The Nightingue follows the mountain trail.

The road under her feet was not shoulder-wide, on the side of a huge stone wall, opposite the steep mountain rocks, the two were about a wide distance, and the ravine in the middle was not bottomless.She carefully leaned against the stone wall to avoid slipping.

Looking up, there is only a thin line in the sky that glows slightly, like a silver wire hanging in the night sky.But she knew that it was just after noon—even during the day she needed to lift her torch, and the light that came through the rock wall wasn’t enough to illuminate the road ahead.After walking for a long time, she even gave birth to the illusion that she was walking inside the mountains.

The only benefit here is that despite the cold wind in the mountains, the snow is flying, and the gorge walls are not affected.Occasionally, several snowflakes fall from the top of their heads and fall on the mountain wall or path and quickly turn into water vapor.There is a temperature that is not commensurate with the outside world, and occasionally she can see the heat rising in the abyss under her feet.

If not, she would not dare to go to the mountains alone in the month of the devil.The fog can make her hide her body, but it cannot isolate the temperature.If you walk in the cold wind, it is estimated that it will freeze to death in the snow in less than an hour.

But the Nightinger did not want to stay here for a moment longer—for she always felt that something was watching herself in the darkness and making her creber.

If she could, the Nightingale hoped to walk the full course in the fog, but her physical strength did not support her.Using her abilities for a long time will quickly exhaust her.

The nightingale raised the torch, and the mountain rock across the face suddenly appeared, and in the faint light of the fire, she occasionally saw the dark shadows of different sizes on the opposite stone wall.The nightingeers knew that they were all caves, and because they were deep, the light could not be illuminated and looked like a clump of shadows.And the stone wall close to it is in the same position, and there are deep holes corresponding to one by one.

This reminded her of the rumors of the North Slope Mine, where it was said to have been the lair of underground monsters, and there were many fork roads, all of which were cut out by the monsters.And the north slope mountain is only a corner of the desperate mountain range, will these caves also have a channel connected to the mine cave?

The thought made her shudder.

The desert mountain to the west is the wilderness that no one has set foot in, if it can dig up countless holes in the interior of the mountains that stretches for hundreds of miles, I am afraid that only the monsters that survive in the wild land can be done.

She dared not think about it anymore, and concentrated on moving forward.

Finally, the road ahead changed, the shoulder-wide road was divided into two, one slightly upward, and one straight down, extending to a deeper place, and the end soon fell into the darkness, and no one knew where the road finally led.Standing on the fork, the feeling of being stared at had become very strong, as if the eyes of countless pairs in the darkness were looking at themselves motionlessly, making her mouth dry and her scalp tingle.

The nightingue gritted its teeth, opened the fog, and walked up.Soon, that strange feeling disappeared.

As the height rises, the surrounding temperature gradually decreases, and the silver line above the head becomes wider and wider.Half an hour later, a huge cave appeared in front of her right, slightly higher under the hole than the road.She lifted her legs into the cave, and the fire could be seen in the depths of the cave.

This is the place where the helper hides.

The Nightingale stepped out of the mist, and was immediately found by the alerting witch, a black wall of gas was in front of her, but soon disappeared into the invisible, and the cry of companion surprise sounded in the darkness, "You are back!"

At last she came back, she thought, but when she noticed the two white cloths wrapped in the arms of her companion, the mood of the nightingale had just jumped down and sank, "There are two sisters..."

The other's voice stagnated for a moment, "O... ah, it's Ainen and Ishe, who didn't survive adulthood five days ago."She grinned, “That’s a regular occurrence, isn’t it?”Don't say that, hurry to the camp, Wendy said to you for a long time."

Aining and Ai Xi, twins brought out of the rich family of Longling, ended their lives in the mountains.The Nightingliner sometimes doubts whether it is right to do so, and if they do not leave, at least they can enjoy a well-fed life before they die, without having to live a wandering and unsettled life.

But thinking of Wendy, the nightingale's heart surged a warm current, and if she had not reached out to herself, I am afraid that she was still like a puppet, and was used as a tool that could be discarded at any time.Yes, tell her this news early, tell all the sisters, they no longer have to hide like rats, they are already willing to accept them, and ... there may be no more than an unharmed awakening day!

When she entered the camp, the Nightingale saw a familiar figure crouching beside the campfire to process food, and before anyone arrived, she could not help shouting out: "Wendy, I'm back."

The other moved, raised his head, and then showed the nightinging's familiar smile, "Vironika, welcome home."

Wendy is a very kind woman and the first member of the group.Now she has reached the age of thirty, she can not see a wrinkle on the face, reddish brown straight hair is almost waist-long, the five senses are mature and charming, for anyone is like a big sister.She is concerned about each sister of the help, whether it is daily life or psychological enlightenment, she can help as much as she can.If it hadn’t been for Wendy’s, it wouldn’t have been so quickly that so many witches would have gathered.

It was precisely because she met her that the Nightinge saw her resolutely get out of the family and embark on a journey with her to find the holy mountain.She is one of the few people who knows her original name.

"How many times have I said that I am no longer the cowardly little girl of the past," said the Nightingale, shaking her head with a smile, "I am now a mighty witch, and Veronica is no more."

"Once you were you, and getting rid of the nightmares of the past does not mean cutting off from the past," said Wendy, "of course, you like it."Nightinge, I've been waiting for you to come back, and I've worked hard all the way."

"Well," said the Nightinge, coming forward and hugging her, "thank you."

For a moment, Wendy asked, “What’s the matter with the girl, can’t you...can’t you save her?”

Speaking of this, the Nightingale suddenly came to the spirit, she grabbed each other's arm and excitedly said: "No, she does not need me to save, on the contrary, she saved all of us!"Then she recounted in detail the experience of the border town, "The lord there is Roland Wimbledon, the four princes of the kingdom of the Greysburg, who is willing to take us in."And he promised that one day, the witch would live in his territory like a free man!”