Chapter 3164: Priest of the Snow Mountain

Xia De also looked at the priest who could briefly connect his soul with the snow-capped mountains with slight surprise. At this moment, on the right hand Xia De reached out, fire-red chaps spread from the back of his hand to his arm, but the dense cracks disappeared after extending to the position of his elbow.

The coldness of the snow-capped mountains was completely dissolved by the afterglow of the initial fire, and the power of the earth represented by the mountains could not shake the soul of Xia De, who had once swallowed part of the earth's origin, at all. Although Xia De did not dare to say that he was the earth, the earth was indeed a part of him.

Even the blessing power once given by the Winter God 【Winter Maiden】 appeared at this moment. The snowflakes scattered under the dark blue night sky at some unknown time danced for Xia De at this moment, and the cold wind running immediately made a terrifying whistling sound in the mountains, as if the wind and snow and the mountain range had a fierce collision.

That deafening loud noise could only be heard by the two people at this moment, and after the whistling sound appeared, Elder Harald was even more surprised to find that it seemed that after that collision, the snow-capped mountains took the initiative to accept this strange young man.

He let go of the hand he was holding with Xia De, and then was forced to exit the state of connecting with the snow-capped mountains. After retreating two steps, he dropped the long staff with his left hand and held the right hand he had just held with Xia De. There were burn marks on that hand.

The elder of the tribesmen at the foot of the snow-capped mountain looked at the young man in front of him incredibly:

"What kind of fire is this? No, I felt the power of the season... Are you from the Great Ice Sheet in the Far North? Are you from the 【Winter Chant Group】? How can your soul be so powerful?"

"Although I have had intersections with them, I am not from the ice sheet, nor am I a believer in the goddess who manages winter."

Xia De denied, and then reiterated:

"I am really here to find that magic sword. I heard the news in the city, someone was attacked on the snow-capped mountains, and then I found it."

Xia De had already proven that he was qualified to stay on the mountain, so Elder Harald did not say anything about sending Xia De down the mountain again. He hesitated for a moment:

"What you are talking about happened half a month ago. After hearing the news, I went to the attack site, but there were no clues left for tracking. Half a month is enough for all traces at that time to disappear. Young man, although I can take you to see the site again, you had better not hold too much hope."

Although it was not burned directly by the initial fire, the burn marks on his hands could not be easily eliminated. Xia De reached out and wanted to treat him, but the old man wearing a robe shook his head, took off the charm hanging on his chest and pressed it on the palm of his right hand. He was borrowing the power of this snow-capped mountain again.

Xia De then continued to say:

"Even if the traces at that time disappear, there should be other clues. The person attacked on the mountain was a famous black market potion merchant in the local area. His friend said that he had not appeared since the Year-End Festival. Today I ran to several places where he had stayed, and only came to the snow-capped mountains in the evening."

Xia De thought of the notes below the herb cabin again, where the potion merchant said he was going to find someone for help. And since he had been collecting herbs in the mountains all year round, it was impossible not to know these tribesmen at the foot of the snow-capped mountains:

"That potion merchant, wouldn't he be with you?"

"This..."

Elder Harald nodded:

"I know the person you are talking about. The level of that pharmacist is quite high, and he maintains a very good friendship with us. He is not in the village I belong to, but in other villages at the foot of the mountain, but it is not far from here.

He went to the foot of the mountain for help three days ago, and has been in a coma until now. If you are not afraid of delaying dinner time, I can take you to see him."

"Can't you cure him either?"

"We haven't found a suitable method for the time being, so we can only plan to maintain his current state first, and wait until the All Souls Festival to help him expel toxins and curses with the help of rituals. The power of the relic that hurt him is extremely terrifying. If we cannot determine what kind of relic it is and then rescue it according to its characteristics, ordinary herbs and potions will probably not have any effect."

His hand had returned to normal in the ice-blue light of the charm at this time. After bending down to pick up his long staff, he signaled Xia De to follow him down the mountain. He also had many questions to ask Xia De, this powerful outsider sorcerer. Although he had encountered people who could resist the power of the snow-capped mountains in the past, only the young man in front of him was accepted by the snow-capped mountains.

Xia De followed, and he continued to ask curiously:

"Speaking of which, Elder Harald, are you coming down from the mountain also for the magic sword?"

"No, it's for the All Souls Festival. The snow this year is really too big, so I want to take advantage of the good weather today to see the situation on the route to be taken during the All Souls Festival. Sorcerers like us have no problem walking this kind of road, but the young people in the tribe are all ordinary people."

Fatumunster people form villages with "tribes," and similar villages often belong to the same tribe, and different tribes are closely connected because of various marriage relationships.

Of course, the villages at the foot of the snow-capped mountains are different from those in the plains. Most of the villages here are built at the end of rugged mountain roads, building fortress-like outer walls in the way of "village strongholds," and the interior of the village strongholds builds different functional areas in an orderly manner because of the height of the terrain.

Elder Harald told Xia De that this is their traditional architectural style of houses. Before people from the Old Continent arrived on the island, the village strongholds were to defend against wild animals and attacks from other tribes, and after people from the Old Continent gradually migrated, it was to deal with those outsiders who tried to covet the snow-capped mountains.

In the current era, although such behavior seems to have no meaning, after all, the Principality of Lagson has issued laws to protect the rights of the Fatumunster people, but people in these snow mountain tribes believe that war will come sooner or later, and peace is the most impossible thing to last:

"I heard that on the Old Continent, two principalities have already started fighting for trade routes. I think a full-scale war will come again soon, just hoping that people on the Old Continent will not burn the flames of war to this island."

The two walked very fast on the road down the mountain, and even some unnecessary journeys were jumped directly from the mountain. But even so, by the time they arrived at the village called "Holt Village Stronghold," it was already nearly seven o'clock in the evening.

The lights in the village at the foot of the snow-capped mountains were as conspicuous as torches in the long night with snow. The gate of the village stronghold had been closed, but the old man shouted twice, and the guards on duty opened the gate.

Listening to the sound, this was not a gate composed of winches and ropes at all. It was an automated gate composed of steam power and pulley levers. These indigenous people at the foot of the snow-capped mountains did not seem to just stick to tradition.

"Where is Elder Yursa in the village? And after the Year-End Festival, is that city person who came for help still here?"

"They are all in the arena behind the village. There was some trouble in the evening."

Everyone in this village knew Elder Harald who was with Xia De, and they respected him very much.

As for that "Elder Yursa," Xia De originally thought that even if the other party did not have the level of an eleven-ring sorcerer, the level should not be too low. But when the two arrived at the arena between the village and the cliff, Xia De found that the elder of the village was only a two-ring sorcerer.

"That's right, how can high-ring sorcerers appear so easily."

The old man stood outside the arena ground surrounded by simple fences and somewhat hardened at this time, looking worriedly at the figure in the arena fighting with the air and snowflakes alone in the dark night.

Of course, there would be no street lights in the village. The lighting here was only the torches in the hands of Elder Yursa and the two young people beside him.

After the two arrived, Elder Harald and the white-haired elder of the village exchanged a few words. Xia De saw that the person in the arena had completely lost his mind, but because his IQ was not enough after losing his mind, he was trapped here by simple illusion.

The other party should be the "Potion Merchant" Xia De was looking for. His body shape was exactly the same as described by Mr. Mortis, and the strange runes that appeared on his skin when he danced wildly at this moment were consistent with the records in the medical notes he left in the basement of the herb cabin.

Xia De was not clear about the specific origin of those black runes, but he was very sure that they were not the blasphemous runes of demons:

"Is it really just a relic?"

Elder Yursa explained to the two worriedly:

"He suddenly woke up in the evening. I thought the situation had improved, but I didn't expect him to start attacking the people around him immediately after getting up. Fortunately, he could still consciously suppress his power, so he didn't cast spells, just smashed around with his fists. I plan to use illusion to let him consume some physical strength here first, and he will definitely fall into a coma again in a while.

When the time comes, feed him some calming herbs, and he should be able to be controlled next."

"I'll go see what's going on with him. You watch from the periphery and don't let him run away."

Xia De said, Elder Harald nodded to the old man in the village, and while the latter canceled the illusion, Xia De took a step forward and appeared directly in front of the "Potion Merchant" in the middle of the arena.

The merchant covered with black runes also noticed Xia De's appearance at this moment. His fist smashed toward Xia De's face immediately, but was held by Xia De.

Even if the mid-ring sorcerer was affected by the power of the relic, his pure physical strength could not compete with Xia De.

After trying a few times and finding that he could not pull his hand out of Xia De's palm, his left hand also smashed toward Xia De, but in the process of swinging his fist, a black blade shot out from the back of his left hand. However, Xia De, who was prepared, just dodged it with a side step, and then kicked the potion merchant to the ground.

"Growing a blade from the back of the hand, what is this again?"

(End of this chapter) ===== CHAPTER 3165 =====