Chapter 433 Devil Wind

Anyway, the time for the opening of the immortal tomb has not yet come, but there is a slow opening trend, and there is no rush for this time. Lin Lang simply agreed.

As for the devil wind...

The old hunter briefly told Lin Lang on the way that the devil wind is a unique geographical wonder here, just like a desert storm, but it is more powerful, and even some trees with shallower roots will blow through it. stand up.

It can even be called a tornado, but the former is an indiscriminate sweep, while the latter is just the path of a tornado.

"If only these are the only ones, it can only be called a snowstorm, but our place is completely different. It is said that there is a passage between the underworld and the underworld hidden in the devil's wind, which was set off by the legendary wind spirit Harpy. , to reap the excess life in the yang world for Hades.”

Speaking of this, the old hunter couldn't help shivering.

Because he knows very well that there is really a devil in the devil's wind! Throughout the ages, no less than a thousand people have died in villages and towns. This number has been scattered among the generations, and almost every generation has dozens of people who died in the devil's wind. For a village, this is definitely an astronomical figure.

As long as the devil wind blows, no one can come out alive! This is probably why the snowstorm here is dubbed the origin of the evil name of the devil wind.

"March and April are the periods when the devil's wind appears most frequently. As long as you go out and encounter it, you will definitely die. Fortunately, that season is over now, otherwise I don't have the courage to go out to hunt. In winter, the devil's wind basically won't be triggered. of."

The old hunter was very convinced of this.

The sky was hazy and hazy, and it was always in a moment of half darkness and half light. The sky was low, as if the next moment would be dawn.

In the distance due to the north, there seems to be a rainbow, like a bridge to the sky, spanning thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, without knowing where it started or where it will end. The sky a little closer is filled with colorful aurora, covering the whole world, and there is already a kind of polar scenery before picking up the North Pole, which is very charming.

This may be the only place worthy of intoxication and nostalgia on this icy snow field. After seeing it, I believe that I will never forget it in my life.

The old hunter took it for granted, and said carelessly: "What is this? It's just the most common polar scenery. You can basically see it four or five times a month and thirty days." The old hunter didn't take it seriously: "We have more beautiful scenery here At that time, it was called a fairy appearance, and I entered it with my own eyes."

Speaking of this, the old hunter simply opened up the chatterbox and introduced Lin Lang's customs and customs: "It is the most interesting thing for the fairies to appear on the scene. In the sky, you can see a few fairies in the mist coming out of the bath, with their shoulders bare in the water. Playful, so clear, you can reach out and touch it like facing a mirror."

"It is said that the place where the fairies live is called Fairy Lake. It is located deep in the glacier. A few Yankees explored and passed by there and took pictures. Of course, this is just a rumor. No one can tell if it is true or not."

"It's just that the fly in the ointment is that I can't see the face of the fairy clearly, let alone the part below the shoulders, but I can be sure that someone with such snow-white skin will not be ugly. Well, I recognize even ugly girls." The old hunter sighed repeatedly.

"Oh? Is there such a thing as interesting?"

Lin Lang became interested. This kind of scene similar to taking photos of time is only qualified for some powerful people with profound cultivation bases, imprinting their own experiences in the long river of time.

Because time cannot erase their strength. In addition to this, there is another possibility, that is, some strange places also have similar effects, but the wonderful places that breed miracles are often accompanied by unimaginable opportunities.

"What is this? Fairies are hard to see, but they are not impossible to see. The probability of them appearing is about the same as the rainbow after the rain outside. The real once-in-a-hundred-year scene is much more exciting than this. That vision is called Tianwai Feixian. It can only appear once in a hundred years."

"I haven't even seen it." The old hunter shook his head: "These are all legends passed down from generation to generation by my ancestors. Some people may have seen them before, and they are probably true."

The two chatted like this while walking forward. On the way, Lin Lang took the opportunity to ask the old hunter about many local customs and legends. The village where the old hunter lives is called Bellok. There are about a hundred families in the village, with a population of nearly three hundred. Their ancestors have lived in this ice sheet for generations, and they have lived on hunting for generations.

On weekdays, every household would store enough dried meat, and the surplus would be exchanged for food in small towns hundreds of miles away.

The smoke is faint, the lights are faint like stars, and a village with a square pattern is vaguely visible. Lin Lang and Lin Lang crossed a large snow-capped mountain, and they arrived at Belloc Village.

Looking down from the heights, the Daxue Mountain with an altitude of nearly 1,000 meters looks down. There are actually other human villages near Belloc Village. One of them is even larger than Belloc Village, which can be called a small town. .

"Over there is the town of Mole, which is more than 30 miles away from our village. They are usually similar to us, and they hunt for a living." The old hunter glanced at the small village in the distance, and continued: "It is said that the town is said to have It's very evil, and the folk customs are also very tough, and people are often killed. In the past, several villagers used to do business and never came back. Later, their family members went to find it, but it was of no avail."

The old hunter spread his hands helplessly. Although this is still in Siberia, it is the northernmost region. It is a completely unintentional area. Occasionally, someone dies. The local police station also turns a blind eye.

Who can tell whether they died at the hands of humans or were devoured by ferocious wolves, not even a single corpse was found.

"Moore Town?" Lin Lang murmured, his collar unbuttoned.

His jacket fluttered in the north wind. When he looked in the direction of Moore Town, he always had an indescribable feeling, and it couldn't be said to be resistance. In short, it just made him look a little awkward.

This feeling is really indescribable.

"got windy."

Lin Lang raised his hand lightly, a gust of wind slipped away from his fingers, and the snow fluttered around him. He gently pinched a snowflake, which was melted into water by the temperature of his fingertips, just like the layout of Namor Town, showing the shape of six petals.

If you look carefully, Belloc Village is actually almost in the shape of a snowflake, just a four-petal snowflake. "It seems that the devil wind ravages the entire ice field, but these villages are often unscathed. This is definitely not a coincidence."

Lin Lang's eyes flickered.

At this moment, the old hunter was hit by a sudden gust of wind, and got up covered in snow. "His grandma, this wind is really crazy. It almost brought me to the bottom of the cliff."

"The strength of this wind is almost as strong as the devil's wind, and it can blow people away. Fortunately, most of the devil's wind appears in spring, and now this season basically there will be no devil's wind..." The old hunter spat, Looking up, his face suddenly changed.

"This, this, this... this is..."

The north wind roared, and the sound became louder and louder, as if a giant beast in the raging waves roared in the ear, deafening.

"It's really a devil wind!"

The old hunter was wrapped in warm cotton clothes from top to bottom, but at the moment it was cold from head to toe. Because in front of him, a snow curtain nearly ten miles wide was coming towards him, covering the sky and the sun, mixed with howling winds, sand, stones and leaves, forming piercing whistling sounds, as if there were countless devils whispering.

Devil wind!

There is no one of the most terrifying natural disasters on the ice sheet!

It's over!

The old hunter went limp in an instant, with despair in his eyes everywhere. No one can resist the power of the devil's wind. Even if he is lucky enough not to be killed by the fall, he will be buried deep in the snow when the wind stops. There is no chance of survival.

"The force of this wind is terror."

Lin Lang also frowned. The devil wind in front of him could at least catch up with the tenth typhoon. He really couldn't figure out why these villages and towns were safe and sound under the devil wind that ravaged more than ten times every year.

But at this time, it is no longer the time to think about these things. The devil's wind has already struck with an extremely terrifying thrust. The old hunter only felt the violent wind, and the soft snowflakes were like sharp blades at this moment, cutting his skin inch by inch.

Suddenly, the wind stopped.

All the influences were resisted by a layer of faint light film, Lin Lang and the old hunter were wrapped in it, no matter how the devil wind raged outside, the two people inside were as safe as a mountain.

On the wind-ravaged snow field, the mask is definitely the only pure land, which is completely incompatible with the violent air outside.

"The god of winter has appeared again."

The old hunter bowed his head and treated Lin Lang, the only life-saving straw, as a god. In his cognition, only the winter god in myths and legends can achieve this level.

Although it is very clear that Lin Lang is not the winter god Uriel, but this is the most appropriate adjective in his memory. After five or seven or eight minutes, the devil wind completely passed through this area.

for a long time.

The wind finally stopped.

Lin Lang stood with his hands behind his back, and the light film around him gradually dissipated from the highest point. The old hunter suddenly felt like he was going to survive a catastrophe, and he collapsed on the ground, unable to get up again.

The surrounding area was in a mess, small pieces of broken ice like grinding discs, snow mounds formed by a large amount of snow, and the tall trees that were originally there were nowhere to be seen.

After the storm, the surrounding area was almost destroyed.

At this moment, Lin Lang's eyes suddenly shrank.

"how so?"

Lin Lang looked around in a daze.

Before the devil wind came, he was still standing on the top of the snow mountain overlooking the ten thousand li ice field, but at this moment, there was a plain in front of him, the smog in front of him, and the embryonic form of a village and town could be seen faintly. It is no longer the original standing position.

Obviously standing in the mask without moving, but when he turned his head and looked up, there was a big snow mountain where the two of them were standing in the far distance!

Before they knew it, the raging wind had already moved the two of them to the ice field ten miles away!