"Look! That's the Fordragon settlement up ahead!" Monica pointed ahead. "It's one of the largest mixed settlements in the North. Intelligence, supplies, trouble... everything is there."
These geographical features of the North were collected by Monica at the Redbeard Clan's headquarters.
As an appraiser, these are her basic qualities.
As the distance got closer, the "style" of the city gradually became clearer.
There are no city walls, and buildings of various styles and materials are piled together randomly, as if a huge garbage dump was blown together by a blizzard.
Stone houses, igloos, animal-skin tents, crooked wooden sheds… spread out in a disorderly manner.
Even from a long distance away, you can seem to smell the complex scent drifting in the wind.
There was the burnt aroma of barbecued meat, the pungent smell of livestock, the pungent smell of cheap alcohol, and the faint... well, some kind of unpleasant smell of corruption.
The noise became clearer and clearer, with the sounds of hawking in various languages, quarreling, laughing, and tools banging mixed together, forming a chaotic yet lively and strange background sound.
"Okay." Mark sighed and adjusted his fur hat, which had been blown askew by the wind. "Finally, I have a place to stay. I hope the trouble here will be more interesting than the bandits."
The team drove the reindeer, with weathered clothes and the meager spoils they had just looted, and walked slowly towards the chaotic and lively ice settlement.
The real adventure in the north seems to have just begun.
"Wow, this place... looks really random."
Enzo stretched his neck to look and couldn't help but complain.
Indeed, the place before us, called "Fortagan Settlement", has little to do with the word "city".
There are no city walls, no plans, and just a variety of crudely built houses.
The narrow streets were muddy, mixed with half-melted snow, feces of some unknown creatures, and dumped kitchen waste, emitting a complex smell that was strong and pungent, enough to make Anna, who had a keen sense of smell, frown repeatedly.
People of various ethnic groups shuttled through it.
There are sturdy dwarves wrapped in thick fur.
There are humans with pale skin, tall and thin bodies, and the cold temperament unique to the ice field.
Occasionally, you can see a few ice elves wrapped tightly, with only their deep eyes showing.
There are even some sub-human races with strange looks that even Mark can't name.
The noisy hawking, quarreling, and banging of tools mixed with the howling of the cold wind formed a vibrant symphony unique to the ice field.
"Okay, we've arrived at our target location. Be smart, we're here to gather information, not to cause trouble. Enzo, remember to control your temper."
Mark patted the reindeer's neck and led the way, riding his mount into the chaotic area.
However, as soon as they entered the main street of the market (if the muddy path crowded with stalls and pedestrians could be called a street), they were instantly targeted like a few pieces of fresh meat falling into a den of hungry wolves.
"Friends who have come from afar! You look exhausted, no doubt having endured the test of the Frost God! Come to our Frost Temple for a cup of hot wine. The goddess will protect you on your journey!"
A human man wearing an old blue robe and with a red nose from the cold immediately came up with a flattering smile on his face, almost trying to pull Enzo off the reindeer.
On the other side, a burly man with a scar on his face suddenly blocked Anna's reindeer and shouted like thunder:
"Woman, on the ice plain, only strength is eternal! Join our Battle Blood Sect and gain the courage to tear your enemies apart! Otherwise... humph, this ice plain will never be peaceful!"
He shook the ferocious bone hammer hanging on his waist in a demonstrative manner.
Anna frowned and was about to raise her hand towards the burly man, but the burly man was so frightened that he pulled a tall frost troll in front of him and slipped into the animal skin tent beside him.
He just wants to win over believers, but he doesn't want to die!
The team here hasn't even had time to react.
A cheap scent of powder wafted over, and a woman wearing a thin leather skirt, with a hot body and strange purple lines on the corners of her eyes, twisted her waist and leaned towards Mark, her voice so sweet that it was sickening:
"Brother~ You look like a powerful warrior~ Would you like to relax in our Secret Palace of Pleasure? I promise you will experience the ultimate... warmth~"
Her fingers were almost touching Mark's cheek.
Mark leaned back subconsciously, the cross necklace on his chest became slightly warm, and a trace of pure holy light naturally flowed out, dispelling the unpleasant smell of incense powder.
The woman froze instantly, the charming smile on her face froze, and turned into a look of doubt and uncertainty, as if she had touched a hot potato, and she stepped back repeatedly:
"Holy...holy light? Bad luck!"
She spat, turned around quickly and disappeared into the crowd.
Almost at the same time, the Frost believer who invited them to drink hot wine and some people who came up at the same time seemed to smell something terrible at the same time. Their faces changed drastically, and they all took a few steps back, staring at Mark with vigilance and disgust.
"Damn Holy Light kid!"
"Tsk, it turns out the church dog has reached the glacier!"
These people cursed under their breath, immediately lost all their enthusiasm for "missionary work", turned around and left, as if they would be infected with the plague if they stayed for another second.
mark:"……"
He touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.
It seems that the reputation of the Holy Light Church in the North...
Well, pretty loud.
As a fake priest, he suffered an unexpected disaster.
However, just because someone leaves doesn't mean everyone will retreat.
Shortly after the guys who first surrounded him to preach were scared away by the holy light on Mark.
Several other groups of people seemed to have discovered the New World almost at the same time.
A group of people wore dark purple cloaks with dark star and moon patterns, and their temperament was mysterious and cold.
Their eyes were fixed precisely on Anna and Monica, and when they sensed the aura on them that had become more friendly to the shadows after undergoing extreme transformation, the eyes of the old man in the lead burst into surprise.
"Ladies!" He stepped forward quickly, his tone filled with suppressed excitement. "Such pure shadow affinity... the stars and the dark moon are twinkling for your arrival! Please ignore those vulgar interruptions and be sure to visit our Star-Moon Church for a while! We have many common topics to discuss!"
His attitude was almost pious, and he made an invitation gesture without saying anything. The other two Star and Moon believers had already taken the initiative to step forward and enthusiastically wanted to help Anna and Monica with the reins of the reins.
The other group was more direct. They wore pitch-black robes and exuded a faint, heavy aura... Unsurprisingly, these people came from the Dark Church.
They walked straight towards Enzo, and the burly man in the lead even patted Enzo's strong arm excitedly.
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