Chapter 2256 Mountain Camp

"There's a pair of sisters and brothers Nickelodeon living in the unfrozen lake. They're my old friends. I plan to visit them and stop by the logging camp to bring back the people trapped in the mountains." Joan replied lightly.

"Joan, there's no need to rush this matter, at least wait until the snow stops." Mayor Tyndall quickly persuaded the young mage not to be brave.

Flint also put away his smile, and solemnly warned Joan: "We all know that you are a genius mage, but you are only seventeen years old after all, and no matter how powerful your mana is, you are not strong enough to calm a blizzard, right?"

"The blizzard not only prevents us from crossing the mountains, but what's more troublesome is that the heavy snow seriously obstructs the vision. It is impossible to see whether there is a flat ground or a deep pit under the thick snow. It would be a big loss if the person was not rescued, but put his own life on the line! Good boy, listen to my advice, when the snow stops, it won't be too late for us to go on the road together!"

Joan scratched his head, and told the mayor and the old dwarf with some embarrassment: "Speaking of casting spells to quell the snowstorm... I can really do it."

Under the unbelievable gaze of everyone, Joan took out the "weather staff" from the storage bag, turned around and walked out the door, activated the magic power in the staff, and cast the 7-ring spell "controlling the weather".

Just ten minutes later, the blizzard that had been raging over Delin town for a week subsided miraculously.

The dark clouds dissipated, and the sun shone on the snow, reflecting silver light all over the place.

The stubborn old dwarf had to be convinced now.

Joan politely declined Flint and the town's militiamen to follow him on the road, and insisted on going into the mountains alone. A "teleportation" can reach the destination, so there is no need to make such trouble.

Although he didn't say it clearly, Flint knew in his heart that Joan's strength had far exceeded his imagination. Instead of providing much assistance to Joan, he and the militia in the town would drag the talented mage down.

Sighing with complicated emotions, the old dwarf hugged the young mage forcefully.

"Go, boy, be careful on the road!"

Qiao An nodded, waved goodbye to the villagers, and then his figure merged into a beam of teleportation light.

Watching him rise into the sky with the teleportation brilliance, the onlookers couldn't help but exclaimed in unison.

Regardless of the mayor of Tyndale, the old dwarf Flint and Aunt Barbara who watched Joan grow up, or the young people such as Tom and Turner, they all expressed their gratitude for the emergence of a powerful mage in Derlin Town. Proud from the bottom of my heart.

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The blizzard over Delin Town has been quelled by Joan's spell, but 50 miles to the north, at the intersection of the Delin River and the pine-covered mountains, the blizzard is still raging.

The road out of the mountain has been blocked by heavy snow, not to mention carriages, and even dog sleds are difficult to pass.

In the snow-covered mountain depression, there is a camp made of logs. In addition to the old Archibald, the owner of the lumber mill, and his eldest son, Archibald Jr., there were four overseers armed with guns in the camp, and the remaining 20 were dark-skinned slaves, including old Archibald. An amigo that Boulder promoted as a valet.

The young black manservant stuffed the last firewood into the fireplace, looked back at his master, and said worriedly, "Master Archibald, the firewood in the camp is almost gone, what should we do next!"

The old man did not make a sound, leaning against the armchair by the dining table, staring out the window absentmindedly.

The gloomy complexion, coupled with the effect of alcohol, made old Archibald's red rosacea and the scar on his face look extremely hideous.

A stocky young man with freckles on his face walked up to the old man with a magic crystal musket on his shoulder, grabbed the wine bottle and gulped it down, then threw the empty bottle to the corner of the wall.

"Dad, ask Amigo to bring a few niggas and go to the nearby woods to chop firewood. Carson and I will follow with our guns, go and come back!"

"Don't say stupid things!" The old man glared at his son, "The wolf man is lying in ambush in the woods, waiting for a fool like you to die!"

"Then what else can we do?" Little Archibald retorted unconvinced, "The firewood has been burned out, and sooner or later you will be frozen to death if you are trapped here, why not go out now and fight those damned bastards !"

"When the firewood is burned out, the tables and chairs will be burned, and the floor will be demolished when the tables and chairs are burned out. We must not give up our hope of survival until the last moment." The old man replied through gritted teeth.

"Father! Don't you expect Tyndale and Flint to send someone to the rescue?" Little Archibald sneered angrily, "The big men in the town are very xenophobic, so they wouldn't take risks to rescue new immigrants like us. Go into the mountains, not to mention that Tyndale is your competitor in the business field, and the stubborn old dwarf is even more arrogant. He can't understand our family using slaves to work. Kindly come to the rescue!"

Old Archibald shook his head and sighed, and was about to teach his son to take a long view when suddenly there was a shrill cry from outside the window.

Amigo ran to the window quickly, listened attentively, and couldn't help but change his face.

"Master! Young Master! Someone outside is shouting 'Help'!"

"Don't open the window!" Old Archibald sternly stopped the servant, and said with a cold face: "In this icy and snowy ravine, no passer-by would call for help. Those cunning bloody beasts must be imitating human voices again, trying to Trick us out of the camp, and join forces with the Gnolls for a sneak attack!"

Amigo froze for a moment, then quickly withdrew his hand and moved away from the window.

The cries for help outside the window became far and near, and finally turned into dying wailing, which got into the house through the crack of the window, lingering, like a curse, making the scalp numb.

Amigo and his black slave companions all curled up in a corner trembling, clasped their hands together, and prayed to the "Mother Earth" they worshiped, which is what the druids and pantheists called "the source of nature".

Little Archibald's face turned blue and white, and suddenly rushed to the window, smashed open the window with the butt of his gun, and fired a shot in the direction of the screams, roaring hysterically: "Bastard! Get out of here!" Ah! What kind of skill is it to play tricks!"

The wind and snow brought a disgustingly strong rancid smell through the window, and quietly diffused in the wooden house.

Old Archibald sniffed, smelled the stench, immediately changed his face, pushed his son away from the window, and hurriedly bolted the window.

"You idiot!" The old man was furious, and slapped his son severely, "You can kill yourself, don't make us die with you!"

Little Archibald held his swollen cheeks, with resentment and despair intertwined in his eyes.

At this moment, a magical beam of light suddenly lit up in the room, causing old Archibald to stagger back in fright, bumping his butt against the table, and spilling wine bottles and glasses on the floor.