Chapter 2256: Mountain camp

"A pair of Nicholas brothers and sisters live in the non-freezing lake. They are my old friends. I plan to visit them and stop by the logging camp to bring back the people trapped in the mountains." Qiao An replied lightly.
"Qiao An, this matter is not in a hurry, anyway, wait until the snow stops." Mayor Tyndall quickly persuaded the young mage not to be aggressive.
Flint also put his smile away and solemnly warned Qiao An: "We all know that your kid is a genius mage, but you are only seventeen years old after all. No matter how strong your mana is, you are not strong enough to cast a spell to calm the snowstorm, right?"
"The blizzard not only hinders us from climbing over the mountains, but the more troublesome thing is that the heavy snow severely hinders our vision. It is impossible to see whether the thick snow is flat or deep. People didn’t get it out, but instead took their own lives. That would be a big loss! Good boy, listen to my advice, when the snow stops, it’s not too late for us to get on the road together!"
Qiao An scratched his head and told Mr. Mayor and the old dwarf with some embarrassment: "When it comes to casting spells to calm the snowstorm... I can really do it."
Under the unbelievable gaze of everyone, Qiao An took out the "weather staff" from the storage bag, turned around and walked out the door, inspiring the magic power in the staff, and casting the 7th circle spell to "control the weather".
After just ten minutes, the blizzard that had been raging over Delin Town for a week was magically calmed down.
The dark clouds cleared, and the sun shone on the snow, reflecting silver light everywhere.
The stubborn old dwarf had to be convinced now.
Qiao An politely declined Flint and the town's militiamen to follow him on the road, insisting on entering the mountain alone, a "teleport technique" can reach the destination, there is no need to make so much trouble.
Although he didn't say it explicitly, Flint knew in his heart that Qiao'an's strength was far beyond his imagination. He and the town's militia would not be able to provide much assistance to Qiao'an, but would drag the talented mage.
With a mixed sigh, the old dwarf gave the young mage a strong hug.
"Go, boy, be careful on the way!"
Qiao An nodded, waved goodbye to the villagers, and the figure from behind merged into a teleporting beam.
Watching him rise to the sky with the transmission of brilliance, the onlookers couldn't help exclaiming in unison.
Whether the mayor of Tyndall, the old dwarf Flint and Aunt Barbara looked at the old man who grew up in Joan like that, or the young people like Tom and Turner, they all came up with a powerful wizard in Delin. Be proud of yourself.
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The snowstorm over Delin Town has been calmed down by Qiao'an, and 50 miles to the north, where the Delin River meets the densely pine forest, the snowstorm is still raging.
The road out of the mountain has been blocked by heavy snow, not to mention horse-drawn carriages, even sleds pulled by dogs are difficult to pass.
In the snow-filled mountain col, there is a camp made of logs. In addition to the old Archibald the owner of the logging plant and his eldest son Archibald, there are four overseers with guns in the camp. The remaining twenty people are dark-skinned slaves, including the old Archibald. Boulder promoted to Amigo as a footman.
The young black male servant stuffed the last firewood into the fireplace, looked back at the master, and said anxiously: "Master Archibald, the firewood in the camp is almost burned out. What can I do next!"
The old man didn't make a sound, leaning on the armchair by the dining table, staring out the window in a daze.
The gloomy complexion, combined with the effect of alcohol, made old Archibald's red rosacea and the scar on his face look particularly hideous.
A short and stout young man with a face full of freckles, carrying a magic crystal musket, walked to the old man's side, grabbed the wine bottle, took two big mouths, and threw the empty wine bottle to the corner.
"Dad, let Amigo take a few to chop wood in the nearby woods. Carson and I took guns and followed. Go and get back!"
"Don't say stupid things!" The old man glared at his son. "The jackal is lying in ambush in the woods, waiting for a fool like you to die!"
"What else can I do?" Little Archibald retorted unconvincingly, "The firewood has been burned out. Sooner or later I will be frozen to death if I am trapped here. It is better to go out now and fight with those cursed bastards. !"
"When the wood is burned out, we will burn the tables and chairs, and when the tables and chairs are burned out, we will dismantle the floor. Until the last minute, we must not give up our hope of survival." The old man gritted his teeth and answered.
"Dad! Do you still expect Tyndall and Flint to send someone to rescue?" Little Archibald sneered angrily. "The leading figures in the town are very xenophobic, so they won't venture to rescue new immigrants like us. In the mountains, not to mention Tyndall is a competitor in your business field. The stubborn old dwarf is even more proud and can't understand our family calling slaves to work. They would like our father and son to die in the ravine. Good intentions to rescue!"
Old Archibald shook his head and sighed, as he was about to teach his son to look long, when a scream came from the window.
Amiguo ran to the window quickly, listening to her, her expression changed.
"Master! Master! Someone outside is calling ‘Help’!"
"Do not open the window!" Old Archibald sternly stopped the valet, and said with a cold face: "In this icy and snowy ravine, there are no passers-by asking for help. It must be those cunning blood beasts who are trying to imitate human voices. Trick us to leave the camp and join the Jackal in a sneak attack!"
Amigo froze for a moment, then quickly retracted his hand and moved away from the window.
The cry for help outside the window was far and near, and finally turned into a dying wailing, and got into the room through the window, lingering, like a curse, making the scalp numb.
Amigo and his fellow slaves, all huddled in the corner and trembling, clasped their hands together, praying to the "Mother of the Earth" they worshiped, which is what the druids and pantheists called the "natural origin".
Little Archibald's face was blue and white, and he suddenly rushed to the window, slammed the window with the of his rifle, and fired a shot in the direction where the screams came. He roared hysterically: "Beast! Get out of me! Ah! What an ability to pretend to be a god!"
The wind and snow entered through the window with a strong and disgusting smell, and quietly diffused in the wooden house.
Old Archibald sniffed his nose, smelled the stench, and immediately changed his face. He pushed his son away from the window and hurriedly tied the window.
"You idiot!" The old man was furious, and slapped his son severely. "You can kill yourself, don't make us die with you!"
Little Archibald was holding his puffy cheeks, his eyes intertwined with resentment and despair.
At this moment, a magic beam of light suddenly lit up in the room, making Old Archibald staggered back in fright, hitting the table with his butt, and the wine bottle and glass spilled on the floor.