Søren was also trapped in Autumnfall. The snow outside was too thick, and the carriage could not move at all.
Because of the cold weather, he customized a warm cotton-padded jacket for Vivian, which would take three days to complete. There were busy half-elves outside, and he could vaguely see Druil's figure. The snow had collapsed some simple huts, and Autumnfall was rescuing ordinary civilians. Because Gloria was taking care of the little girl, he went outside the city to take a look. The snow outside was indeed thicker, and when he stepped on it, it sank up to his calf.
Outside the city was a piece of farmland, but it was now a vast expanse of white.
He could see men and women busy in the fields, digging through the snow to transport back the crops and vegetables that were about to be harvested. If they were not transported back as soon as possible, it would not take long for them to rot, and they would lose their source of food. It seemed that winter wheat could not be planted. The thickness of the snow was too high. In the past, winter wheat was only planted in October. Many half-elven farmers looked worried. Their talent was not very good. They were just a little more flexible than humans, but they were still just ordinary people.
A peasant woman was carrying lettuce. Cabbage and lettuce were common vegetables in the south. Her fingers were cold and pale. Next to her, a girl with a cold nose was helping. Because her clothes were relatively thin, she hugged her hands from time to time and blew air into her palms. Farther away, a little boy of ten years old was digging a snow pile. Soon he excitedly dug out a frozen bird from the snow pile, raised it high and shouted, "Sister, look! We have meat to eat tonight! "
The snow broke some tree trunks, and some bird's nests were directly hit. The branches were covered with ice, which looked like hanging crystals.
This was the life of ordinary people.
Some hunters entered the forest in groups. They were experienced enough to foresee the severe test of winter, and began to hunt some prey in advance. Maybe they were lucky enough to find some frozen animals. Farther away, some people were busy repairing houses. The poor ordinary people built thatched houses. The roof was not very strong, and it was easy to be damaged in the days of heavy snow. There were calls of birds in the sky. They had to seize the last opportunity to migrate, or they would all freeze to death here.
The cold winter more than a month in advance changed a lot. It forced animals to enter hibernation in advance, and it also disrupted people's farming plans.
Crackling sounds could be heard.
Søren stopped in his tracks. He raised his hand and opened his palm. Hailstones the size of rice grains fell down.
The noise became more and more intense. The farmer woman in the distance shouted, and the two children ran to her side. The little boy even fell on the snow. The falling hail was getting heavier and heavier. The farmer woman didn't even care about the vegetables she had dug out. She used her body to protect the two children and ran towards the house in the distance.
Traces of pain could be felt.
Søren raised his head and looked at the sky. The hailstones were getting bigger and bigger, from the size of soybeans to the size of pebbles. Someone cried out in pain in front of him. He dashed out and caught the two children in his arms. He said in a low voice, "Hurry up and find a place to hide!"
The farmer woman didn't have time to thank him. She staggered and followed him. Her forehead was hit by a pebble-sized hailstone. There were bruises on her head. The village was full of curses. Søren put the two children down. He frowned and looked at the hailstones outside. It sounded like someone was knocking on the roof. Some people's faces were bruised, and there was even a trace of blood on their forehead.
The hailstones didn't last long.
From the size of rice grains to the size of pebbles, it only took about ten minutes. People walked out in fear. They looked up at the light in the sky, and then returned to the fields to harvest the crops. Søren left a bag of jerky for the two young children, and then followed the road into the forest. The familiar road was no longer in sight. The snow covered everything, and many weeds were covered under the snow. He saw Druid's figure, leaping through the forest with incomparable vigor.
Although these Druil were annoying, they weren't bad.
Many Druil had been working hard in the desert, trying to transform the desert left behind by the Arcane Empire into an oasis. This process had been going on for thousands of years.
However, the efforts of several generations had only completed less than one percent. The thousands of kilometers of desert was still filled with yellow sand, and the ancient cities that had sunk under the quicksand were still emitting energy radiation. Only some plants with particularly strong vitality could still grow. It was easy to destroy the environment, but it would take countless years to repair it. Søren's attitude towards the Druil was very complicated. Sometimes he wanted to kill them, but sometimes he felt that they were great.
Especially when he saw the oasis built by the Druil in the desert. The green color that represented the traces of life under the yellow sand was really shocking.
They were very important in the eyes of the desert people.
Søren saw more than once the desert people kneeling on the ground and kissing the ground where the Tree Shepherds walked.
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The snow had begun to eliminate the first batch of old, weak, sick, and disabled people.
Only the strongest creatures could survive the harsh winter. Søren frowned more and more as he walked forward. The road to the Elven Kingdom was completely covered in snow. Carriages were basically useless, and they had to walk all the way to get through. It was impossible to wait until the snow melted. They would have to wait until at least next year in such cold weather. Søren couldn't afford to waste so much time, so they had to hurry through the snow.
Vivian's small body couldn't walk in the snow. She didn't have enough strength, and Søren's heart ached.
It was the only way.
He had to carry Vivian on his back. The snow path was more than a hundred kilometers long, and it would take them a long time.
He just didn't know if Gloria could handle it, but she should be fine as a high-grade witch.
There were many spells that could be used.
By the time Søren returned, it was already afternoon. Aladdin was standing at the bar, bragging. There were a lot of guests around him, and from time to time, people would laugh and ask him to have a drink. When he saw Søren, the Halfling's face was already flushed. This guy must have been a storyteller before. It was a pity that he didn't work as a bard. Otherwise, he would have earned a lot of tips along the way. Many Halflings liked to brag, and they wouldn't get angry after being exposed. At most, they would argue back.
Their storytelling skills were very good, and they had interesting pastimes in their free time. Even the owner of the inn was listening with great interest.
Aladdin was not completely bragging. He had more experience than many people. At the very least, he was able to accurately describe the height, characteristics, and habits of the Hill Giant. He even knew its habitual attacks. Of course, the main purpose was to prove how nimble he was and how he could escape from the Hill Giant's attacks. After that, he was able to make the Hill Giant run in circles. As for killing the Mountain Giant, there was no need to think about it. It was really difficult to kill them with those two small daggers.
Under the tavern's guests' cheers, the small Aladdin danced on the long table. It was a very cheerful clapping tap dance. It was said that if he danced well, he could hook up with cute baby-faced Halfling girls. The people around couldn't help but clap their hands and follow the rhythm. The already lively atmosphere suddenly became a lot more lively, and the owner of the inn even wanted to hire him.
Three days passed quickly.
During this time, Søren was trying his best to memorize spells. Gloria seemed to know that he was learning spells, and she intentionally or unintentionally gave him some pointers. However, this mysterious Northern Witch obviously didn't know that Søren was already a Rank 5 Wizard. Søren didn't want to surprise her too much and cause unnecessary trouble. After all, a Rank 5 Wizard appeared in just half a month, which was even more frightening than Vivian's amazing talent. It was better to wait until the opportunity came.
Søren successfully memorized a level 2 spell, [Brute Force].
This spell could temporarily increase his Strength by 4 points. Together with the Ogre Bracers, it could increase his Strength to 18 points, which could make up for his lack of attributes. Unfortunately, it could only last for about ten minutes. However, a battle would last about ten minutes. With the buff spell, he would have no problem facing the Ogre head-on. Low-grade Wizards had very few spell slots, so he could only calculate how to use them. He used Invisibility to save his life, and Brute Force to fight.
The number of spell slots for Wizards above grade 3 began to increase substantially.
On the day of their departure, the little Halfling actually followed them. He had a good time in the inn. Every day, someone would treat him to a drink. Søren thought that he would stay in Autumnfall.
"I'm a gourmet."
Aladdin frowned as he moved forward in the snow. He then said, "How can a gourmet stay in one place? I've tasted all the delicious food here, so naturally, I have to go to the elves' place."
Gloria seemed to be a little unaccustomed to it.
Noble Witches rarely traveled by themselves, let alone in a snowy environment. Søren wanted to help, but he couldn't. He was carrying a half cloth bag on his back like a backpack. Inside it was little Vivian. The little girl wrapped her arms around Soran's neck with her little white hands and leaned her little head on Soran's shoulder. Her soft breathing was a little itchy, and from time to time, she would kick her little feet and spread her palms to catch the falling snowflakes. At first, she was very energetic, but later on, she became a little lazy because there was a vast expanse of white snow everywhere.
After walking for a while, the Northern Witch was finally a little tired.
She bit her lip, stubbornly looked at the others, and then gave herself a buff.
After all, spellcasters were more delicate. Gloria, who had been blessed with Lightness Technique, immediately walked with light steps, leaving only shallow traces on the snow. It seemed that Lightness Technique was even better than Lightness Technique. The Flying spell didn't last very long, so it wasn't suitable for long-distance travel. The cold wind in the sky was also troublesome. It must be combined with a protective spell, otherwise, the Witch's body wouldn't be able to withstand it.
The whistling cold wind blew.
Leaving a row of footprints on the snow, the group gradually entered the forest. The wind and snow quickly erased the traces they left behind.
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