Chapter 31: The Hometown of Mermaids in the Extremely Cold Snowfield

The southern and northern parts of the Lost Land are two extremes.

Beneath the scorching active volcanoes in the south live the dragons born from the flames, while on the other side, the northern snowfields are an extremely cold forbidden zone where only a few living creatures can move.

Flames and frost, destruction and rebirth.

The crimson dragon's eyes flickered slightly, and a seed of hope took root.

She said in a deep voice, "We will hold out here for the last three days. If we still can't achieve our goal by then..."

The wise leader bowed his head again and said, "Please preserve the last flame of the dragon race."

*

The huge black dragon flew at high speed in the sky, swept across the scorched earth, and rushed forward.

Chen Shuang stood on the dragon's head, countless pieces of information flashed through the depths of her pupils. She withdrew her gaze from the map on the page and repeatedly recalled the brief annotations on the map in her mind.

Yasur Volcano

[The source of the flowing fire that can burn the world]

[Extremely cold snowfield]

[The final place where souls can be frozen]

Deep within the snowfield lies ice as cold as a volcano.

She glanced at the black feather mark on the palm of her hand, and a shocking idea gradually took shape.

Chen Shuang closed her palms and said to Long, "Let's go back to the temple first."

All in all, I was away for less than two days.

As soon as she got off the dragon, Chen Shuang saw the elf sitting on the steps of the temple, leaning against a huge black stone pillar and daydreaming.

He grew up very quickly and now had the body of a teenager. His slightly curly black hair draped gently around his shoulders and neck, and fell to his lower back. His hair swayed slightly from side to side with the gentle breeze.

The elf sat there quietly, as if no sound could intrude upon his world. Rather than a living being, he looked more like a statue, neither sad nor happy.

Hearing the sound of wind coming from above, the cold statue suddenly came alive. He raised his eyes, and a pair of dark eyes looked straight over.

The calm water in the pond suddenly trembled, and the eyes first showed great surprise, and then were covered with a layer of resentment.

"My priest... my lord."

You still remember to come back.

The abandoned God felt extremely wronged.

Seeing Chen Shuang walking towards him, he felt a little expectant. He curled his fingers and his eyes followed the figure unconsciously.

The god coughed a few times, then stood up and said, "Master Priest, are you thirsty or hungry? Would you like to go back to your room and rest first?"

"No."

Chen Shuang glanced at the elf who was almost as tall as herself, and was still not used to the growth rate of this anti-biological creature.

It's too obvious to ignore, my boss.

But time is especially precious now, so other things can be put aside.

She said briefly, "Tell everyone to come over. I have something to say."

As soon as she finished speaking, she hurried to the backyard without even taking the time to glance at the elf.

The corners of God's lips froze, and his voice sank: "...Okay."

His eyebrows drooped slightly, a strong sense of loss swept over his body, and he said stiffly: "I'll go right away."

"That's right."

Chen Shuang turned around, called the slightly decadent elf, and nodded at him: "Thank you for waiting for me here."

The elf paused slightly, turned around and looked at her deeply, his expression didn't change much, but when he turned and left, he seemed obviously much more relaxed.

“It should be.”

He replied from a distance.

*

As soon as I stepped into the temple, the system sounded a prompt.

Dark Valley Dwarf

[A natural born master of forging.]

A race whose heritage is imprinted with strength, acumen, and trustworthiness, they excel at repaying kindness with kindness and responding to injustice with force. Please do not provoke these seemingly lovable villains unless you want to be shattered by a forging hammer.

[Congratulations, Power +1]

Current forces:

Magic Ant Army——Colorful Magic Ants

Fallen Angel——Fei

Dark Dragon - Supmir

Mire Giant—Only the Gods

Ordinary humans - exiles

Dark Elves - The Remnants of the Gods

Divine Seal Lich——Favoured by the Old Gods

Dark Valley Dwarf - Immortal Rock]

Congratulations, you have +7 people.

Current citizens:

[Dark Dependent: Xiaohong]

[Fallen Angel Fei]

[Dark Dragon Lilitan]

[Swamp Giant - Little Mud]

[Lake-dwelling mermaid, Jialan]

[Dark Elf·I? ?]

[Divine Seal Lich Maomao]

[Dark Valley Dwarf Rock]

[Congratulations, your faction's stability value has increased by +500]

"One, two, pull! One, two, pull!"

Chen Shuang had just walked around the palace and arrived at the back when she heard neat slogans. Looking forward, she saw a strange furnace suddenly appear in the distance.

The scene before my eyes was bustling with activity.

The dwarves chanted short slogans, rolled up their sleeves, and wielded their massive hammers, hammering away at the hard material. Several androids followed obediently behind them, nodding occasionally. The leading android even took out a pen and paper to write down the dwarves' words, his expression enchanted, as if he had found a treasure.

Chen Shuang's eyes moved, lingering for a moment at the first two workshops, and finally turned to the newly appeared third workshop.

It still has flat white walls, and even the size is exactly the same as the previous two workshops.

"It's the High Priest!"

A dwarf said in surprise.

As if a switch was triggered, all the dwarfs instantly paused their work. After a while, a group of little yellow ducks ran towards Chen Shuang with a "da da da" sound.

The dwarf lady in the lead had bloodshot eyes, but she looked incredibly excited. "Master Priest, we've made something similar to that exquisite workshop."

"However, because the craftsmanship is not yet sophisticated enough, we cannot fully restore it. We can only create an 80% replica."

The dwarf lady lowered her head slightly, feeling ashamed that it took her so long to create a workshop that was only 80% complete.

How long has it been?

Chen Shuang glanced at the huge third workshop and was slightly surprised by the dwarfs' work efficiency.

Walking into the third workshop, there are similar equipment as in the previous two workshops, arranged neatly inside the workshop. The magic pipes connected to the magic pool have also been made by the dwarves, and some parts have even been optimized.

They've only been here for a day? Half a day?

Chen Shuang: "Didn't you guys take any rest after coming here?"

The dwarf lady looked at every corner of the place excitedly, as if she were looking at a priceless treasure. She said loudly, "Research requires no rest. This is the spirit of the forger!"

The dwarfs behind him shouted, "Rock, strive! Rock, struggle!"

Chen Shuang: “…hiss.”

Workaholics are terrible.

This fighting spirit of fighting to the death is daunting.

No wonder dwarves are all masters of forging. In addition to their top talents, perseverance and seriousness also play a positive role.

Several androids were still standing in the workshop, operating the machines at the dwarf's command. Magical power poured into the machine through the pipes, and then there was a shaking motion, and a brown stone suddenly spit out from the outlet.

"Is it construction material?"

Chen Shuang picked up the stone. It felt warm to the touch, had a slightly hard texture, and seemed to have a strange fragrance.

"Not really," the dwarf lady shook her head.

She picked up a stone and took a bite under Shen Shuang's surprised gaze, making a crunching sound.

The dwarf lady chewed vaguely. "It's actually food, but it looks a little weird."

She continued chewing. "Would you like a bite too?"

"No thanks."

Shen Shuang smiled politely.

Thanks for the invitation, I have no plans to eat stones for the time being.

She glanced at the machine that was still spitting out brown stones, and finally understood where the dwarf's 80% difference came from.

From then on, when it was time for dinner, everyone would huddle in a small corner, take out their own stones and start gnawing on them. If they were not full, they would continue gnawing on the second piece until they filled their stomachs with stones.

Chen Shuang: Why do I suddenly feel so sad?

After visiting the dwarf's research results, Chen Shuang left the workshop and came to the edge of the fish pond.

The leaders of the temple have also arrived one after another, and all living beings are standing by the fish pond, waiting quietly.

Chen Shuang briefly explained the whole story and concluded, "That's it. The southern volcano is about to erupt, and I'm going to the extremely cold snowfield."

"I'll go with you," the angel spoke first.

A faint voice sounded in the corner: "No, angels' wings cannot get wet."

The elf said, "I don't have wings, but I can go."

The voice continued, "No, the elf's body can't withstand the cold."

Xiaohong hissed twice.

The voice paused: "Too weak, you will freeze to death."

Several pairs of eyes immediately fixed on the lich who was constantly sabotaging things. Maomao shrank back in fear and stumbled over his words, "Everything I said is true."

The old lich drawled, "I was frozen once while dormant."

He was frozen in the ice until some of the cold air migrated and the ice that froze him melted. Only then did the unfortunate lich float onto the land with the ice floe.

The lich shuddered slightly as he recalled the painful experience before he was liberated.

He introduced: "It's not a pure snowfield there."

The extremely cold snowfield is not land, but a huge frozen water surface. However, due to the frequent heavy snowfall, the ice is covered with snow, making it difficult to tell whether it is land or water.

The lich said sternly, "If you take a wrong step, you will fall into the icy water and freeze to death from hypothermia."

"I see."

Chen Shuang listened to the lich's explanation and gained a preliminary understanding of the snowfield.

It shouldn't be called a snowfield, it should be called an icefield, or extremely cold water.

Wait, water?

The mermaid who had been soaking in the fish pond raised her hand: "Um, can I say a few words?"

“That’s my hometown.”

His expression was a little conflicted, but he still said to Chen Shuang: "If you must go, it would be best to take me with you."

Lake-dwelling mermaid.

It turns out that they live in a lake in the extremely cold snowfield.