The distant Northern Realm is perpetually shrouded in frost and snow that have persisted for countless years. Since the birth of life here, since life began to observe the world, and since it started to record history, the sky has always been snowing, with only occasional breaks before the snow resus.
Does frost and snow have a source as well?
To find the answer to this question, you must journey north from the Southern Shore of the Northern Realm, traversing many nations devoted to the Frost Phoenix, all the way to the vast depths of the snowy plains, to the foot of Sema Snow Mountain. This enormous mountain that seemingly isolates heaven and earth is said to be the source of the frost and snow.
If one is braver, they must continue to climb upwards, passing through the desolate mountain waist until reaching the mountain top sealed by chaotic space currents...
At this mont, deep within Sema Snow Mountain, amidst the intertwined and distorted peaks ford by chaotic space currents, there is an unusual bustle.
Nurous large and strong won are surrounding a group of Centaurs, slowly navigating through the mountain path enveloped in space turbulence.
"Be careful, if you fall into the space currents, even the Phoenix’s arrival won’t save you."
The female trolls leading the way warned the dozens of people wrapped in their small troll team while using her long halberd as a cane to support the ground. Even though this troll team consists of just over a dozen mbers, considerably fewer than the group they surrounded, because of their size difference, the humans combined seed to be less than half their size.
Currently surrounded by these trolls is a group of people wearing sowhat tattered clothing, mostly females from Sardinia Female Country, who appear robust.
Among them is an exceptionally strong old man wearing a simple, cold-resistant robe. In his arms is a little girl, shivering from the cold, with round mouse ears, curled up like a ball. Beside him, an older woman, plump yet strong, is similarly holding two little Mouse Human Species girls.
If Fisher were here, he would certainly recognize them as his old classmate’s father, Old Jack, the Chief Officer Pahetz of the Iceberg Queen, along with her three adopted Mouse Human Species granddaughters.
Leading this group of Sardinia Female Country people is a girl with short, golden hair, appearing rather robust. She possesses a noble appearance characteristic of Nali lineage: golden hair, golden eyes, but after enduring long periods of outdoor als and exposure, she looked more like a little lion than that previously noble, gentle image.
She is actually the sister of Elizabeth Gedelin, Isabella Gedelin.
At this mont, she is assisting a tall, sluggish, seemingly frail Sardinia Female Country woman.
This woman’s long white hair droops listlessly behind her head, and her usually elegant, stern face is slightly lowered now, her pale complexion peeking through the scattered strands of white hair.
She gently holds her abdon, wrapping her body in an extrely simple robe, leaning weakly on Pahetz beside her. From her abdon, plus of black smoke continuously erge, as if sothing at the end of the smoke deeply burrows into her body, drawing everything from her.
"Cough, cough..."
In the freezing cold, coupled with her condition, this Sardinia Female Country woman can’t help but cough softly.
Isabella, beside her, bit her teeth and looked at the female troll leading the way, speaking in Northern Language,
"How much longer until we arrive? We’ve been walking for nearly half an hour!"
The troll ahead kept walking, rely scratching the back of her head, replying in a straightforward manner,
"Almost there, maybe. I’m not sure, usually we just keep walking until we see it."
Isabella bit her teeth speechlessly, finding herself at a loss.
She had heard there were many demi-human species on Snow Mountain now, and the legendary remaining bloodlines of the Six Snow Mountain Tribes had returned. Among them is a race called Sli, capable of teleportation.
But now their ship sank during an escape, and even Captain Alagina was severely injured due to a relic of the Black Chief. They urgently needed a place to turn to and rest. Originally, returning to the Northern Realm seed to offer so respite, but they hadn’t expected the Turand Family here to be in alliance with Nali and the Black Chief.
In recent years, Isabella truly understood the sorrow of having no place in the vast world to call ho.
Her sister is overwhelmingly powerful, and everywhere is filled with her influence and puppets, leaving Isabella feeling suffocated.
"...It’s alright, Isabella. I can still hold on."
It was at this mont that Alagina, beside her, unexpectedly spoke in a hoarse voice, pulling Isabella back to reality.
She looked at Alagina’s pale face before her, suddenly feeling guilty, whispering,
"I’m sorry, Captain Alagina. I’ve burdened everyone... I should have returned to Nali then, so that everyone wouldn’t..."
Alagina’s long white eyelashes caught so frost and snow of the sa color. Hearing this, she shook her head, saying,
"Even if not because of you, one day in the future, Elizabeth wouldn’t spare us because of Fisher, only earlier or later. With that being the case, this mont is as good a ti as any to face it... Besides, the Phoenix hasn’t completely extinguished all our hopes, has it?"
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