The biting cold wind was like a knife!
Søren had to put on a cloak to cover his whole body. This year, the north was colder than before. He didn't know if it would only last this winter. Anyway, in his memory, the Frost Kingdom was not as cold as it was now. The heavy snow had basically stopped, but the speed of ice and snow melting was very slow. There were almost no traces of melting. Ice had begun to form on all sides, and some rivers were covered with ice that people could pass through.
It was now the end of September, and there were still five or six days until October.
The beasts in the Icefield had begun to come out to look for food. Because of the cold climate, the wolves had also begun to migrate. Søren encountered many monsters along the way, but he avoided them by using Stealth. Looking from afar, the mountain was right in front of him, but when he walked, he found that it was still not there. Soran walked for half a day before he gradually approached the range of the Icebound Valley because there were many ice crystals on the trees around. The Icebound Valley was one of the coldest places. The climate here was somewhat special, and it hadn't changed for hundreds of years.
Traces of carriages appeared in the wind and snow. Søren stopped to observe and found that there should be a caravan in front of him.
"Who would go to the Frost Kingdom in winter?"
Søren pushed away the snow and looked at the traces of the wheels. The big carriage should have been specially modified to widen the bearing area, but it wasn't modified into a sleigh. It didn't look like people from the south. They should have come from the port cities in the central region. The number of people in the caravan was relatively large. Søren estimated that there were at least thirty or forty people.
"There shouldn't be any caravans in this season, right?" Søren carefully looked in front of him, but he didn't see them. They probably passed by yesterday. Moving forward in the Icefield was slow. Søren estimated that he would meet these people tonight. He just didn't know who would go north in such a cold weather. There were traces of bonfires nearby, and some pieces of food were thrown directly on the side of the road. Søren looked at the debris in front of him and frowned because he felt that it wasn't a caravan in front of him.
The ice on the road was getting thicker and thicker.
When the sky gradually darkened, Søren finally saw a group of people in front of him. They were three large, modified carriages.
The Pack Beast was a type of yak with thick fur. Its entire body was snow-white and there was only one horn on its head. These yaks were squatting in a circle around the perimeter to block the cold wind. In front of them was an experienced team. They had obviously been to the ice plains before and knew how to make themselves more comfortable, just like how people in the desert knew how to use camels to block the wind and sand. The tamed pack beasts were very tame. Søren did not see any caravan guards, nor did he see many mounts. These people in front of him were not merchants.
"Who!?"
A short figure jumped out and squinted its eyes. Søren saw a green-skinned goblin, but it was different from the other goblins he had seen before. Its facial expression was richer, and its face was smeared with strange paint. It looked like a clown. As the goblin shouted, more than a dozen people near the carriage stood up. Almost all kinds of races could be seen, and there were even beautiful elves standing next to the burly orcs.
"Circus?"
Søren frowned slightly, walked over slowly, and smiled: "A traveler passing by saw you here and came to ask for a hot soup."
The green-skinned goblin looked at him up and down, then showed a funny smile and waved: "Come here. We just went camping. "
A lone adventurer.
It didn't seem to be much danger, at least not a threat to such a large caravan.
Søren slowly approached, but his expression was not completely relaxed. He looked around and asked: "Circus? Are you going to the Frost Kingdom to perform? "
There were three big carriages.
Two of them were loaded with a lot of sundries, many of which were tools for the performance. The other one was not very clear, but it looked quite gorgeous from the outside.
"Of course." A beautiful elf stood up. Her skin was very delicate, and she seemed to have the bloodline of a grassland elf. She was wearing an exquisite dress, which was a bit like the dress of a lady performing a dance. However, the neckline was quite wide, revealing a white and smooth chest. There was a split on the side of the dress, and there should be a button inside. If it was unbuttoned, it would reveal her white thighs. She tilted her head and looked at Søren. After thinking that he didn't look like a bad guy, she complained: "If it's not for the performance, who would want to come to this cold place!"
Søren narrowed his eyes slightly, not because of the beauty of the other party, nor because of the white chest, but because of the clothes on her body.
In such cold weather, she still wore so little. Although it was cold, she still looked normal.
She should be an advanced professional!
Don't underestimate the performers in this world, because many of them were part-time bards, especially such circuses, opera troupes, and performance troupes. The number of professionals in them could reach up to half, and most of them were quite expensive. These professionals were like celebrities in his previous life. They would be welcomed everywhere they went, and a formal performance might earn them more than adventurers risking their lives for them. Just like the green goblin just now, it should be a special profession that was advanced from a bard to a clown dancer. That was why it could find Søren so quickly.
The distance between them was a little closer.
Søren saw an emblem with a slim shadow on it. There were barriers on all sides and colorful gauze. He looked at these people in surprise and wondered: "The Phantom Circus?"
"Huh?" The elf girl looked at him with a smile and said: "You've heard of us?"
"I've heard of you." Søren nodded and said slowly: "You're very famous in Port Arthur. It is said that there are some very special and wonderful performances."
The elf girl giggled and looked at him playfully: "Not everyone is qualified to watch those performances!"
Søren shrugged slightly. He didn't have much expectation for those performances.
"Come here."
The green goblin gestured for him to sit next to the bonfire. It looked completely different from the goblins in the wilderness. It should be the goblins near the sand port. The goblins there used to be servants of the great arcanists. After the destruction of the Arcane Empire, they still kept part of their heritage. Their skin color was lighter than other goblins, and they didn't have a sense of identity with the goblins in the wilderness. The way they looked at the goblins in the wilderness was like how Africans looked at cannibals. When it was time to kill, they would never show mercy!
"My name is Copper Coin. I'm a clown. "The goblin showed a funny smile and waved the food in its hand:" Do you want to try? Barbecue Ice Frog! Only here can you eat good food. It tastes much better than other bullfrogs! "
Ice Frog?
Søren looked at the food in its hand and frowned: "This seems to be poisonous, right? It will cause diarrhea after eating it! "
"It's okay." Copper Coin shrugged and said: "Goblins dare to eat anything."
"Copper Coin likes to eat frogs. He's not afraid of being poisoned!"
Next to the bonfire.
A group of people were sitting around. There were orcs, dwarves, elves, humans, and so on. There were more than twenty of them, and almost half of them were women. Søren glanced at them and found that most of them were advanced professionals. Among them, there was a high proportion of bards. The Phantom Circus was an organization that was active near the port. Of course, the members in front of him weren't the only ones. They should only be a part of it. Except for the two people who were talking, the others were very indifferent to Søren. They were just busy with their own things.
There was a human girl wearing a doll mask with dozens of throwing knives on her waist. She looked at him provocatively from time to time.
The elf girl should be one of the people in charge, if the woman who didn't show up in the carriage was not.
"What's your name? Why did you come to this cold place alone? " The elf girl came over and sat down directly next to Søren. She had a special fragrance on her body. Søren was familiar with this smell. The priests in charge of the Goddess of Lust often had this smell.
Søren smiled and looked at her. "Søren. I'm a lone adventurer who wants to go to the Frost Kingdom. "
"Where is your destination?"
The elf girl glanced at his curved sword and smiled. "To Arendelle. Their Princess Royal is about to ascend the throne. The court steward invited us to perform. "
Both sides were tentatively communicating.
The others didn't seem to care much, but their attention was actually on Søren. After all, he was a stranger.
"Arendelle?"
Søren's expression was a little surprised. Then he seemed to remember something and said, "That place seems to be a bit special. Didn't you hear anything before you went? "
The elf girl smiled slyly and said playfully, "Heard what? We haven't heard anything! "
"Have you heard anything about it?"
Søren glanced at her, shrugged gently, and said, "Isn't there a legend that the incarnation of the Goddess of Ice has descended there?"
The elf girl blinked and smiled. "Is that so? Then I haven't seen the incarnation of the Goddess! "
There was a crisp sound of bells in the carriage.
The elf girl's expression froze, then she quickly got up and walked over. The curtain was very thick, and nothing could be seen outside.
After a while.
The elf girl came out again and looked at the others. "The leader said to let you have a good rest and try to get out of the frozen valley tomorrow morning. By the way, your name is Søren, right? You can also camp here. If you don't have anything, I'll ask them to prepare one for you. "
Solon smiled and shook his head, indicating that there was no need.
As the woman in the carriage spoke, the others' attitude towards him was slightly better.
A group of people began to get busy, and Søren also made a simple arrangement. The cold wind outside was still very strong, and the bonfire would dim from time to time. The human girl with a mask was watching over the bonfire. As they passed by the gorgeous carriage, Søren glanced at it. He seemed to notice some special wet marks because a thin layer of ice had formed because of the cold weather.
The marks were a bit like those left by snakes!
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