Chapter 211 Walking Slowly in the Snowy Mountains

Dream world, the way of moderation.

Strangler is pacing in the [Slow Stepping Snow Mountain].

He held a solitary lamp with uncertain brightness in his hand, and blocked his eyes with his other hand.

An almost crazy blizzard roared over, and large snowflakes fell on his thick fur. The tiger skin vest worn over his lion fur blocked more of the cold air.

This blizzard was also mixed with sharp ice particles, which were like extremely sharp ice needles under the strong wind, but they did not cause any harm to him.

This is the rule for slow walking in the snowy mountains.

Even if he endured the bone-chilling cold, he could never speed up his pace.

As long as he tried to speed up, the ice needles that would have avoided him under the strong wind would cut his skin due to the change in his movement speed.

The faster he walked, the more damage the ice needle would cause him. If you run at full speed, you will be stabbed to the core in an instant.

And if you stop where you are, the deep cold you feel on the soles of your feet will become clearer. If it stops for too long, the blizzard will directly bury people.

Under this thick layer of snow, no one knows how many bones were buried.

Most of them subconsciously wanted to walk two steps faster because they couldn't bear the bone-chilling cold.

But when he was cut by those ice needles, he didn't feel anything at all - the skin was exposed to the deep cold wind and had long been frozen to the point of losing consciousness. Not to mention those "temperance ices" are supposed to relieve pain.

When they find that they have been cut and bruised all over their body without knowing when, most people have already begun to gradually lose their physical strength due to blood loss from injuries and lower body temperature.

If you cannot get out of this snowy mountain before your physical strength is exhausted, you will be gradually buried by the heavy snow because your movement speed will slow down.

And once it accelerates, it will be hurt again...

Don't be rash and don't be lazy.

This is the "way of moderation."

Strangler was walking forward slowly against the snow... In order not to leave here, every time he moved forward a certain distance, Strangler had to turn around and walk back the same distance.

He had been doing this for two days.

Relying on the fire of anger to warm up, he can continue to persist like this...

Anger, revenge, love - when such strong emotions that can be condensed into flames appear in the dream world, they will become flames that can burn in the body. Just like reality... rational anger, desire for revenge, and great love can all make people endure pain for a longer period of time.

Only by gaining the restraining power of temperance can the shape of anger be restrained and transformed into various shapes.

When Strangler turned around again, he saw a young man with a dark blue ponytail and a bright smile appearing behind him at some point.

"Good evening, Godfather."

Strangler said in a low voice.

His back is always slightly hunched due to the damage caused by psychic disease, but even so, he is over 1.9 meters tall, and his arms are thicker than a barber's thigh, making him look very oppressive. .

"If it weren't for your vest, you would be quite protective in this snow."

The barber looked at him and said teasingly: "The color of your fur is really hard to tell here. Should I say that you are a lion in clothes?"

Strangler's clothes look like a "fighter's" one.

He wore loose trousers that tied around his ankles, fluttering in the strong wind.

The top is only an open tiger skin vest, with a layer of his own white lion fur underneath.

If it weren't for these trousers and vest, his own coat color could completely blend into the gentle snow-capped mountains.

"You seem to be in a good mood today?"

Looking at the barber who always had a smile on his face, Strangle glanced at him and walked in the right direction: "Follow me, but don't speed up... If you can't keep up with me, just tell me. I will slow down." .

"Yeah, yeah, I know. You told me the rules when I came here last time. It's only been three or four days, and I haven't forgotten them yet."

The barber looked around at the extremely monotonous environment of the slow snow mountain, but it seemed very fresh.

He said in a rather brisk tone: "I think that the process of walking on this snow-capped mountain is itself a part of cultivation. It is also a hard practice of accepting pain and tempering one's mind.

“If it were done in reality, this level of asceticism would probably leave irreparable damage to the body.

“But in the dream world, as long as you enter the next area and all the damage and pain endured in the previous area, it will be turned into the power of the spell.

"As long as you endure pain, you can gain growth in character and strength without actually paying a price - is there any better place for asceticism than this? If they can't leave from the slow snow mountain, it only means that they really don't have it. The gift of 'temperance'.

"But if you obviously don't have the talent for temperance, you probably won't be able to enter the gate of temperance. Then there is only one answer...

"——That's the thief of dream power."

A bright smile filled with malice appeared on the barber's face: "There is no compatibility with the 'power of control' at all, but he followed someone else's map and entered a door that he would not have entered originally, and used the answer copied from someone else to knock on it. Door. It is natural to be sanctioned and punished by the dream world."

"You do seem to be in a good mood today."

Without turning his head, he said in a cold voice: "I talked a lot today."

In his opinion, although the barber could not be said to be taciturn, he was somewhat emotionally reserved.

But today, the barber could hardly suppress his joy and excitement...

With his character, he can have this kind of emotion. That must be something particularly good.

"really."

The barber's mood gradually cooled down.

But Hangsha didn't need to look back to know that there must be a smile on his face.

Because the smile in those words could not be hidden at all: "You have no idea what I did."

"you say."

"I killed Director Kamalser."

The barber smiled brightly: "An elf director."

Hearing this, Strangler immediately stopped.

He turned around in disbelief: "What did you say?"

"Ha. Sure enough, you have to be a knowledgeable person to understand the value of this great undertaking."

The barber let out a breath of white air.

He raised his head and said forcefully: "You can just go out and spread the word, it doesn't matter.

"You can go out and publicize that the Godfather designed to kill an elf director, and his current situation is extremely safe. Even the head office has kept silent about this and has no intention of doing anything to him. As long as it is used well, this will become our most important Good publicity tool.”

"...This matter is of great importance, I have to verify it first."

Hangzhou was silent for a while, then slowly shook his head: "It's really... unbelievable.

"But you are right about one thing. If this is true, this will be our greatest help..."

Strangler turned around and walked in front of Russell, murmuring in a low voice:

"So... can elves also die?"

He turned his back to the barber, and for the first time, his pupils, which had always been calm and filled with anger, showed a strong wavering——

Amazement, admiration, shock - and the fire of irrepressible ambition slowly ignited.