In the early morning, the sun rises, and the sky is full of sunrise.
The sun dispelled the darkness and brought spiritual comfort to those in the caravan who were still in shock.
"My God! You are my refuge, my rock..."
"... You are in charge of everything that happens in my life, thank you for the gift you bestowed on me!".
"Thank you for forgiving and purifying my sins..."
"My God is eternal!!"
"..."
Facing the rising sun, the merchants who had escaped from death prayed again. Only in this way can the fear in their hearts be completely vented.
"Huh? Old Locke, what are they doing?"
Cecilia, who woke up from a drowsiness, asked curiously through the window of the carriage, "Are you praying? But I remember they weren't so religious before?"
Suddenly, Cecilia wrinkled her little nose and took out a handkerchief to cover it.
"What's this smell? It smells so bad!"
Seeing Cecilia's urn and speaking in a huff, Old Locke's face reappeared with a smile.
"Miss... Well, your highness, this is the smell left by the wolves after the pack, and it will be blown away by the wind in a while."
Cecilia didn't notice the change of Old Lock's name to her, but retracted her head into the carriage and closed the window.
"When the smell of the air improves, I will open the car window again..."
Old Locke shook his head with a smile on his face, and asked the guards beside him to inform the caravan to be ready to continue on his way.
"Mr. Victor, your performance..."
Until this time, Old Locke tentatively asked Victor: "... Doesn't it look like an ordinary scholar?"
"Hehe! Lord Locke, you and Cecilia'His Royal Highness' are no ordinary nobles either..."
Victor with a gentle smile replied unhurriedly: "Since your Excellency Locke is so frank, I will remember the sincerity of the Rodney family."
Both Victor and Old Locke did not talk about what happened last night in a tacit understanding. Amidst the noise of the two, the caravan from the North, which had already prepared everything, set off again.
…
"The Wasteland..."
Looking at the wilderness on both sides of the "Long Road", Old Locke said with emotion, "This time it can be regarded as worthy of the name!"
Victor just smiled at Old Locke's words without making any comments.
After the caravan was on the road, the familiar journey gradually returned people's mentality to normal. As a result, everyone had all kinds of speculations about the caravan's survival.
"A miracle! A miracle is definitely a manifestation!!"
"Yes, besides the Almighty and All-Knowing God, who else can save us who have encountered the wolf tide?"
"My God is eternal!!"
"..."
"Miracles? Haha..."
Victor, who had rescued the entire Northland caravan through the "Powerful Phantom" magic circle, was silent about people's comments, which made Old Locke who had been observing him in secret to no avail.
"Look! Look at that small hill!!"
At this moment, an exclamation sounded from the caravan, causing everyone to look back towards the hill where the caravan was stationed.
I saw that the low hill had lost its trace, and it was replaced by a huge rock similar to "Australia Ayers Rock".
"My god is on! Did my eyes have hallucinations?"
"This huge rock... hasn't existed before! How did it appear?"
"Unbelievable! This must be a miracle!!"
"My God is eternal!!"
"..."
Seeing this scene, Victor wondered: "Strange! The magic in the'core gem' should have been exhausted, how can the magic circle be activated?"
Carefully looking at the lifelike illusion that came into the field of vision, Victor was very satisfied with the excellent effect produced by the magic circle.
"Perhaps there is still some magic power left in the'core gem'..."
Victor, who didn't think too much, shook his head and rode on.
"Mr. Victor, are you not interested in this miracle?"
After a while, Old Locke, who had rectified the caravan's order, once again rode his horse to Victor's side.
"There is only truth in my eyes..."
After hearing Victor's profound words, Old Locke glanced at him with interest and continued to ask: "What do you think of this wolf tide, Mr. Victor?"
"Something happened in the north!!"
Victor, who had already considered this question for a long time, said without hesitation: "Your Excellency Locke, as a northerner, you should know the habits of wolves better than I do! If it weren’t for some irresistible factors, the wolves are Will not leave their settlement easily..."
"Such a large-scale wolf tide is very rare in the history of the Northern Territory! From this, it can be judged that something farther north in the Northern Territory... must have happened!!"
"Farther north in the north? Isn't that the northern glacier? Isn't it... impossible! That's just a legend..."
Old Locke with a pensive look seemed to have thought of something, but he excluded it in an instant.
"Your Excellency Locke, did you think of something? There was nothing else during the journey... can you tell me?"
"Oh? Ha, I just remembered a legend circulating in the Northern Territory..."
Old Locke was taken aback for a while, then smiled and said, "Since Mr. Victor is very interested, I will just talk about it briefly."
"According to legend, tens of thousands of years ago, the Northern Territory was not the desolate appearance it is now, but a beautiful and lush forest! It is said that the owner of this forest is a beautiful creature called an elf..."
"... The devil in the abyss took a fancy to this beautiful forest, and the chaotic evil creatures wanted to drag the northern territory into the abyss and take possession of it! So, a tragic war broke out..."
"The war lasted for hundreds of years. Although the elves finally drove the demons away! But the beautiful northern forest was also completely destroyed by the demons! The elves who lost their homeland sang sad songs and left the northern border. Travel across the ocean to find a new home..."
"According to the legendary record, during the war between the elves and the devil, the devil once instigated the undead creatures of Xanatos (the one hundred and thirteenth floor of the Abyss) to launch a sneak attack on the elves, but in the self-sacrifice of the elf queen Below, these sneaky undead creatures were permanently sealed in the northern glaciers..."
Speaking of this, Old Locke said with a smile: "Just now I heard Mr. Victor's analysis that the wolf tide was generated because of the great changes in the northern glacier. Therefore, I thought of this long-lived northern glacier. Legend of the realm..."
"Elf? Demon? Northern Legend?"
Victor chewed these words repeatedly, and he seemed to think of something.