The snow was getting heavier and heavier.
It was as heavy as Søren's mood at the moment. His steps were heavy, and so was his heart.
He had always been a very subjective person, but today he was really confused. His heart seemed to be heavy, and some kind of repressed emotion made him a little breathless. He tightened his cloak and walked step by step into the heavy snow. Snowflakes fell on him, and soon his shoulders were white. Søren raised his hand to shake off the snow on his body, turned his head, and silently looked at the palace of Arendelle. He stood in a corner where people could not see him for a long time, then turned and entered a white world.
Vivian was still waiting for him.
It was almost impossible for him to marry the princess of Arendelle, the future Queen, because Vivian was the Child of Fear and might become the Dread Lord in the future. Unless he was willing to let Vivian face all this alone, he was bound to go further and further on the path of the Dread Lord. At that time, it would not be an exaggeration to say that they would be enemies of the whole world. Even if he helped Vivian defeat the Dread Lord in the end, the evil gods would covet Vivian's divine power, and the good gods would try to eliminate the Dread Lord once and for all. Vivian's path was destined to be full of thorns and blood.
Otherwise, he would not have prepared for the worst in his heart to transform into a Shadow Lich!
Søren performed an ancient knight's salute.
It did not mean anything, but it was just a promise, a promise from a guardian knight.
When she needed it, he would stand behind her!
The snow was still flying.
In this snow-covered world, Søren saw two lines in his eyes. One rose to the top of the throne. She would become the ruler of Arendelle, the Queen who was supported by all people. The shadow of the gods stood behind her, protecting her kingdom and protecting her. The other fell to the bottomless abyss. The road he walked would be covered with blood, and the bones of countless enemies would accumulate into stairs. In the vast white bones, he would step into the bottom of the abyss, where a battle awaited him.
For Vivian.
Søren was willing to give up his life, but he wouldn't stop here.
Although his heart was so heavy! …
The world was shrouded in a bone-chilling coldness. The curved sword at Søren's waist glowed. When he pulled out the legendary curved sword named 'Icingdeath', a cold light seemed to spread from it. It looked so dazzling, but its temperature was so bone-chilling. The curved sword seemed to have a spirit, and it could feel the heaviness in Søren's heart.
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The mountains in the distance gradually appeared.
Søren's footsteps did not slow down at all. He quietly walked past one town after another, heading towards the North.
His appearance was completely different from before. He wore a black robe and held a wooden staff in his hand. On the outside was a large grey cloak. No weapons could be seen, only a pair of exquisite black gloves on his hands. His face was a little thin, and one could vaguely see the stubble of his beard. His pupils were deep and still, full of determination when he looked ahead. The way he dressed made him look like a traveling wizard, which allowed him to avoid most of the trouble. No one would dare to disturb a traveling wizard.
Arendelle was getting farther and farther away.
But the girl's gaze seemed to be behind him. Occasionally, Søren's mind would come to her tearful face.
It was really beautiful!
The idea of marrying a woman as his wife came to his mind for the first time. It was difficult to describe the feeling in words, but it was really touching.
He passed through a forest, walked across a frozen river, and climbed over towering snow mountains.
Occasionally, some monsters would disturb him, but they would be killed by spells before they could get close. He looked like a real wizard, following his own path to his destination.
The snowstorm lasted for three days before it stopped.
Soran had come to the ice mountain range that stretched for hundreds of miles. He moved along a small path, using Levitate and Fly to hurry on his way, crossing these mountains that were like natural strongholds. Time passed little by little. He didn't travel much every day because he encountered many powerful creatures, such as the Ice Quetzalcoatlus near the mountains, the huge ice sculptures, the Earth Dragon that was as heavy as a mammoth, the Earth Spirit Bear that was scattered all over the place, and many other powerful monsters that he was familiar with.
They were distributed here in groups, dangerous and deadly. Søren even had to use Invisibility to escape several times.
The cruel environment made them gather together. Here, the Earth Spirit Bear and the Ice Trolls could even form tribes. These creatures hunted each other and struggled to survive in this ice and snow mountain.
The temperature gradually increased.
This mountain range blocked the cold wind from the Frost Kingdom. The greenery in front of him gradually increased. Søren knew that he was close to the North.
Across here was the North, the territory ruled by the witches.
The forest in front of him was getting thicker and thicker, and the mountains were behind him. Søren walked in the thick forest and entered the area of human activity little by little.
"Who is it!?"
A middle-aged man dressed as a hunter appeared in front. He held a hunting bow in his hand and aimed at this side. When he saw Soran's appearance, he immediately withdrew his bow in fear. Then he bowed slightly to show respect and said, "Your Excellency. "Sir Wizard, I didn't know it was you. Please forgive my offense."
This was the North.
This was the territory of the Northern Witches. Here, the status of Wizards was very high.
Søren lowered his cloak slightly, looked at him faintly, and asked, "Where is this? I just came here through the mountains. "
The middle-aged hunter looked at the ice and snow mountain in the distance, and the awe in his eyes became more obvious. He whispered, "This is the territory of River Valley City. From here, walk a hundred miles south and you will reach River Valley City. "
Søren nodded gently, walked past him, and headed south.
After he walked past, the middle-aged hunter breathed a sigh of relief as if he had collapsed. Then, he hurriedly ran towards the village. It was not a good thing to encounter a Wizard in the wild. Wizards were some people with strange tempers. They were very powerful and very dangerous. If you angered them, they could easily take your life. He was just an ordinary person, so naturally, he was afraid of the mysterious Wizards. Now, he just wanted to stay away from them to avoid any trouble.
A river appeared in front of Søren.
It was rare that it was not frozen, which meant that the temperature in the North was not very low.
There were boatmen ferrying people around the river. In this era, bridges were of a higher standard of alchemy and could only be seen near the city. It was very troublesome to take a detour, so the fishermen in the nearby villages would take the ferry business in their spare time to earn more rations for the children at home. Wherever Søren went, people looked at him with awe. A boatman nervously sent him to the fishing boat and then carefully rowed to the opposite side.
Søren left a silver Derahl for the ferry and then set foot on the land on the other side of the river.
In front of him, he could already see reclaimed farmlands and many villages scattered in the distance. The land in the North was relatively flat and open, and it used to be very prosperous for a period of time. Because of the climate, the North only cultivated once a year. During the rest of the season, other crops were planted to support the family. However, the people here lived better than in the South because the North was relatively more sparsely populated. Many villagers would hunt during their leisure time.
The law here allowed farmers to hunt, unlike in the South, who had to pay taxes.
The corruption of the nobles in the South was very serious. They were almost doing everything possible to increase taxes, and the fishermen had to bear heavy taxes every year.
Søren saw a city.
The guards stood lazily at the gate, asking the civilians who wanted to enter the city and occasionally extorting some money. However, they did not dare to stop the carriages that were obviously of a higher status. They only squeezed one or two copper Derahls out of the poor farmers. When Søren walked past, they did not dare to stop him. These guards did not dare to provoke a wizard. Even if the captain gave them a look, the others did not dare to approach and ask.
The city was not very prosperous.
Because there was no trade to support the city, taxes alone were not enough to maintain the prosperity of the city. There were obvious traces of damage on the city walls, and many of the buildings were very old. Hundreds of years ago, there were a few mines that maintained the city, but as the surface mines were exhausted, the city could no longer support the mining and maintenance of the deeper mines. The undeveloped roads made trade very expensive, and some of the ores could only be sold at a low price. The nearby cities had replaced River Valley City's trading position.
Søren went to the Mercenary Union.
Because it was close to the Snowy Mountains, the Mercenary Union's business was not bad. From time to time, adventurers would come to hunt special monsters according to certain requests. Wizards needed special materials for Alchemy, Magic Devices, and Scrolls. Many of the materials came from the corpses of powerful monsters, and some of them grew in special environments. Soran did not stay in the Mercenary Guild for too long. He walked around the area and entered an alley. Then, under the gazes of three to five people with ill intentions, he entered a shop that did not have a signboard.
He needed some information.
Thieves were almost everywhere in the world. They were the main composition of the low-level members of gangs. These thieves could become Rogues, but most of them were still ordinary people. Søren did not stay in the shop for too long. After about a quarter of an hour, he walked out. But when he walked out, he seemed to feel something. His nose could not help but twitch slightly.
He seemed to smell something familiar.
It was a fragrance.
And it was a fragrance that he had carefully memorized. Only then would he have a clear impression of it. There seemed to be a woman in front of him. She was wearing a black hood and a black dress. Her back looked very slim, but she still gradually walked out of the alley.
Søren frowned slightly. He did not directly chase after her.
He looked up at the sky and prepared to find a place to stay, then go to Gloria's tower.
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