This world that is extremely unfriendly to life, I don't know if it is the projection of the world of the master, or a part of the world of the master directly overlaps the reality.
Because of the uncertainty, in order not to cause more trouble, Jenkins did not choose to forcibly transform the snowfield scenery with seeds.
Sitting on a high stool and flying into the sky, snowflakes fell in the extremely clear sky, and as Jenkins flew higher and higher, the snow fell more and more. This is certainly not the weather that the real world can have, and Jenkins believes that this is the rule of the dominant world.
Mr. Augustus, who incarnated as the messenger of death, once said that the dominated world has weird rules that are completely different from the material world, and it is not suitable for living people to survive at all. As far as the current environment is concerned, apart from guys like Jenkins, the bestowers below the demigod will probably be frozen to death when they come in.
At first, I was worried that I was looking for a needle in a haystack, but I didn't expect to see continuous low hills standing in the distance shortly after takeoff. After flying close, I could clearly see a series of messy footprints on the ground.
Those hills blocked the edge of the snow field like a barrier. After Jenkins flew up against the snow, as the hills lowered a little bit in front of his eyes, he actually saw that there was still a plain behind the hills, which was sandwiched by four mountain ranges. plains between.
On that plain, facing the shining sun, stands a prosperous and huge kingdom made of ice and snow.
This is a scene seen from a very high place, so he cannot see clearly the details of the buildings and the appearance of the creatures that move in this kingdom.
He wanted to cross the hill and fly closer to observe, but at the top of the hill, with a bang, Jenkins, who was flying fast, realized that he seemed to have hit an invisible barrier, and then he and the bird The high stools swirled together and fell downward in the wind and snow.
Since it was already very close to the top of the hill below, I just recovered the high stool and let myself fall into the snow.
The snow layer above the hill was much thicker than in the plain, and Jenkins fell directly into the snow layer. When he stood up, the snow surface was above his waist.
"what's the situation?"
He struggled to move in the snow, cleared the path in front of him with the gift of fire, and finally touched the invisible barrier:
"Is this the barrier of this space?"
He guessed, but since he couldn't see the kingdom with his own eyes, he turned around and continued to search for the missing group of people. The footprints of the group are still fresh, and they have not been covered by wind and snow. Counting them carefully, everyone should be in the team.
Just advancing to the middle of the mountain, he saw a temporary camp that was deserted. In the camp, the team was divided into two, and Jenkins chose one of them at random.
Going up again, soon the road is actually divided into two parts, one part continues to go up, and the other part chooses another way to go down the mountain.
Jenkins stared at the two footprints for a while, and just as the cat on his chest was showing his head to breathe, he asked Chocolate:
"Which way should we go?"
Chocolate looked upwards without hesitation, so Jenkins continued to follow the upward footprints.
The footprints along the way belonged to 13 different people. Jenkins didn't have the ability to distinguish the details of the human body through the footprints, so he couldn't guess whether he had found the right person. But he was surprised that everyone was still alive after walking for so long.
But after thinking about it, those who can walk and leave footprints are not necessarily living people, so the mood suddenly turned bad.
Jenkins didn't find the group of people first, but on the way up, he unexpectedly encountered a stranger.
It was an old man in short clothes and shorts, with a bamboo basket on his back and a straw hat on his head. He was huddled behind a large boulder when Jenkins saw him. But because of the extreme cold, the whole person has passed out, even if he huddled into a ball, he couldn't stop the rapid loss of body temperature.
In this kind of place, one more thing is worse than one less thing, but Jenkins walked a few steps and turned back to rescue the other party. The old man just fell into a coma due to a rapid drop in body temperature. Treating this kind of injury is just a piece of cake for Jenkins.
After the other party opened his eyes and saw Jenkins, he couldn't understand the first sentence:
"@#￥@%￥@#"
The completely incomprehensible language sounds a bit like the dialect of the seventh century, but Jenkins has only heard of this pronunciation method, and he knows nothing about the language of ten thousand years ago.
"Hello?"
He tried to communicate in modern lingua franca, but of course the other party didn't understand either. After thinking about it, he switched to ancient Elven language. This time, the other party understood and was able to answer in poor Elven language:
"Oh, look at your ears, you must be a half-elf!".
"Yes, I am a half-blood elf."
"My former neighbor was a half-blood elf, but he is not as good-looking as you."
He held Jenkins' hand, sat up with his strength, leaned against the big rock, and took out a small cardboard box from his arms:
"Mind if I smoke?"
Jenkins once thought he heard it wrong. Even if he was woken up, with the current temperature, he would definitely freeze and pass out within half a minute:
"Never mind... Are you sure you want to smoke?"
"Yes."
He took out a very rough hand-rolled cigarette from the carton, and then fished out a match from the fold of his jacket sleeve. With a stroke on the stone behind him, in this wind and temperature, the ordinary match was actually ignited.
The old man held the cigarette in his mouth, held the match in his right hand tremblingly close to the end of the smoke, and covered his mouth with his left hand to prevent the match from being blown out. And then the match, actually lit the cigarette. The old man shook his hand, threw the extinguished matchstick into the snow, and then took a deep breath. When he exhaled the smoke ring, his face was rosy and his expression was happy, as if he had just taken a warm bath.
This is not normal by any means.
"I guess you're not from here."
He leaned on the big rock and said, seeing Jenkins staring at his cigarette and nodding, he coughed a few times with a smile:
"Occasionally, people from other places do fall into our place. You are lucky, and I am also lucky. Cough cough, come with me in a while, wait for me to finish smoking this cigarette. Cough cough, you really won't come One? Oh, well, what a pity."
"Actually... I didn't fall in. How should I put it... A certain world where I live overlaps."
Hearing what he said, the old man calmly nodded with a cigarette in his mouth:
"I met it when I was young. It turned out to be like this. Then it seems that I can't leave. I can't leave until you leave."
"Do you understand the current situation?"
"Understood, although it doesn't happen often, it's not a new thing. Young man, I'm afraid you are in more trouble than me?"
While talking, the old man held the cigarette between the thumb and middle finger of his right hand, pointed the cigarette butt at the snow, and tapped it lightly with his index finger to let the ash fall.