Chapter 3209 Elder Harald

The last itinerary today is to leave the seaside and enter the snow-capped mountains.

From the sea to the center of the island and along the gradually towering silver-white forest, there was no trace of human activities. People living by the sea, like the tribes at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, regard the Fatumonster Snow Mountain as a "holy mountain", so they rarely get close to the foot of the mountain.

What Xia De wanted to find this time was the location where the "Pharma Manufacturer" was attacked. Others who wanted to investigate this matter only knew a rough range, but Mr. Mortis provided Xia De with a more accurate location and knew what happened at that time:

"He was attacked when he went into the mountains to collect herbs. When I saw him the last time, he said that the enemy appeared behind him as if he had appeared out of thin air. You can follow the herbs route I gave you to look for traces along the way, but it has been snowing these days, and those traces have probably disappeared long ago."

This kind of primitive snow-capped mountain that has not been developed has no one to guide the way or is familiar with the terrain itself, so it is very difficult to enter the mountain.

The island of Fatummonster itself is quite large, so after Shade left the reefs by the sea, he flew to the location pointed out by Mr. Mortis. The passes entering the mountain are easy to find, but as the sun gradually settles, snowflakes fall from the sky.

At the foot of the southern foot of the Snow Mountain is a large area of ​​undeveloped primeval forest, and the terrain of low south and high north is extremely rugged. If Xia De had not relied on "strong spatial perception" to locate, it would not be easy to find the location of the pass pointed out by Mr. Mortis.

The path of the magic potion merchant entering the mountain to collect herbs is actually not a road at all. Ordinary people will never be able to walk on it. The businessman who sells magic potions also relied on the power of his own ring warlock to walk in the snowy mountains.

Xia De, who learned to fly through the dragon feasting ceremony, fully realized the advantage of flying at this time. Unless he turned into a giant dragon, no matter in the form of a red butterfly, cat or silver wolf, moving in such a dangerous and complex environment will not be so convenient.

When Xia De was flying alone at the foot of the snow-capped mountain, watching the snow-covered hillside shining with golden light under the sunset, she felt really comfortable.

At the foot of the mountain below, the shadows of cedars and dead branches are stretched long, like a black and white sketch, and the emptiness and tranquility of the "Holy Mountain" above seems to swallow everything. In the dim yellow scroll of the sky, a small dark blue area has appeared, and the aftermaths and stars of March are gradually seen in the sky.

While climbing the mountain, Xia De even noticed a snow leopard walking alone in the snow. After seeing him flying over, the wild animal first walked towards him for a few steps, and then turned around and ran away because of fright. He also heard the clear, sharp and ethereal flutes coming from somewhere. It should not be the traditional flute but the musical instrument of the local tribe. The melodious sound combined with the view of the snow-capped mountains in the evening made Xia De's favorableness for this new area.

It’s just after the end of the year and the middle of winter, and with the few blizzards before the festival, even in the low-altitude areas of snow-capped mountains, there are almost no exposed rocks or land.

Xia De searched all the way up, relying on the "Echo of Blood" and the location information given by Mr. Mortis to find the location where the attack occurred. But he still underestimated the difficulty of finding a specific location in such a mountain with almost no references. At about six o'clock in the afternoon, Xia De got nothing but the beautiful scenery.

However, he rescued a rock sheep in the mountains that was hunted by a snow leopard, and then he gave the snow leopard food that was comparable to the rock sheep, so he thought he was not wasting time:

"That snow leopard is so beautiful. I remember that leopards are also part of the cat family. I wonder if Flora will become a leopard."

Since he couldn't find it, Xia De didn't plan to continue looking. He looked up and saw that the dark blue color that was originally stained in this clear sky had occupied most of the sky, so it was time for him to go home.

Xia De was standing on a small path in the mountains that were dug by tribes between cliffs. He wrote down his position at this time and planned to continue tomorrow. He reached into his pocket and wanted to take out Lessia's crystal shoes.

But suddenly he looked up and noticed someone approaching.

Above the winding stone steps, a figure in a thick fur robe was walking. The color of the robe was mixed with pure white and dark gray, and the natural gradient effect was very good, allowing him to blend with the background of the snow-capped mountains.

The edge of the robe was embroidered totem, and as he approached, Xia De saw that it was an elderly man with a long beard.

He wore a strange cotton hat with cow horns on both sides, and a long staff wrapped around vines in his right hand. He wrists with bone pieces inlaid on his wrist, a spell with original runes and a string of bone necklaces hanging on his chest, and a dagger inserted in a scabbard and a kerosene lamp that had not been lit yet.

To be honest, after coming to this world for so long, apart from the traditional ancient witch like Miss Feilian Anna, the person in front of him is the character that best suits the "magical worldview" in the minds of foreigners.

Of course this is not an ordinary person. This old man with frosted eyebrows and brown hair should be a high ring warlock. And it is definitely not like Xia De who has just entered the high ring, and it may even be higher than the level of a doctor with the ten rings. Such people are rare people no matter where they are. Xia De didn't expect that he would run into them as soon as he came.

The old man who came from a high place was also surprised that he had actually caught a stranger here. He stopped hesitantly and looked at Xia De, then asked in Carsonrick, a very heavy accent and mixed with local language:

"Young man, do you want to play a game of Rhodes?"

"What?"

Xia De felt that his words seemed to have been snatched by someone else, and the joked old man laughed and walked down a few more steps closer to Xia De:

"The ring warlocks from other places are right? Don't ask me how I knew it. If you weren't for the ring warlocks, you would have been frozen to death. What are you looking for here? Tell me about it. If I knew, I will give you the way. Don't run around and disturb this holy mountain."

Seeing that Xia De did not show a defensive expression, he approached Xia De a few more steps. Although Xia De was not sure how powerful the other party was, he was confident that he could run away no matter what, so of course he would not be nervous:

"Good evening, thank you for your kindness. Are you the elder of the tribe at the foot of the snow-capped mountain of Fatumonster?"

This is not a random guess. The other party's dress was too obvious, so the old man nodded:

"Yes, I am the elder of the Fatu tribe, but it is best not to pronounce the pronunciation of 'Fatu' in the East Coast accent, otherwise it will become very dirty. We are divided into many different tribes, and I have some reputation among them. If you want to go into the mountains to find something, I can help you."

"I heard from the people in the city that the snow water here is very good, so I want to get some tastes."

Xia De said politely, and the old man shook his head gently:

"Young man, you definitely didn't come to find water."

Xia De then told the truth, and the tribes must not want the local people to kill people everywhere without control:

"I heard that a magic sword appeared on the island some time ago. It happened that I was also a master of swords - forgive my unmodestness, so I wanted to go into the mountain to find clues."

"That sword, I have heard the news, but there seems to be no clue to indicate that the sword is in the mountains, right?"

"I heard that many people are looking for it, but no one has found it. Since the city people can't find it in the city, I just want to try my luck in the mountains."

The old man had already arrived in front of Xia De at this time, and he shook his head very seriously:

"Young man, I can assure you that even those of us who live here have not found any trace of it on the snow-capped mountains. The sword is very dangerous. The Five Gods Church in the city and we are looking for it. It is getting late now. I will accompany you down the mountain."

He almost said "Get out of here quickly". Xia De heard of these "Fatu people" in the black market and Sylvia in the city, which rejected strangers, especially those who did not follow the rules, walking around on the snow-capped mountains, so he also understood the old man's meaning. They regarded this silver-white snow-capped mountain as a home and holy place. Although they did not prohibit others from coming, they did not like outsiders to break in rashly.

Of course, although Xia De respects other people's traditions, he doesn't want to be driven down the mountain just like this. He will continue to come tomorrow. He did not comment on the old man's proposal, but extended his hand to him:

"Oh, I just forgot to introduce it - John Watson, a travel writer, I have been to many places in the Old World."

The old man understood what he meant, so he held the long staff with his left hand and extended his right hand to him:

"They all call me 'Elder Harald', and they are the priests and doctors in the tribe."

The two hands were held together and then used force at the same time. In an instant, Xia De actually felt the pressure from the other person's soul. At first, it was just the primitive, ancient and rough soul power of the Eleventh Ring Warlock's warlock was showing, but in a short while, Xia De felt that the other person's soul was connected to the Fatumonster Snow Mountain under his feet.

The world represented by the snow mountain has brought about a qualitative change in the soul power of the old priest. At that moment, what was revealed before Xia De was no longer the "Elder Harald" who was a mortal, but a powerful force similar to the incarnation of a semi-god.

The silver-white mountains are oppressed, and the ancient and holy mountains give the "priest" an older power that transcends the ring sorcerer system. But when this power really touches Shade through the handshake of both sides, Elder Harald originally thought that he would release his hand like the thunder-touched outsiders in the past, but what he felt was that the power of the Holy Mountain was blocked by Shade.
Chapter completed!