Otherworld Starts With All Cooking Skills

Dorn: "If we light this sabbath tree, what will happen?"

Vivienne briefly recalled and thought: "The person who first lit the shamwood, what he saw and heard through the firelight, will reappear in front of us."

Donn didn't answer right away.

Instead, I went to look at the burnt sabbath tree on the ground again--

The flame burned and left rough charring traces with gullies, red-yellow and black-gray.

"If the red and yellow charring marks represent a good memory or picture. What does the black and gray represent? Painful or disturbing memories?"

Dorn speculated like this in his heart.

Look at the sabbath wood, the intricate red and black interlaced. If all of these really represent a person’s good and miserable memories...

That piece of firewood, which I don’t know how long lying in the temple, really recorded a very long story.

"Will it be Vivian the one who once lit this section of sabbath wood?"

Donn didn't know.

The thoughts of Miss, the fairy on the side, are actually similar to Don—

Was it the self who once ignited this piece of sabbath?

If so, what did you see in the flames?

The two were silent for a while.

After that, Dorn took the lead to break the silent atmosphere: "Would you like to light it up and see?"

"Yeah." Vivian nodded quickly.

Regardless of what was recorded in this section of Shahmu, as long as it is rekindled now, everything will be clear.

puff.

With magical traction, along with the activation of the [Flame Technique], a pulsating flame suddenly lit up on this section of the sabbath wood.

The flame burns bigger and bigger, and burns brighter.

There is a very good smell, like musk, which diffuses in the fine smoke and dust.

At the beginning of the burning of shim wood, the burning situation was normal. The heat wave was surging, accompanied by the sound of charcoal burning.

But slowly, a scene different from ordinary firewood igniting took place.

Above a section of yellow charring traces of Amshamia, light and shadow began to flicker in the flames.

The light and shadow in the fire gradually expanded and became clearer and clearer, since in the end it looked like a pulsating projection screen.

Moreover, from the picture in the flames, there are sounds that do not belong to the flames.

That's the sound of the wind and snow fury--

Woo woo woo.

The winter breeze mixed with snow flakes sobbed, and the sky and the earth were a vast expanse of whiteness.

In the picture, you can see the towering Qima Snow Mountain from a distance, like an upside-down jade fan.

At the foot of the snow-capped mountains, you can see dozens of people and horses.

Among them are regular knights who ride on horses and armor and are quite majestic in every move. There are also mercenaries who are scattered behind the horse, behaved more loosely, but are more well equipped.

The head of this group is an unsmiling middle-aged man with a sophisticated and solemn temperament.

The man straddled a fat white horse, holding the reins in his hand. There was wind and snow sticking to his white beard, but the man didn't care much.

He spoke in a low voice commandingly: "There is a snow mountain ahead. Get off the horse, Wen Feng."

The man's words were addressed to a boy who also straddled his horse.

The boy is about fourteen or five years old, beautiful and strong. He has neat short chestnut hair, a thick black fur robe, and a long sword with ornate decorations slung around his waist.

"Yes, father."

The boy named Wen Feng nodded respectfully, and then got off the horse skillfully.

Afterwards, he raised his head to look at the towering and unmoving Qima Snow Mountain, his expression of decisiveness became a bit shaken and confused.

At this time, Wen Feng was still a child.

"Wen Feng." The man on the horse said again in that kind of intimacy, "You are a child of the Xuelang family. Since your 14th birthday, you will go to Qima Snow Mountain alone to survive for a week. Your grandfather is In this way, I am like this, you are like this, and your son will have to be like this in the future."

"After you come back alive from Qima Snow Mountain, you can be regarded as a man from the Snow Wolf family."

"I know, father." Wen Feng nodded respectfully again, and then silently squeezed his fists, the shaken expression on his face dissipated a little.

Wait until Wen Feng's figure, as well as his black fur robe that was violently danced by the wind and snow, disappeared into the woods at the foot of the snow-capped mountains.

His father, who is also the Marquis of the Snow Wolf family, paused and coughed.

The mercenaries who were standing scattered behind the knights walked to the horse.

"Master Marquis?" The leader of this group of mercenaries is a strong man who is blind and wears a blindfold.

"Quickly follow. As I told you before, unless he is in danger of life, don't help him." The Marquis, who looked rather serious, said in a slow tone.

Then he turned his head and looked at a young knight behind him: "Peter, you go too."

"As you ordered, Lord Marquis."

The knight named Peter, quickly dismounted without any objection, and walked into the mercenary ranks.

Under the gaze of Lord Marquis, this excellent team of mercenaries also walked into the snow-filled snow forest.

Then, the picture in the firelight was filled with flying snow.

The wind kept on howling.

Woo woo woo.

...

Dorn and Vivian stared at the pulsating picture in the firelight, their expressions were a little surprised.

Judging from the image presented by the igniting of the wood, the person who ignited this piece of wood was not the Vivian herself who had previously speculated by the two.

And there is a high probability that it is the boy named Wen Feng.

That is, the one who was later called the Earl of Skinning, led the Lord by Qima Snow Mountain.

The undead, who was full of evil, pursued immortality in his later years, and was finally nailed to the sarcophagus by an unknown wandering wizard to rot and stinks. In the darkness, the undead who spent hundreds of years alone, fear, despair, and numbness.

"That Earl Wen Feng, once lit this peculiar sabbath tree in the [Concerto Forest]? How could it be him?" Dorn was still amazed.

Although from the information collected recently, Earl Wen Feng did occupy the [Concerto Forest].

In addition, after his death, the tomb was built in this relic teleportation array.

Even the sarcophagus where Wen Feng's body was placed was placed where the teleportation array would open.

"Think about what this Earl Wen Feng did. Indeed, there is an obsession with [The Concerto Forest] everywhere." Dorn thought in his heart.

But judging from folk stories, [Concerto Forest] closed and no longer opened before Wen Feng died.

Wen Feng also angered his subordinates who guarded the location of the ruins because of the incident and skinned them.

And this time, the reason why [Concerto Forest] will be opened again is probably because Vivienne has returned after an unknown number of years.

After the few thoughts in Dorn's mind flashed past, the picture in the firelight also changed.

The memory on the yellow charring trace just now has not been "played" yet.

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