The bitter cold wind is like a knife!

Sauron had to put on his cloak and cover himself with his whole body. This year's north is colder than in the past. I don't know if it only lasted this year's winter. Anyway, in my memory, he was not as cold as he was now when he went to the Ice and Snow Country. The heavy snow had basically stopped, but the melting speed of the ice and snow melted very slowly, and there were almost no traces of melting. It began to freeze on all sides, and some ice layers on the rivers could be passed by.

It's only the end of September, and there are still five or six days left before October.

The beasts in the Ice Field began to come out to feed, because of the cold climate, the wolves began to migrate. Soren encountered many monsters along the way, but they all sneaked away from them. From a distance, they saw the mountain in front of them, but when they walked, they found that they had not arrived. Soren walked for a full half of a day before gradually approaching the range of the Ice Valley, because there were many ice crystals on the surrounding trees. The Ice Valley was the coldest place, and the climate here was a bit special and had not changed for hundreds of years.

Traces of the carriage were revealed in the wind and snow. Soren stopped and observed for a while, and found that a convoy should have passed by in front.

"Who will go to the Ice and Snow Country in the winter?"

Soren pushed the snow layer away and looked at the traces of the wheels. The car should have been specially renovated and widened the stress area, but it has not been transformed into a sled style. It doesn't look like people coming from the south, but they should be from port cities in the central region. The convoy has a relatively large number of people, and Soren is estimated to have a size of at least thirty or forty people.

"There shouldn't be a caravan coming here at this time, right?" Soren looked ahead carefully, but did not find their figures. It was probably what happened yesterday and was moving slowly in the ice field. Soren probably would have met these people before tonight. But he didn't know who was walking north when it was so cold. There were traces of bonfires nearby, and some foods that had eaten were thrown directly on the roadside. Soren frowned at the debris in front of him. Because he felt that the caravan was not in front of him.

The ice on the road is getting thicker and thicker.

When the sky gradually became dark, Sauron finally saw a group of people in front of him, which were three modified carriages.

The pack beast is a yak with heavy fur. It looks snow-white all over and has only a single horn on its head. These yaks squatted around the periphery and blocked the cold wind at the leeward. In front of them is a team of experienced masters. They have obviously been to the ice field and know how to make themselves more comfortable, just like people in the desert know how to use camel circles to block the wind and sand. The pack beasts after being tamed are very docile. Soren did not see the traces of the caravan guards, nor did he see many mounts. The people in front of him are not merchants.

"who!?"

A short figure jumped out and looked here with his eyes narrowed. Soren saw a green goblin, but it was a little different from the goblins he had seen before. Its expression seemed richer, and his face was covered with strange oil paint, which looked like a big glossy face. It seemed like a clown. With the goblins shouting, more than a dozen people stood up near the carriage, and almost all kinds of races, and even pretty elves stood beside the burly orcs.

"circus?"

Sauron frowned slightly, walked over slowly, and smiled and said, "A passing traveler, seeing you here, come and ask for a sip of hot soup."

The green goblin looked him up and down, then showed a funny smile and waved, "Come here. We've just been camping."

A lone adventurer.

It doesn't seem to be much danger, at least it can't threaten such a large convoy.

Sauron slowly approached. His expression did not completely relax. He looked around and asked, "Circus? Are you planning to perform in the Ice and Snow Country?"

Three big cars.

Two of them were loaded with a lot of miscellaneous items, many of which were performed tools, and one was not very clear, which looked quite gorgeously decorated from the outside.

"Of course." A beautiful elf stood up, her skin looked very delicate, and seemed to have a bit of the blood of a grassland elf. She was wearing a delicate skirt, which looked a bit like a lady dress performing dances, but the collar was quite wide, revealing a white breast. There was a fork on the side of the skirt, and there should be buttons in it. If it was unbuttoned, it would reveal her white thighs. She tilted her head and looked at Soren, feeling that he didn't look like a bad guy, and complained casually: "If it weren't for a performance, who would have come to this cold and terrifying place!"

Soren narrowed his eyes slightly, not because of the other person's beauty, nor because of the whiteness on his chest, but because of the clothes on her body.

In such a cold weather, she still wears so little. Although it is cold, it looks quite normal.

She should be an advanced professional!

Don’t underestimate the performers in this world, because many of them are part-time minstrels, especially such circuses, opera troupes and performance troupes. The number of professionals in them may reach half and most of them are not valuable. These professionals are like stars of their previous lives and can be welcomed everywhere. A formal performance may be more profitable than an adventurer’s desperate struggle. Just like the green goblin just now, it should be a special professional clown dancer who has advanced from a minstrel, so it is possible to discover Sauron so quickly.

The distance has been closer.

Sauron saw an emblem with a graceful shadow on it, with barriers on all sides and colorful veils. He looked at the people in surprise and wondered: "Phantom Circus?"

"Huh?" The elf girl looked at him with a smile and said, "Have you heard of us?"

"I've heard of it." Sauron nodded and said slowly: "You are very famous in Port Artur, and it is said that there are some very special and exciting performances."

The elf girl giggled and looked at him playfully and said, "Not everyone is qualified to watch those performances!"

Sauron shrugged slightly, and actually had no expectations for those performances.

"Come here."

The green goblin reached out and signaled him to be by the campfire. It looked completely different from the goblins in the wilderness. It should be the goblin tribe close to the gravel port. The goblins there were once servants of the great arcane masters. They still retained part of the inheritance after the destruction of the Arcane Empire. Their skin was lighter than other goblins and had no sense of identification with the goblins in the wild. Their attitude towards wild goblins is just like Africans treating the cannibal tribe. They will never show mercy when it comes to killing!

"My name is Tongban. It's a clown." The goblin showed a funny smile and raised the food in his hand and said, "Do you want to try it? BBQ Ice Frog! The good things that can only be eaten here taste much better than other bullfrogs!"

Ice frog?

Sauron glanced at the food in his hand and frowned, "This seems to be poisonous, right? It will cause diarrhea after eating it!"

"It's okay." Tongban shrugged indifferently and said, "Gomin dares to eat anything."

"Copperban likes to eat frogs and is not afraid of being poisoned!"

By the bonfire.

A group of people sat around, including orcs, dwarves, elves, humans, etc., with more than twenty, of which women accounted for nearly half. Soren glanced and found that most of them were advanced professions, among which the proportion of minstrels was very high. The Phantom Circus is an organization active near the port, so naturally the members would not be the only one in front of them. They should be just a part of them. Except for the two people who were talking, the others were very cold towards Soren, and were just busy with their own affairs.

There was a human girl wearing a doll mask with dozens of flying knives inserted around her waist, and from time to time, she looked at him with a rather provocative look.

The elf girl should be one of the people in charge, if the woman who did not show up in the carriage was not.

"What's your name? How could you come to this cold place alone?" The elf girl walked over and sat down next to Sauron. There was a special fragrance on her body. Sauron was familiar with this smell, and the priest who was in charge of the goddess ** often had it.

Sauron smiled and looked at her and said, "Soron, a lone adventurer, wants to go to the Ice and Snow Country."

“Where is your destination?”

The elf girl glanced at his scimitar and smiled and said, "Go to Arendelle, their eldest prince has ascended the throne. The court manager invited us to perform."

Both sides are tentatively communicating.

The others didn't seem to care much, but their attention was actually on Sauron, after all, he was a stranger.

“Arendell?”

Sauron's expression was a little surprised, then he seemed to remember something and said, "That place seems a bit special. Have you heard of anything before you go?"

The elf girl smiled sly and said to herself: "What have you heard of? We haven't heard of anything!"

"Have you heard something?"

Sauron looked at her, shrugged gently, and said, "Didn't there be legends that the incarnation of the Ice and Snow Goddess arrived there?"

The elf girl blinked and smiled and said, "Is that so? Then I have never seen the incarnation of a god!"

A crisp sound of bells sounded in the carriage.

The elf girl paused, then quickly got up and walked over. The curtain was very thick and she could not see anything outside.

After a while.

The elf girl walked out again and looked at the others and said, "The leader said that you can rest well and try to get out of the Ice Valley tomorrow morning. By the way, your name is Sauron, right? You can also camp here. If you don't bring anything, I'll ask them to prepare one for you."

Sauron smiled and shook his head to say no.

As the woman in the carriage spoke, the others were slightly better at him.

A group of people began to be busy, and Sauron also made a brief arrangement. The cold wind outside was still very strong, and the bonfire would dim from time to time. The human girl in a mask was guarding the bonfire. By the gorgeous carriage, Sauron took a look and seemed to notice some special wet marks, because the weather was cold and had already formed a thin layer of ice.

The trace is a bit like a snake left behind!
Chapter completed!