Definitely Not a Witch

A heartwarming daily life farming novel, occasionally also a passionate epic.

Spears spread across the wilderness like a thriving forest. Glorious knights march in formation, and countless bl...

Chapter 1072 Withering Moon Disease

After sailing for nearly several days, a white coast finally appeared on the blue sea. A few white ice floated in the waves and slowly sank into the cold sea water.

After entering the northern continent, the airship did not stop immediately, but continued flying until it saw a city where living things gathered.

The undulating icicles are connected together to form a tall curved wall, blocking the cold wind on one side, while the other side is directly open to welcome the thin and warm sunlight from the sky.

Compared to human towns, the architecture here was exceptionally exquisite and beautiful. The gray-blue rocks, polished smooth and straight, formed the outer walls of towers and castles. Beneath these towering castles and towers, neatly arranged rows of white cottages with arched roofs like bread loaves. From above, one could see the streets and buildings below forming the outline of a gigantic ice flower, with patterns of the moon and other flowers and plants woven into its periphery.

"That's 'Skarandi', which means 'City of Mountains, Forests, and Winter Winds'. It's also the largest city in the Ice Elf Kingdom closest to the southwest."

When the airship was several kilometers away from the city, it began to slowly descend. Irene introduced this magnificent city to several companions on the deck.

On the endless snowfield, the city is surrounded by large coniferous forests that stretch to the north and east, bringing vitality to the monotonous world.

"This is probably the last city that can see the sun. Going further north, you will reach the kingdom of ice elves in the shadow season." The scholar at the side looked at the ice-blue city in the distance and sighed.

Before coming, they had consulted a lot of books about ice elves. Although the forest elves had not interacted with the ice elves for a long time, some records were left in the distant past.

"Let's continue forward. This time, we'll probably need the guidance of the ruler of Scarlandi to reach the Ice Palace in the northern continent."

"Does Irene know anything about 'Scaranti'?" Atesi asked her companion beside her.

"I don't know much, but I've heard that the ruling family of 'Skarandi' is a branch of Duke Lourdes. Lourdes, Callende, and Shitide are the three dukes currently ruling over the ice elves. Their emblems are the 'Ice Harp,' the 'Dark Moon Calendar,' and the 'Baltissima Sword,' respectively. Their family members lead most of the affairs and duties of the Ice Palace."

"If we divide it by faction, my family, the Shilaini family (Silver Snow Lily), is also a vassal of Duke Callendar."

The propeller of the airship blew the ice particles on the ground, bringing up white snow mist. After a period of shaking and adjustment, this excellent airship slowly stopped on the ground, and the propeller and sail oars stopped moving and became quiet.

A long metal ladder was lowered, and the long spikes on the bottom of the tail were embedded in the frozen soil to fix it. Then, one by one, the forest elves walked down the airship.

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When Loran Hill got off the airship holding the puppet, a group of ice elf cavalry riding cold-feathered birds were already rushing over from a distance.

The blade of the long lance was stretched into a narrow and sharp triangle, reflecting bursts of cold light in the sea breeze. These ice elf cavalrymen were not weak in strength. Almost every one of them had the strength of Sequence 3, and could be said to be a rare elite.

When they got close, they did not launch an attack immediately, but instead stood on high alert and negotiated with their own delegation.

Several envoys first took out the edict and negotiation documents from the current Queen Achenvila, and then asked Irene to come out and talk to the ice elves.

After seeing Irene, the ice elf, the cavalry captain's expression eased a little, but he still examined the documents vigilantly for a long time before looking up.

"I'm sorry, many of these matters are beyond my control, but I can hand over some documents to Lord Antonius on your behalf. He is the current mayor of Scarlandi, and he will make the final decision."

"We can accept it, but we also hope that we won't have to wait too long." Several members of the envoys nodded to each other to show their understanding.

Thus, the first day ended here. The delegation first set up camp near the landing site of the airship and waited for a reply.

The next day, no one in the city came to reply to the letter, but some extraordinary people in the delegation sensed some prying figures in the sky.

On the third day, there was still no progress.

On the fourth day, several ice elves finally arrived at the camp. They said that they could allow a small number of envoys to enter the city, but the number could not exceed five.

After some negotiations, the envoys, together with Irene, formed a team of six and entered the city, including Loran Hill.

Riding on a long-haired pony, Loran Hill was wearing a light gray and ice blue coat, a wide hood on his head, and his transparent blue eyes looked curiously at the scenery on both sides of the street.

The city of 'Skarandi' is very lively, and ice elves with long ice-blue hair can be seen everywhere. They wear light blue long skirts, which are often decorated with a layer of semi-transparent gauze on the outside.

These ice elves were very curious about the people entering the city, and from their conversations, Loranhill discovered that many of them did not know about the arrival of the diplomatic delegation, but were just curious about the appearance of the forest elves.

Most forest elves have golden or chestnut hair, which is different from ice elves and is easy to distinguish. In addition, they all have long pointed ears.

Compared to the more lively forest elves, ice elves are generally much quieter, rarely shouting loudly on the streets. These ice elves tend to write prices on nearby notice boards, preferring to be quiet and generally not spend too much time bargaining.

Compared to the places Loran Hill has been to, there are no mobile stalls on the streets here. Everything is in their own shops, and the shops are decorated very warmly, with a breath of life.

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