Chapter 387 Noble Black, Son of the Pale
"Let me go, stupid Tiger Grass Dragon!"
A crisp voice, short gray hair, and a childish look on his face that has not faded.
In such cold weather, she is wearing red clothes that are not very well made.
There is something like a savage in the Viking Age.
People born in the Land of Mist have an innate ability to cope with the cold.
But even the aborigines would turn red from the cold after wearing so little.
Toss is facing death. The cold winter has made it almost impossible for him to survive.
In order to exchange for enough food to survive this winter, he had to cross the ice wall and come to Shield Mountain to search for rare ores.
The hard ice surface did not break out the ore, but instead awakened the Tiger Grass Dragon's appetite.
"This season's Tiger Grass Dragon was supposed to be digesting the corpses of the previous batch of adventurers. How could it suddenly wake up?"
Toss's thoughts turned around, but he didn't care about that much.
Those terrifying tentacles that can strangle a young ice elephant have wrapped around his body.
Death is like the uncle next door knocking on the door with enthusiasm.
"dying."
In his special gray eyes, he seemed to see someone walking down Shield Mountain.
How can this be.
Even the bravest person would not choose to walk to the other side of the mountain during this period.
The suffocation left him no time to think too much.
The death bell rings.
The huge mouth with sharp teeth and the four-petal heart-shaped tongue were already enlarged in front of my eyes.
Toss lowered his struggling arms feebly.
"Do you need help?" The other person spoke in a language he didn't quite understand.
Butos instinctively asked for help.
"help me."
"Sounds like the ancient Mist Kingdom language recorded in Asgard."
The other person muttered to himself, and Toss really wanted to curse.
In his last moments as he was about to die, he saw the light dispelling the frozen fire.
The warmth was almost warmer than the fire that thrived in the noble black family hearth.
Toss closed his eyes.
John was holding this little man who was 1.5 meters tall in his hand.
The piranhas burned behind him.
“There’s also an unexpected bonus.”
From the melting snow, John glimpsed a golden ore.
Picking up the ice ax carried by the natives, he knocked the thing off.
"With the effect of suppressing magic, I remember that Hagrid seemed to have obtained one. Sometimes I really wonder if Hagrid also has a rainbow bridge."
As the Witch King's largest supplier, Hagrid is always able to get strange things from strange places.
However, it may also be due to the special attributes of being the center of the nine kingdoms where the atrium is located, and the same type of ore may be born.
Take this piece of impurity-laden Dimo gold ore.
This interference with magic power is not as effective as a drop of Furui's blood.
"With white hair, gray eyes, and snow-like skin, he seems to be a resident of the Kingdom of Mist."
John checked the boy's features and tapped his wand on the boy's head.
“Enervate”
Toss took a sharp breath and sat up.
The suffocation made him greedily breathe the pungent air.
"Am I dead?"
"Alive for now."
After gasping for air, he finally noticed the scene in front of him.
Hearing the same language as his own, he looked in shock. John was weighing the piece of Demo Gold.
"My Dimokin!"
As soon as Toss saw the piece, he hurriedly wanted to get it.
John grabbed Di Mojin and hit his head on the pale forehead with his backhand.
Toss rolled over, his head buzzing.
"You should thank me for saving you, instead of taking my things."
In front of Toth, John put the Demokin in his pocket.
Toss held his head and gasped.
He felt like he was hit in the head by a white dragon on the ice sheet.
"Are you a guard? Or from the goddess's side?" He noticed John's black hair and fear appeared on his face.
Staring in an attempt to make himself look less weak.
Not much of a deterrent.
John touched his chin and thought about what the other party said. It seems that there are two forces here?
Afterwards, John learned about the Kingdom of Mist from Toss.
This is a small town because Niflheim is in the middle of winter.
So the whole town shut down.
The highest authority here belongs to the person named 'Noble Black', whose biggest feature is his black hair that is different from ordinary people.
This is a symbol of nobility, equivalent to nobility.
That's why Toss was so surprised when he saw the color of John's hair.
Toss ran out secretly.
Great winter brings a cold winter that will last for a year or even longer, and food reserves become the greatest guarantee of survival.
Unfortunately, Toth has no food reserves.
Like most people, they spend their salary and wait for the next month.
So he took the risk and went out to look for rare and special ores during the deadly winter.
"Tiger grass dragon will choose to hibernate in the winter, and I don't know why it revived."
Toss said unwillingly: "Only the appearance of natural enemies of Tiger grass dragons or the death of a large number of similar species will cause them to end hibernation."
"Ahem." John coughed twice, suddenly feeling his throat was a little dry.
Through Toth's mouth, John learned a lot about Niflheim.
The goddess is a person with special abilities who lives in the Kingdom of Mist.
They will recruit their own followers and teach them magic or other special abilities to serve themselves.
Some goddesses will not conflict with ordinary people, but others will hate those who disturb their lives.
The Kingdom of Mist also has distinct classes.
Sure enough, no matter where you go, you can't escape the dominance of the majority by the few.
Niflheim is adjacent to two countries.
They are Muspelheim and Helheim respectively.
One is the place of the giant of fire, and the other is the kingdom of death.
Niflheim, caught in the middle, becomes such a special place.
There are more things that even a small resident of Toss doesn’t know.
As they talked, they arrived in the town.
There is a gap under the ice wall, and the main gate guarded by guards is closed due to the arrival of winter.
They can only enter from here.
John stared at the gap, which was not much bigger than a dog hole, and fell into thought.
The majestic Witch King comes to dig into the dog hole?
"It's better to go back before those dragons pass through the town," Toss muttered, "That thing is more terrifying than the goddess."
After saying that, Toss struggled to get through.
Back in the town, Toss shouted to the gap: "Come here quickly, you will die when the goddess or the dragon comes."
He's still quite kind.
But there was no response, and he couldn't help but feel a little angry, "Hurry up."
John stood behind him and watched him bark at the dog hole.
"I'm already in."
"Mom!"
Toss screamed in fright.
Seeing John standing behind him, he didn't understand how John got in.
But the black hair made him mutter again, "You are the noble Heiba who knows those mysterious magics."
Magic is a good thing for controlling the class, and Toss has no chance to come into contact with magic.
He thought that someone as noble as John might be a magician.
John didn't explain. He apparated in and looked at the town.
In order to prevent the intrusion of dragons and the attacks of the goddess, this place is more like a fortress.
There were no people nearby, and the disadvantages of a vast land and sparsely populated areas were once again reflected.
However, there are cold-resistant grasses here, which means it is not too bad to survive.
John won't stay here long, he would rather pursue magic and mystery, and those fates aren't bad either.
"As a reward for leading the way." John took something from his pocket.
Under Toss' expectant eyes, he took out a sandwich.
"Take it to fill your stomach."
Toss stared at the unfamiliar food, and John emphasized: "This thing is very popular at my place."
Toss looked suspicious. For a moment or two, he thought that the noble Hei in front of him would give him the piece of Demo gold ore.
It's a pity that he underestimated John's persistence in equivalent exchange.
Just leading the way, or even just along the way.
John's eyes were fixed on the black fortress. In the fortress that could defend against the dragon, there might be magic and destiny that he wanted to pursue.
Toss gritted his teeth and finally accepted the sandwich.
But he ran to John and knelt down on one knee.
Not a proposal.
Instead, he asked John to make him a war servant.
Although the noble Black possesses magic, he will also be equipped with servants dedicated to protecting him.
Too poor to survive, Toss chose to become a war servant.
John didn't refuse, but he wouldn't accept it either.
"You follow me first."
This world is just a springboard, and John won't stay long.
He noticed that the fortress was very busy, and the guests driving the horned creatures were heading there.
Toth said with a complicated expression: "They are celebrating the great winter."
The noble black celebration will bring countless pale sons of winter with no concern for the bottom.
Their food is enough to sustain a life of luxury without letting the Pale Sons get a bite of it.
John would not be filled with indignation when he saw this.
There will be such scenes in any world.
He felt that an opportunity had come to get inside.
When he swaggered to the fortress gate with Toss, the guards in cloth armor wondered where this noble black came from.
But in this place where people are identified by hair color, few people dare to pretend to be the noble black.
John just swaggered in.
Inside is a completely different level of splendor.
Unlike the black exterior, there is a luxurious scene of medieval nobility inside.
John noticed that people with escorts had magic on them.
One of them carries news about the legendary Hwagmir spring in this world.
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