Chapter 164: The first day of destiny

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Headache.

Headache as always.

But fortunately, there seemed to be a warm source of heat around me, which slightly alleviated the pain.

Ron slowly opened his eyes, and the moment he felt the pain, there was a bottle of green potion in his hand. After taking it, his condition suddenly improved a lot.

"Here is..."

He observed his surroundings.

It was still in a tent, but there were many more incomprehensible precision instruments around it.

These instruments emitted a neat red light, and the pointers invariably pointed to the dark area outside the table, and an ominous alarm sounded.

Not far away from a series of testing instruments, three unconscious figures were lying.

"It's a pity that this is a team mode, otherwise wouldn't I have won directly from the start?"

Groaning in his heart, Ron raised his stiff legs and walked to the tent exit. Outside was a snowy world, with goose-feather-like snowflakes falling from the sky, bringing the ultimate chill.

He thought for a while, took out the Tears of the Phoenix from his convenient pocket, spun it around in the air, and condensed a sparkling water mirror.

In the mirror, a gloomy young man wearing a black trench coat frowned, his face was bloodless, and his eyes were like a hunting night owl, staring closely at his prey.

This is——

Forsyth as a young man.

Looking at the younger version of the professor who seemed difficult to get along with no matter how he looked at it, Ron sighed and said:

"Professor, professor, I thought you became like this when you were growing up, but I didn't expect that you were like this when you were young..."

Nova mentioned it once.

Professor Forsythe participated in the collection of [Mount Hayesti] when he was seventeen years old.

I don't know the professor's current age, otherwise I can figure out a rough timeline.

What is certain is that the disconnection between the wizarding world and the potion plane occurred after the two came into deep contact, that is, after the expedition exploration.

As for whether there was a plane war during this period, Ron asked the local Sherlock, but unfortunately the amnesiac detective said that he did not remember.

"For a senior apprentice who is also a potion master, the potion plane is really a rare treasure. It is enough knowledge for a fourth-ring wizard to be promoted to a legend. It has not drained the entire plane, but only caused an impact. You can imagine how much potential there is here. "

Although he said that, Ron knew very well that this kind of impact would undoubtedly be a natural disaster for the indigenous residents of the potion plane.

At this time.

Several murmurs came from the tent.

Ron returned inside, and three members of the expedition team, wearing uniforms of brown uniforms and with a snowflake badge on their chests, woke up leisurely, holding their heads and wailing in varying degrees.

"Hiss——"

Rubbing her dizzy head, Scarlett opened her eyes in a daze, and saw a bottle of green magic potion sitting next to her.in front of myself.

Ron put it succinctly:

"Drink, it's for the benefit of your teammates."

"Thank you very much." Scarlett didn't worry about Ron poisoning her. She drank it and her severe headache instantly subsided. "What kind of painkiller is this? It's much more effective than the ones produced by a few pustules in the Potions Department."

"I have more good things here than you can imagine. Let's talk more about them when you have time."

It's not that Ron doesn't want to talk business now.

But if he didn't treat it uniformly, he wouldn't be able to bear the accusing looks from Renee and Desmond, so it would be better to resolve it as soon as possible.

With the relief of painkillers, the four of them gradually got rid of the pain of the projection of their deeds——

Perhaps it was the cost of implanting real existence into the gaps in history. Every projection of deeds would be quite painful. Fortunately, Ron was prepared in advance.

After her consciousness was initially in sync with the character, Renee groped her body curiously, pulled out a sharp short knife from her cuff, and wondered:

"Is it just the appearance? The items you carry are still your own, which is equivalent to applying a layer of identity?"

"It's really like this-"

The captain of the expedition team, who looked almost the same as Desmond himself, laughed, patted the canvas bag, and took out a holy silver ax in his hand:

"My little silver is here too."

"Then you are so smart. Isn't this common sense of deed projection?" With a pair of furry ears, Scarlett was not in a very beautiful mood. She preferred her original appearance.

The expedition member she plays is a black bear druid, so the human form will inevitably have some appearance features.

Listening to these useless conversations, Ron couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth and reminded:

"Now we have more important things than commenting on looks, such as...electing an interim captain and making major decisions for the team."

"I agree," Renee was the first to raise her hand in agreement, "Generally speaking, the information bit in the team is the command brain, so it is perfect for me to be the captain, right?"

"Objection."

Scarlett shook her head: "I have heard about your deeds. You led a group of senior apprentices and still couldn't catch a senior apprentice. Give up. You are not the brains of the team."

Without waiting for an angry Renee to retort, she looked at Ron and suggested:

"Although reluctantly, I think this guy can take on the responsibilities of captain."

What is this guy called? I don't have a name... Ron smiled and nodded.

Just as he was about to make a speech about his candidacy, he heard a loudspeaker exploding around him.

Desmond raised his ax high and shouted:

"I am the captain of the expedition! If I encounter an official wizard-level enemy, I will use my grandfather's project to eliminate him! And I can also share Father Frost's blessing with everyone!"

Ron: "Agreed."

Scarlett: "Second."

Renee: "I'm fine with that."

The sub-giants were unanimously elected captain.

If you are willing to share your trump card, then what else can you say? This position is for you.

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Now that the captain has been confirmed, the next step is to officially start the exploration of another world.

After asking around, the four of them had no experience in expeditions to other worlds. They could only rely on the plane exploration knowledge they had learned in advance to take corresponding actions.

--tread.

Several people walked out of the tent through the snow.

The howling cold wind hurt my face.

Such a harsh environment is enough to cause an ordinary person to quickly lose body temperature and put his body organs into hibernation mode. However, the weakest participants present are all senior apprentices. With the warmth runes on their clothing, the wind and snow are not a problem.

And in the place where the sky meets in front.

A steep snow-capped peak rising straight to the dome came into view. Looking far away, there were faint lights along the way. It was unclear whether it was a pilgrim or a town stopping on the way.

"Can I fly up?"

Desmond suddenly thought, and then looked at Scarlett who had the flying wand.

"It's best not to take risks," Scarlett declined politely. "Flying hastily in unknown areas is a very stupid thing, because you don't know what kind of laws are attached here, and the targets in the air will be very conspicuous."

The young sub-giant is confusedThen I realized:

"No wonder the prey disappeared as soon as I flew up when I was hunting. That's how it is."

Behind them, Ron and Renee looked at each other.

Well, you can't ask too much of these races who only think about eating and fighting.

Since they couldn't fly, a few people took advantage of the wind elemental magic to move forward.

They remained vigilant. Miss Xi Continent, who was in charge of reconnaissance work, took the lead and walked at the front of the team. A pair of black eyes bloomed with a subtle halo, scanning the surrounding snow to prevent unknown enemies hidden inside.

The other three, with Desmond blocking the front of the team and Scarlett standing at the back, protected Ron, their assistant and healer, in the middle to give him a solid sense of security.

With the exception of Ron, all three of them gained a hint of topical power in their roles.

In order to keep the official wizard's information secret, everyone tacitly refrained from leaking the content of the subject, although they would definitely know it later.

--call.

The biting cold wind was still howling.

It was like a giant ice and snow dragon breathing out, imposing the first test on the passers-by.

It probably took about an hour to go.

The fake [Frost Father's Sons Expedition] arrived at the first light source in the wind and snow——

A small town simply fenced with ice blocks and fences cannot even be considered a small town because it only has four or five simple houses.

But there was a bonfire placed in front of each house, burning strangely in the snow and ice, emitting unusual heat.

At the entrance of the town, there is a wooden sign with earthworm-shaped words written on it.

Looking at the crooked handwriting, Ron, who had received Sherlock's emergency training in the local language for a week, easily recognized it and whispered:

"The first hope point..."

"What did you say?" Scarlett behind her didn't seem to hear clearly. After reacting, she said in surprise, "Do you know the words here?"

Ron glanced at her unceremoniously:

"Didn't you do your homework? It's not like the Wisdom Tree doesn't provide language knowledge on the potion plane."

"Uh..."

Scarlett was a little embarrassed.

Not only her, but Renee and Desmond also didn't think of this. They were really lazy.

At this time, a young woman wrapped in some kind of fur came out of the house.

He was not surprised when he saw the group of people who suddenly arrived. Instead, he approached them with a pious expression, knelt down in front of them, and performed strange etiquette:

"Fateful travelers, you have returned to the Holy Mountain again. Let me ask you a question again. What is your choice this time?"

The three people who didn't understand the language were confused.

Communicating quickly on the spiritual channel.

"Do you want to control her?"

"Don't take action yet. We haven't figured out the rules here yet. It's very risky to take action."

"Humph, look forward and backward."

"What if?"

"They must have something to eat here, right?"

"..."

Scarlett and Renee were speechless.

The final result of the discussion was to let Ron, the only one in the team who knew the language, step forward to communicate with the other party, while the other three people were nearby to adapt accordingly.

Taking a step forward, Ron looked down at the young woman's soles without shoes and socks. There was no trace of frostbite on them. He thought and asked:

"What are our options?"

"This is your first choice."

The woman took out three white cards from her cotton-like coat and placed them on the ground one by one. Then she showed the back side with the patterns of wings, scales, sun and moon printed on it to everyone, stretched out her palm and said:

"Pick one."

Is there still a part about drawing ghost cards? I hope I'm lucky enough today... Ron scanned it with magic power and found nothing unusual.

But no exception is the biggest exception.

However, since it was the rules of the game, he decided to follow the opponent's rules first. If there was really a trap, it would not be too late to fall out.

Choose one of three.

No need to think about it at all.

Ron directly used magic power to turn over the white card on the far right.

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