Except for Mark, the combat professions of the entire team have now reached the fifth level.
Moreover, after obtaining the state of [■■Agent], Mark had a vague feeling that as long as he could sacrifice something divine in the future, he would be able to directly communicate with the "mysterious existence".
What puppeteer, Alfonso, they are no longer worth anything!
Even if we take a step back and do not go against the powerful person who is about to enter the legendary level, their team is no longer just the rookie team they used to be!
There was nothing else worth taking from the Hall of Rebirth except the real skull crown.
Without staying too long, the team quickly left this troubled place.
We returned to the cave entrance under the cliff along the low passage we came from, and the cold sea breeze mixed with rain immediately blew in our faces.
The sky was still leaden gray, and the waves were tirelessly beating against the rocks.
"Where the hell is this place?" Enzo muttered, looking around at the steep cliffs and the endless sea. "Why does it feel even more desolate than the Warcraft Mountains?"
Mark also frowned. His sense of direction was completely ineffective here. The chill and fishy smell in the air were completely different from those on the coast of the Lily Kingdom.
"If you walk along the coastline, you will always find people or landmarks." Monica's voice was still a little weak, but her professional qualities as an appraiser allowed her to remain calm.
Her wine-red eyes carefully scanned the reefs beneath her feet, the types of moss on the cliffs, the color and temperature of the sea water, and even the faint flow of magic in the air.
The team moved forward cautiously in one direction along the slippery reef.
The wind and rain seemed to have no end, the temperature was getting lower and lower, and the breath we exhaled turned into white mist.
After walking for about half a day, the scenery of the coastline began to change.
The rugged black reefs were gradually replaced by huge, mirror-smooth, dark blue ice floes.
On the distant sea, you can even see towering glaciers like mountains, emitting a heart-pounding chill under the lead-gray sky.
The air was icy cold, with a pure yet extremely life-repelling chill.
"This... this is..." Anna's pointed ears trembled slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in her dark purple pupils.
As an elf, she is most sensitive to changes in the natural environment.
This is especially true after the extreme mutation.
Monica stopped, squatted, and brushed her fingertips over a strange shell fossil embedded deep in the black sandstone.
Then I looked up at the huge glaciers in the distance that connected the sky and the earth, and the gorgeous aurora that was faintly visible on the horizon, swaying like a colorful veil.
Her expression became extremely solemn, even with a hint of disbelief.
"Permafrost drifts... the northern lights... and this 'frost-patterned stone' that can only form at extremely low temperatures..."
She muttered to herself, the identification array flashing wildly in her eyes, comparing it with the vast amount of knowledge in her mind.
After a moment, she slowly stood up, looked at Mark, and said in a dry voice: "We... may not be in the Lily Kingdom, or even in the Central Continent anymore."
She paused, and word by word, she came to a shocking conclusion:
"Combining the geological characteristics, climate, star deviation angle, and ambient magic distribution... this place should be the edge of the northern continent's Arctic ice sheet. We were teleported from the Warcraft Mountains... directly to the end of the world thousands of miles away!"
"The Far North?!" Enzo suddenly raised his voice, his eyes widening. "Fuck! Is that lousy teleportation array really that powerful?! It threw us this far?!"
Enzo was still in an extreme mutation state at the moment. When he thought of something, he felt like he was burned by a branding iron, and his tall lava body shook violently.
Then, his voice changed its tone, taking on the unique hissing sound of lava: "No! Dwarf!"
He subconsciously wanted to touch the "stubble" on his chin, which he was proud of, but now it had melted into a sparse lava flow due to the extreme mutation. Then he looked around in even greater horror.
At this moment, the tallest one caught a glimpse of a sturdy figure and a sled appearing on the other side of the ice hill from a distance.
"Ancestors! We can't let them see me in this state! There's no one like me among the dwarves!" Enzo turned around in place with a little nervousness.
Under extreme pressure and driven by the dwarf's straightforward thinking, his brain covered by high-temperature lava made a decision that could be called "genius" in a short period of time.
"Hey! I can pretend to be a rock!"
Before he finished speaking, this tall dark lava "dwarf" who was nearly three meters tall, with dark red magma flowing all over his body and firelight shining through the cracks,
Under the stunned gaze of Mark and others, he fell to the ground with a "thump" at a speed that was extremely inconsistent with his huge size!
Puff——hiss——!
When his hot body touched the cold snow and rocks, huge amounts of thick white steam rose up instantly, enveloping him completely.
Enzo curled up as best he could, trying to disguise himself as a huge, smoking... volcanic pumice stone.
It’s thousands of miles away... How can I get back?
After confirming his current environment, Mark Ben's heart sank and he took a breath of cold air. However, he was choked by the steam coming out of Enzo just before he took half of it.
Coupled with Enzo's sudden funny performance, Mark's heart was shrouded in confusion and a sense of absurdity.
“Crunch—Crunch—”
A rhythmic sound of metal rubbing against the ice, accompanied by rough horn sounds, came from behind the huge ice mound in front.
Hearing the sound of the horn, Mark realized that the people coming were most likely the dwarves who migrated to the Arctic ice field.
Mark's eyes twitched as he glanced at the "boulder" that was still emitting steam and faintly emitting a red glow. He silently moved his feet, trying to slightly block this overly conspicuous "geothermal wonder".
A small team came into their sight as they passed the ice hill.
There were five or six sleds pulled by strong animals that looked like yaks and had thick white hair.
The sleds were piled high with all kinds of animal skins, ores and frozen goods.
Driving the sleds and walking beside the team were dwarves who were only about 1.34 meters tall, but extremely sturdy and strong, with red beards as thick as bushes, wearing thick leather coats, and holding battle axes or pickaxes!
The skin of these dwarves looked rough and red due to the cold and wind, and their eyes were sharp and vigilant. They obviously discovered Mark's team, the uninvited guests, at the first moment.
The leading dwarf warrior's gaze lingered on Mark and the others for a moment, then locked sharply on... the unnatural "big rock" with billowing white smoke next to Mark.
The leading dwarf warrior suddenly raised his fist and the team stopped immediately.
He gripped the double-edged battle axe tightly and roared gruffly, his voice resounding louder in the cold wind, filled with undisguised suspicion: "Those in front! Who are you? Why are you here in the hunting grounds of our Red Beard Clan?!"
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