Chapter 2250 Snow in Hometown

Counting from the day "Shadow Realm" returned to the Styx Temple, Joan stayed in Hell Island for another two weeks.

During these two weeks, Joan not only studied her own magic and mythological abilities, but also fulfilled the original agreement, and co-authored a paper on the "Assembly" of hags and witches with Gaina. The first draft has been completed, tentatively named "Assembly" The Mystery of .

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of 1624. On the second day of December, Joan bid farewell to his friends in the Styx Temple and left Niflheim.

Before leaving, Clark reluctantly asked Joan what his plans were for the future.

"I haven't been back to my hometown for many years. I plan to go back to Alfheim before the end of the year. I will first go to my hometown of Delin Town to pay homage to my grandfather, stay in the former residence for a while, and then go to Port Leiden. The 'Gem of Resurrection' presented by Lord Hull revived my teacher at Leiden College, Professor Robert Rawls."

Joan thought for a while, and then said to Clark: "After resurrecting Master Rawls, I may live in Leiden Harbor for a while, and return to Midgard University after the start of school in March next year to finish my Ph.D. As for studies, as for what to do next... I haven't figured it out yet."

Thinking of her own future, Qiao An couldn't help but feel confused.

However, compared with the annihilation catastrophe that Angel Boda and Zeux Kerr are planning, his personal future is insignificant. In any case, the most urgent thing at present is to improve his strength and ensure his survival before the catastrophe comes. Everything is empty talk.

"Brother Clark, what are your plans for the future?"

Joan asked the frost giant.

"I want to follow my Lord's arrangement, stay in the Styx Temple to continue my practice, reserve strength for the final decisive battle between our church and the primitive sect, do my best to regain the 'Winter Ring', and prevent the group of crazed cultists from summoning' Winter of Finbul, stop them from bringing the world of Vales back to the Ice Age!" said the frost giant with a firm face.

Joan nodded, and continued, "After I leave, Dajiao will take care of you."

Clark originally wanted to persuade him to take the Tara beast with him, so he might have a companion on the way to relieve boredom.

However, he soon realized that his little brother had a withdrawn personality and was more used to being alone. Besides, the Tara beast was a rare beast after all. Bringing it into a town populated by humans would inevitably attract attention and even attract many people. Unpredictable troubles, so I accepted Joan's arrangement and said that I would take good care of Dajiao.

"Brother Qiao An, remember to keep in touch. When I finish this stage of practice, I will go back to the south to visit you."

"Okay, brother Clark, I will also step up my practice and improve my spellcasting ability as soon as possible. Then we will go to the 'Iron Forest' together and take back the 'Winter Ring' from the 'Mother of Demonic Wolves'."

Clark nodded solemnly, and finally hugged him, waved goodbye, and watched the young mage disappear into the teleportation array.

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The winter of 1624 came very early. It snowed heavily in early December, the Delin River was condensed with frost, and the roads, farmland and villages on both sides of the river bank were completely white.

In the winter morning, the cold wind howled.

There are few people on the snow-capped wasteland, only two black horses are dragging an open carriage and galloping along the banks of the Drin River.

These two steeds are "Phantom Horses" created by magic. Their bodies seem to be condensed from smoke, giving people an unreal impression.

The horseshoes walked lightly across the snow, and the drawn carriage seemed weightless. The spinning wheels made no sound, as if they were floating against the snow surface. There were no hoof prints or ruts in the places they passed.

A lone traveler sat in the carriage, wearing a hooded cloak trimmed with silver snowflakes, holding a thick hard-shell book in his hand, and was reading intently.

A gust of wind blew snowflakes head-on, and the traveler's cloak fluttered around. This seemingly too thin coat alone was not enough to withstand the cold wind, but the young traveler didn't care, and didn't seem to feel the cold.

The blizzard became more and more violent, and the traveler's cloak and hood were lifted by a gust of north wind, revealing a fair and handsome face.

Waving the snowflakes that fell on the pages of the book, Joan sighed and stuffed the spell book back into the storage bag.

In this kind of windy and snowy weather, don't even think about reading a book, just turn your head to look at the river bank and relax your eyes.

Snow drifts on the frozen river.

The familiar scenery in front of me reminds the wanderers who have been away from their hometown for many years to recall scenes of old times.

Joan didn't teleport directly to Delin Town, but just wanted to relive the road he had traveled countless times in the past, and it could be regarded as a memorial to his youth.

Although he is only seventeen years old this year, in the prime of his youth, and until the day he dies, his biological age will remain seventeen forever.

However, after experiencing so many ups and downs, swords and blood, his inner emotions seem to be older than his actual age, and he is nostalgic for the old at a young age.

The phantom carriage turned over the snow-covered hillside, and there was a barren land in front of the river bank. Unless it was a local resident, it would be difficult to find the broken walls and ruins buried in the snow.

Joan whistled, and the two phantom horses slowed down obediently and stopped in front of the ruins.

Five years ago, there used to be a small village here. Most of the local people lived on fishing and hunting, and their lives were poor and peaceful.

Until the early morning of that winter, a meteorite fell from the sky and landed in the middle of the village. The shock wave it caused instantly razed the entire village to the ground, and all the villagers were spared, leaving only this ruin.

Since then, Heli Village, which was destroyed by the meteorite, has become an ominous place passed down by the surrounding villagers.

Some people say that the village was destroyed by divine punishment.

It is also said that a passing dragon spewed flames and burned the village and its inhabitants to ashes just for fun.

Only Qiao An knew in his heart that these rumors were not credible, and the truth was far more cruel than the rumors.

The destruction of Beaver Village was actually just an accident.

If the place where the "Tears of God" fell was slightly off, the village would have been spared.

But in that case, Joan himself would probably miss the place where the "Tears of God" fell, and miss this artifact.

The coincidences caused by many accidents, looking back many years later, seem to be carefully arranged by fate.

Perhaps it was because his adventure was based on the extinction of many residents of Heli Village, every time Joan walked through the ruins, he always felt very heavy.

Although rationality told him that the tragedy in Beaver Village had nothing to do with him, he didn't need to feel guilty for those who were killed by the "Tears of God" when they fell.

However, from an emotional point of view, as the only beneficiary of this disaster of destroying the village, couldn't he silently express his condolences and apologies?

Even if it's just to make yourself feel better.