Nightingale walked slowly along the mountain path.
The road under her feet was no more than shoulder width, with a huge rock wall on her side and a steep rock on the opposite side. She carefully clings to the stone wall to avoid slipping down.
Looking up, there is only a faintly luminous thin line left in the sky, like a silver thread hanging in the night sky. But she knew that it was just after noon—even during the day, she needed to hold up her torches, and the light coming down the wall wasn't enough to illuminate the road ahead. After walking for a long time, she will even give birth to the illusion that she is walking inside the mountain.
The only good thing here is that despite the cold wind blowing in the mountains and the snow blowing, the walls of the gorge remain unaffected. Occasionally, a few snowflakes fell from overhead, and they quickly turned into water vapor when they fell on the mountain wall or trail. There is a temperature that is not commensurate with the outside world, and occasionally she can see the heat rising from the abyss under her feet.
If not, she would not dare to go to the Desolate Mountains alone in the Moon of Demons. The fog can make her hide her figure, but it can't isolate the temperature. If you walk on foot against the cold wind, it is estimated that you will freeze to death in the snow within an hour.
But Nightingale didn't want to stay here any longer—because she always felt that something was watching her in the dark, which made her shudder.
If possible, Nightingale hoped to be able to walk the entire distance in the fog, but unfortunately her physical strength did not allow her to do that. Using her powers for extended periods of time would quickly wear her out.
Nightingale raised the torch, and the rocks opposite her flickered. In the faint firelight, she could occasionally see black shadows of different sizes on the opposite rock wall. Nightingale knew that those were caves, and because they were deep, the light couldn't penetrate them, and they looked like black shadows. And the stone wall that he is close to is in the same position, and there is also a corresponding deep hole.
This reminded her of the rumors of the North Slope Mine Cave. It was said that it used to be the lair of underground monsters, and there were many forks in all directions, which were dug by the monsters. The Beipo Mountain is just a corner of the Desolate Mountain Range. Could it be that there are also passages connected to the mines in these caves
The thought gave her a shudder.
The west of the Extremis Mountains is an untouched wilderness. If it is possible to dig out countless holes in the majestic mountains that stretch for hundreds of miles, I am afraid that only monsters living in the wilderness can do it.
She didn't dare to think about it any longer, and concentrated on moving forward.
Finally, the road ahead changed. The shoulder-width road was divided into two parts, one was slightly upward, while the other turned straight down and extended to a deeper place. The end quickly disappeared into the darkness, and no one knew the road. Where does it end. Standing on the bifurcation point, the feeling of being stared at has become very strong, as if there are countless pairs of eyes staring at herself in the dark, making her mouth dry and her scalp numb.
Nightingale gritted her teeth, turned on the fog, and walked up quickly. Soon, that strange feeling disappeared.
As the altitude rises, the surrounding air 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, and the lower edge of the cave was slightly higher than the road. She lifted her leg and stepped into the cave, and the fire was faintly visible in the depths of the cave.
This is where the mutual aid society hides.
Nightingale stepped out of the fog, and was immediately discovered by the witch in charge of vigilance. A black gas wall stood in front of her, but it quickly disappeared. In the darkness, a surprised cry from her companions rang out, "You are back!"
She finally came back, she thought, but when she noticed the two white cloths wrapped around her companion's arms, the mood that Nightingale had just jumped up sank again, "Two more sisters..."
The other party's voice stagnated for a moment, "Uh... ah, it's Ai Ning and Ai Xi, they didn't make it to adulthood five days ago." She forced a smile, "This happens often, isn't it? Don't talk about this Now, hurry up to the camp, Wendy has been talking about you for a long time."
Ai Ning and Ai Xi, a pair of twins brought from a wealthy family in the Falling Dragon Ridge, ended their lives in this deep mountain. Nightingale sometimes wondered if she was doing the right thing. If they didn't take the two away, at least they could enjoy a well-to-do life before death, and they didn't have to follow everyone to live a life of wandering and no place to live.
But thinking of Wendy, Nightingale felt a warm feeling in her heart. If she hadn't helped her, I'm afraid she would still be like a puppet, being used as a tool that could be discarded at any time. By the way, tell her the news sooner, tell all the sisters that they don't have to hide like mice anymore, that there are people who are willing to accept them, and... and they may pass the annual awakening day safely!
Walking into the camp, Nightingale saw a familiar figure squatting by the bonfire handling food. Before anyone arrived, she couldn't help shouting, "Wendy, I'm back."
The other party paused, raised his head, and then showed Nightingale's familiar smile, "Veronica, welcome home."
Wendy is an extremely kind woman and one of the earliest members of the Mutual Aid Society. Now in her thirties, she can't see a single wrinkle on her face, her straight red-brown hair is almost waist-length, her facial features are mature and attractive, and she looks like a big sister to everyone. She cares about every sister in the mutual aid society, and she does everything she can to help, whether it is daily life or psychological counseling. If it wasn't for Wendy, it would not have been possible for the Co-Aid Society to gather so many witches so quickly.
It was precisely because she met her that Yeying resolutely escaped from the family and embarked on a journey to find the holy mountain with her. She was also one of the few people who knew her original name.
"How many times have I said that, I'm no longer the cowardly little girl I used to be," Nightingale smiled and shook her head, "I'm a powerful witch now, and Veronica no longer exists."
"You used to be you too. Getting rid of the nightmares of the past doesn't mean breaking up with the past," Wendy said softly. "Of course, as long as you like it. Nightingale, I've been waiting for you to come back. It's been hard work all the way."
"Well," Nightingale stepped forward and hugged her, "Thank you."
After a while, Wendy asked, "What happened to that girl, did you... fail to save her?"
Speaking of this, Nightingale suddenly became energized. She grabbed the opponent's arm and said excitedly: "No, she doesn't need me to save, on the contrary, she saved us all!" Then she described the experience of Border Town in detail. "The lord there is Roland Wimbledon, the fourth prince of the Kingdom of Greycastle, and he is willing to take us in. He also promised that one day in the future, witches will be able to be like freemen in his domain. Live the same!"