Whispering Poems

Chapter 3264 Miracle of Snow Mountain

"The story of fate is definitely not boring. Do you know, Stella, that the ancient god of fate, Mr. Huan, is actually also known as the 'God of Drama'. He likes to sit in the audience and watch the bizarre and interesting stories of fate between mortals. Sometimes he even plays a role himself.

The Prophet's Society is a branch of the well-known Ancient Fate Cult, but the ring wizard organization [The Tragedy Troupe] also originated from the most ancient Fate Cult. "

Miss Reinhart recounted her experiences, but in fact she was still quite bothered by the fact that she was only a "minor supporting role". Miss Larson nodded thoughtfully, secretly looking at Shad, wondering if this would be the "Mr. Huan" who would act next. Then she was frightened by her own bold idea.

The girl with beautiful platinum-blonde hair asked Xia De again:
"You learned about the three relics from the spring, right?"

"Partly. Something unexplainable happened when I first entered the spring."

"It doesn't matter. There are too many things in this world that cannot be explained. You yourself are a good example."

She smiled gently and recommended Xia De to taste the lamb stewed with cabbage. The white-haired girl looked at the scene at the table by the window and felt that this journey was really interesting. Three days ago, she could not have imagined that her teacher would be chatting and laughing with a man at the table.

After lunch, the old priest from the village who had gone to check on the purification of the spring came back. He excitedly took Shade's hand and expressed his gratitude. He even wanted to invite the three of them to stay for dinner:

"Although the spring is far from the village, ever since the accident, the villagers have to walk half an hour along the mountain road to get water from a farther place. Little Claire, you and your friends have been a great help! I think old Harald was just confused back then, otherwise he wouldn't have driven you away."

However, the three of them declined the old priest's request to stay and left the village after lunch. According to the witch, returning to the town now was the best option, but Shade thought he was fine, and the cultist had been forced to retreat once, so the probability of him bringing people to cause trouble again in the afternoon was very small, so it was no problem to continue to deal with the second pollution source:

"More importantly, I am confident that I have very good luck, especially in the snowy mountains in winter. It is not easy for the [Cult of Doom] to attack me."

"But I'm not that lucky."

The witch leading the way in front complained softly, but still led Shade and Miss Larson up the mountain.

The cat usually takes a nap after lunch. Although it can't lie on the windowsill to bask in the sun today, hiding in Shade's clothes to rest is also a good choice for it.

The cats could take a nap, but the three humans could only climb the mountain on foot, which made Shade miss the furry little creatures in the woods again. The second pollution source was located in a remote hall on the mountainside, which was already a rarely visited place on the snowy mountain. Of course, the witch had never been there when she was a child.

But she knew the history of the auditorium:

"The fire transmission route of the All Souls Festival changes every year. On the one hand, it is due to changes in the natural environment, and on the other hand, it is due to the flow of the spirits and elemental tides of the snow mountain itself. The place we are going to was the only way to climb the mountain for the All Souls Festival about fifty years ago. It was abandoned when my grandmother was still a girl."

"Miss, are there usually people who manage and maintain these abandoned small halls in the mountains?"

Miss Larson asked curiously, but the witch shook her head:

"No. Unless it is necessary, we rarely take the initiative to maintain the appearance of a certain place in the snow mountain. Everything in the snow mountain belongs to the snow mountain. After we don't use that area, the snow mountain will return it to nature. Of course, if the route is changed back again in the future, those small auditoriums scattered in the mountains can be used again with a little repair."

Shad thought of the temple ruins in the mountains that Sylvia had mentioned in the morning:

“Apart from the Fatu people’s auditorium, are there any other ruins on the Fatu Monster Snow Mountain?”

Miss Rhinehart nodded affirmatively:

"Of course there is. The history of the Snow Mountains is quite old. Even if we trace it back to an even older time, we Fatu people cannot be considered the indigenous people here."

"Did you migrate here during the Fifth Era?"

"In the late Fourth Era or early Fifth Era, the history circulated among the tribes was already very vague. Before us, there were small city-states and large towns near the Snow Mountain. Even after the Fatu people appeared, there were other people active in the Snow Mountain for a long time."

She pointed upward in a direction, and both Shad and Miss Larson looked over there.

"I remember there were even ruins of a castle from the Fifth Age there. Although most of the castle was buried in the snow, it was indeed a real castle. The tribal history said that a witch from the Fifth Age built a castle here, as if to guard something, but the castle later fell into ruin, and we don't know what happened at that time."

The three of them were fast runners, and since they could fly freely after entering the mountain, they arrived near their destination around 2:30 in the afternoon.

The stone steps and wooden boards hanging on the rock walls have all decayed or disappeared, but you can still see traces of the Fatu people's activities here. The mountain wind makes it difficult for people to stand steadily, and as they move forward step by step, the black ice crystals around them gradually increase.

The snow surface was turning black, the witch walked in front to clean up the filthy ice crystal snowmen that were coming towards them, Miss Larson was in the middle, and Shade was behind to deal with the things that climbed up from under their feet. The three of them were close to the rock wall, walking very carefully on the stone slabs inserted into the rock wall.

Suddenly, another strong wind blew, and Miss Larson screamed and fell down. Shade hurriedly grabbed the rope around his waist and looked down with Mia, who was sticking her head out of his arms. Miss Reinhardt followed suit and jumped down. A few seconds later, she flew up with her apprentice:
"Stella, be careful."

"I'm sorry miss, but this is too high."

With a pale face, she grabbed the rope around her waist that connected her to Xia De. The girl with six rings couldn't fly yet, so this road was too dangerous for her.

The auditorium was not on a gentle snow slope or in a cave, but was forcibly carved out of the side of the cliff by manpower. They walked along the cliff for a while and saw the dilapidated auditorium with the door blocked by black ice.

Shade then flew over and summoned fire to melt the ice, then shot a lightning spear to defeat the black snowman hiding behind the ice, and the witch and the white-haired apprentice followed him in. Although the pollution inside the auditorium was more serious, at least it was sheltered from the wind, and the dampness and stench of corruption were more reassuring than the previous environment.

The auditorium was not very big, about the same size as the bathroom of the Shade family. Three people standing inside seemed a bit crowded, and there was nothing inside the auditorium except stone chairs and braziers. It looked even more desolate than the gravekeeper's hut in the Tombstone Wasteland.

The black ice covered the uneven wall, through which traces of murals could be vaguely seen. Xia De originally thought that he would sense the reaction of special spirits and elements here, but there was nothing here except pollution.

So he did not waste any time, took out the Holy Grail which had become a little bigger and prepared to cast a spell, even expecting the voice of long-haired Luvia to appear again.

But this time there was no accident. As the Holy Grail entered the ground, the earthy yellow spiritual energy surged in the snowy mountains, gradually melting the black ice. When Shade took back the Holy Grail that had grown larger, there was no black ice inside the small auditorium.

After the ice and snow melted, nothing unexpected appeared on the exposed floor of the auditorium, which greatly disappointed Xia De who was expecting to find something strange:
"That's all. Speaking of which, these murals on the wall..."

He grabbed the Holy Grail and just opened his mouth, but he unexpectedly found that the abnormality around him had not disappeared. The black ice melted, and the thick earth-yellow spiritual energy that diffused around him dissipated, but a layer of ice-blue mist diffused around him at this moment.

"what is this?"

He turned to ask the witch, but found that the witch and the white-haired girl had disappeared. When he looked around again, this was no longer the small auditorium in the snow-capped cliff.

He appeared in the open air. Snow and wind blew from the front. In just a few seconds, Xia De couldn't see clearly and couldn't even stand steadily. There were snowflakes under his feet and in all directions. Mia "meowed" and hid in Xia De's arms to avoid the wind.

So Xia De raised his arms to shield his face, and then felt that he was blown by the wind mixed with snowflakes, as if he wanted to take off with the wind:

"Where is this?"

He squinted his eyes and looked forward. The source of the strong wind and snowflakes was the strong ice-blue light source in front of him that he could not see the truth of. Just seeing it, Xia De subconsciously wanted to touch it, and by the time he reacted, he had already moved forward step by step in the snow.

The cat in his arms provided him with warmth like a small stove. The wind and snowstorm became more violent as he moved forward. For some reason, Shade vaguely saw Chloe's figure in the light in front of him. He was not sure if it was an illusion, but his heart was completely burning at the moment. He struggled forward along the slightly undulating slope. There seemed to be some traces of buildings around him, but he could not distinguish them in the snowstorm with such low visibility.

When he finally came to the light and held out his hand to it——

[Stranger, you have come into contact with miracles and enlightenment. ]