years ago made them lose the magical magic that they should have had like Lando, they have nothing to lose.

"Is there no other way?" Joe asked, "What can I do for you?"

The old priest just shook his head.

The contact and interaction with Stormland has added a lot of fireworks to Baixigu.

The children made more friends, and the elves gradually let go of their arrogance and indifference.

Business cooperation with Stormland makes them richer, and some advanced technologies from Stormland also improve their lives.

These were brought by Joe Yi.

The Stormcollar is Jalan Nord's friend, and always will be.

"The withering of the mother tree will inevitably lead to the inevitable demise of elf magic. We can only..." The old priest paused, his body hunched slightly: "We can only accept the arrangement of fate."

Accept the arrangement of fate...?

Qiao Yi stared in the direction of the snow-capped mountains in a daze.

Holding colorful windmills made of paper in their hands, the two young elves smiled and ran past each other chasing each other.

The windmill was taught by Joe Yi to the children of the storm collar, and now the children of the storm collar have taught it to the elves.

"Go back, it's getting dark." The old priest patted Qiao Yi's shoulder lightly: "The first snow is coming, and there will be less and less fresh vegetables in the future, but there is no shortage of Baixi Valley. Yes You can often come to Baixi Valley to sit and sit, you are welcome anytime."

"..."

"He'll be very happy with you too. Isn't he?" Taking advantage of Qiao Yi's gap, the old priest said again.

His eyes fell on the log cabin overhead, then turned back, and blinked at Joe.

"Okay." Qiao Yi pursed his lips and laughed, and the tips of his ears quickly stained some crimson.

He thought he might be able to solve Jalan Nord's problem.

There is an item in his system item bar that has been placed for a long time: [Susie's Fire Seed] The function is to melt ice and snow

Withered trees are in spring!

……

As soon as Joe was going to the Daxue Mountain at this time, Old Gener and Dean Roy were very worried.

It will snow soon, and once the snow blocks the mountain, they will be trapped on the mountain, and the consequences will be disastrous.

Someone once went to the Daxue Mountain and almost lost half his life after coming down.

There is nothing on the snow mountain except ice and snow.

The remains of the elves left many years ago are also buried under the thick snow. It is not easy to find the sacred tree in the vast snow-capped mountains.

In the end, Joe One chose to bring Barton and Bill, as well as the elf Elise.

——Although Bill is still persevering in his pursuit of Eliris, the girl is obviously showing signs of letting go.

Elise brought a sheepskin map handed down by her grandfather, which marked the old Garan Nord territory—the location of the elf ruins.

And as an elf, Elise can sense the sacred tree.

Before setting off, they brought enough dry food and fuel, and asked the dwarves to make some simple sleds and some sunglasses to prevent snow blindness.

The depths of the ice sheet that has not yet thawed are full of two or three feet thick snow, which can almost bury a person with one foot, and it is almost impossible to move without a sled.

Even so, they walked for three full days and barely reached the Ice Field Stele in the evening.

The stone tablet with a height of tens of meters stands silently on the snow-covered ice field. The inscription on it has been eroded by the wind and snow until only the outline remains, but the writing on it can still be vaguely read: [Shining Plain - the place where the golden river flows, The place where the vast stars disappear.

Stuart I was established, and my people will never suffer from hunger and cold, and my family and country will prosper forever. ] Qiao Yi took out the prop [Breaking Ice], and placed the ball of light emitting warm light at the foot of the stele. Watching the ball of light sink a little bit, the golden light was slowly swallowed by the snow until it was completely submerged in the ground.

On the silent snowfield, there was only the sound of everyone's careful breathing.

"Wow—"

Suddenly the wind blew up.

"Yeah—quick! Look!" Elise suddenly patted Bill's arm and pointed to the stele.

I saw a ray of gold slowly climbing up from below the snow line along the lines on the stone tablet.

The meandering golden lines spread from the bottom to the top, and vines spread gorgeous patterns on the stone tablet. The warm light illuminated a distance of more than ten meters, and it was still spreading outward.

Maybe it won't be long before the snow on the ice sheet will melt, exposing the fertile land below.

Qiao Yi patted the cool stone tablet, returned to the edge of the tent and sat down, looking up at the sky full of stars.

"Let's rest here tonight. There is a stone tablet to block the wind and keep warm. It shouldn't be too cold."

Tomorrow will not be so lucky.

The animal skin tent is thick enough to withstand the cold wind at night, and the bonfire burns non-stop, occasionally making a slight sound.

A good night's sleep.

This was indeed the most comfortable sleep they had in the next few days.

The closer you get to the snow-capped mountains, the lower the temperature will be, and the hot air you exhale when you speak will soon freeze, hanging funny on the ends of your eyebrows and hair.

Joe rubbed his hands and stamped his feet, and shivered as cold as a quail.

Elise didn't care about being shy, and she got into Bill's wide animal skin cloak.

Only Barton stood up in the cold wind like a king.

Barton, a man who has been hunting in the mountains all year round, is a ruthless man who can fight wild animals with his shirt off even in winter. The temperature here is not too cold for Barton who is wearing animal fur.

But Qiao Yi was different. Qiao Yi, who had been raised in the lord's mansion since he was a child, had thin skin and tender flesh. In just a few days, he developed chilblains on his fingers and toes, which were painful and itchy.

Fortunately, Elise came prepared and brought a special chilblain ointment made by the elves, which made Qiao Yi feel better.

November [-]th.

When the first snowflakes fell in winter, they finally crossed the vast snow field and the extremely cold foot of the snow-capped mountains, and came to the depths of the snow-capped mountains.

Compared with those snow-capped mountains in the south that are still vibrant in winter, there is only a deep and eternal silence in this mountain.

There is no singing of birds, no sound of wind blowing leaves, and no looming footprints of small animals on the snow.

The dead trees were covered with snow, and the collapsed buildings were buried to the point where only the roofs were exposed, and everything was silent white.

The wind on the mountain was almost cold to the bone marrow, and the needles pierced through the thick animal fur clothing, piercing into the skin one by one.

Qiao wiped his face, rubbed off the hoarfrost hanging from his eyebrows, and kicked away the snow under his feet little by little, revealing a half-buried stone tablet underneath.

The stele lay down on a slope, and several people cleared away the snow before they could see the inscription on it.

But Qiao Yi didn't know him.

The words on it were in the old Elvish language, which even Ilyris knew only half of it.

Going further, they saw the ruins of a magnificent stone gate, very similar to the one at the entrance of Baixi Valley.

Even though half of it has collapsed, you can still vaguely see its former style.

As soon as Joe knew it, he found it.

They are heading in the right direction.

It's just that it's really too cold here, even if the inside and outside are tightly wrapped, Qiao Yi can still feel the biting cold.

Even with thick gloves on, Qiao Yi's frostbitten fingers had swollen into small carrots under the extreme weather.

The sporadic snow at the beginning has now turned into heavy snow. Huge flakes of snow are flying and crashing into everything in front of him. Qiao Yi can only wrap his entire face with a thick scarf, leaving only a gap to cover his face. Come and see the way.

The four of them walked hard in the heavy snow, and the place where they lived at night changed from the animal skin tent to the snow nest.

A cave dug in several feet of snow is much warmer than a single tent.

November [-].

keep exploring.

Snow stopped.

The long-lost sun shyly revealed half of his face in the clouds.

The golden sun shone down and was reflected by the snow, which made it hard for those who had just crawled out of the snow nest to open their eyes.

There are more and more buildings along the way, and the stone-paved steps are gradually becoming more and more obvious.

November 24st.

They arrived at the place on the map called Dragon Rest Valley.

Everyone held their breath when they saw the scene in front of them.

There is a tree there.

A big tree that can cover the sky and block out the sun.

Under the canopy of the big tree, there is a magnificent city that has not been completely buried.

Golden spires, white stone walls, and huge glass windows...

A large frozen river bypasses the foot of the city and flows east across the valley.

It seems that in the movie The Hobbit, Rivendell, the residence of the elves in Middle-earth, reappears in front of your eyes.

"boom--"

The heavy snow on the crown of the tree broke the dry branches, and fell down with a bang, stirring up echoes in the valley.

Only then did Qiao Yi suddenly wake up.

Their destination has arrived.

When the orange-red sunset passed through the dilapidated streets, they passed through the entire elf ruins and came to the foot of the sacred tree, climbing up the gnarled roots of the big tree like small hills.

There is almost no snow here, and there are littered branches and leaves under your feet.

There is a stone tablet near the root of the tree. In addition to the golden inscription, on the white marble tablet are also inlaid with two golden rhombus gemstones, like a pair of eyes.

As soon as Joe walked over, he tried to read the words on it.

However, when his finger touched the stele, he only heard a "click"

The stone tablet suddenly cracked a gap.

The two gems fell to the ground with clangs, and the stele suddenly shattered into dozens of pieces. A golden streamer gathered from between the pieces and merged into the image of a cat. It circled around Qiaoyi twice, and then It quietly dispersed into golden smoke and disappeared into the air.

Qiao Yi took out the dancing flame.

As if attracted by something, orange-red flames floated from Qiao Yi's palm, and floated towards the crown of the tree above his head.

Then it burned brighter and brighter in mid-air, until it turned into a bright golden color, and the warm light dispelled the surrounding cold.

Boundless distress came to Qiao Yi, and at this moment he just wanted to have a good night's sleep.

He yawned big, and looked at Barton who was also tired.

On the other side, Bill and Elise were already snuggled together, asleep against the tree trunk.

Consciousness was gradually dragged into chaos, Qiao Yi hugged the blanket and closed his eyes.

It started snowing outside again.

But all the wind and snow are resisted by the dense canopy even though it is dead.

Under the radiance of the golden flames, they didn't feel a little bit of coolness, and their breathing gradually became longer.

The flames suspended in mid-air for a moment, and suddenly scattered into countless sparks and floated towards the dead giant tree, sinking into the trunk and branches, spreading into flowing veins, connecting the roots of the giant tree.

Sha

rustle

A gust of wind blew by, as if the sacred tree had just woken up, gently shaking the withered yellow branches and leaves, shaking off the snow on it.

The tender green sprouts sprouted small pointed tips, and then slowly stretched out, blooming into palm-sized emerald green leaves almost in a moment.

At the foot of the big tree, the dry land became wet again, like a drop of ink quickly rendering on paper, moss, grass, and unknown small wildflowers spread around the land with the sacred tree as the center.

There were soft green vines hanging from the tree, encircling the four sleeping people under the tree, as if they were wrapped in the arms of the sacred tree.

An inaudible murmur resounded from the depths of Daxue Mountain, like a comfortable sigh from a certain god when he woke up.

Qiao Yi rolled over in the gentle embrace of the vines, smelling the fragrance of grass and trees in his nose that was exactly the same as that on Lando's body, smashed his mouth, and slept soundly.

At the same time, the old priest who lived in Baixi Valley suddenly raised his head, his old and turbid eyes glowed with moisture, and looked in the direction of Daxue Mountain.

And the tree of life above his head shook its leaves happily, and the yellow leaves quickly turned green at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This night, some people slept with good dreams, and some people didn't sleep all night.

The lights of the entire Baixi Valley were lit all night, and all the elves felt the strong power of life, and they all went out of their homes to gather under the tree of life, bowing their heads in the direction of the Daxue Mountain.

A child stretched out his hand as if in response, stared at the palm of his hand, and held his breath intently.

噗

A small flower grew out of nowhere from the palm.

The child opened his mouth, opened his eyes wide, and was stunned: "Mom, mom!

Above the heads of the elves, the fingers of the sleeping elf in the tree house moved slightly, and its long eyelashes trembled, as if it was about to wake up.