I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

Hearing Fulilian's words, Fieren immediately felt bad: "Ms. Fulilian."

"Could it be that you are an unlicensed black magician?"

[Haha, an unlicensed black magician. ]

[Being mocked by the apprentice, it turns out that you are an unlicensed magician. ]

[It's so funny, the apprentices all have certificates, but the teacher I have followed for seven or eight years doesn't have one hhhhh. ]

"Don't talk like an unlicensed black doctor."

Fulilian continued to move forward with her suitcase, "What can I do."

"The organization that manages magicians is always changing."

"I can't pass so many certificates."

Fulilian complained helplessly.

[I'm too old, there's nothing I can do, the old lady sighed. ]

"Anyway, this holy staff certificate is useless."

Fulilian held a rusty square pendant in her hand, which looked like a staff that shocked the coffin.

When Philen saw this, he had no idea what it was. "What is this? An antique?"

[Hiss, the Holy Staff Certificate? It sounds like a very powerful thing. ]

[Could it be that Flame took the exam at that time? ]

['Great Magician'? ]

[Puff, is this thing roughly equivalent to the token Confucius gave to his disciples to prove that they are Confucius' disciples. ]

[What is a degree certificate? The top scholar I took during the Jingtai period can't be used? ]

Xiutalk didn't understand, "Even I know about the Continental Magic Association."

"It's been around for at least half a century."

Why didn't Fulilian know about this?

"Isn't that a recent thing?" Fulilian was a little speechless.

"The frequent changes in management standards are really a headache."

The group walked out of the city.

"Anyway," Philen reminded Fulilian, "we can't move forward like this."

Phiren turned to look at the earl, "I don't understand very well."

"There should be places in the northern countries where you can take the first-level exam, right?"

Phiren asked.

"You are talking about the largest magic city in the northern countries, 'Visast', right?" Count Granat said.

"After crossing the Shiweier Mountains, we still have to go a long way."

On the map, in the west of the northern continent, across a mountain range, is Visast.

Count Granat said: "Although we can just walk along the main road, this road is quite long."

At this time.

The music was also sentimental.

Then he said solemnly: "Flilian."

"The Granat family will never forget this kindness."

"Have a good trip."

Just like that.

Fulilian, Philen and Hugh Tark set off towards Visast.

At this time, Hugh Tark looked up and found that the weather around him had changed.

"It's snowing."

Snowflakes fell, and Philen looked up at the sky, "It's almost winter."

Looking up, you can see large flakes of snow falling from the sky.

"Winter in this area is hard to endure, be careful." Fulilian reminded.

"You will die if you don't take it seriously."

Philen was a little surprised, "Is it so dangerous?"

Flilian smiled, "Don't you know?"

"When fighting the Demon King's army, he killed the most people."

"It's the severe winter in the northern countries."

Flilian turned around and continued to move forward.

[I always feel that Fu Fu's smile here is like a teacher grabbing the pigtails of excellent students. ]

[The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice and snow. ]

The wind mixed with snow, getting stronger and stronger, the snow has covered the road, and the scenery ahead can't be seen clearly.

The wind blew harder and harder, and it hurt on people's faces.

The temperature is getting colder and colder, as if it will freeze people's ears off.

At this time, Fulilian's eyes became very helpless, "I told you, we are lost."

Firen and Hugh Tark were frozen and curled up.

The wind and snow blinded her eyes, and Furen had closed his eyes.

Hush Tark swayed and fell to the ground with a bang.

"What should I do?" Fulilian heard the voice behind her and saw Hugh Tark who was already unconscious.

[Is the warrior not as resistant to cold as the mage? ]

[Good news, Hugh Tark is harder (not)]

[Fufu's big ears are about to be frozen off. ]

The screen turned black and the subtitles appeared.

- Episode 11, winter in the northern countries.

The whistling sound of the wind and snow became louder and louder.

Even a little further away, the figures of the three of them could not be seen clearly.

She did not expect such a strong wind and snow, which had blocked all the roads.

The surroundings were covered with white snow, and it was even impossible to tell the wind direction.

Lost.

——28 years after the death of the brave Xin Meier, in the northern countries, Dekai region.

"It's no joke to encounter danger before entering the Shiweier Mountains."

Frilian suddenly feltIt's not good. If they don't find a place to avoid the wind and snow, they will probably freeze to death and starve to death here.

"Mr. Hugh Tark, wake up."

'Pah!'

Fellen patted Hugh Tark's face, trying to wake him up, "You will die if you fall asleep."

Hugh Tark didn't open his eyes, and murmured: "Is the special giant berry ice cream so small?"

Fellen wondered, "How should I know."

[He still can't forget his giant ice cream. ]

[It's a revolving lantern, it's over hahahaha. ]

[Dwarf: Bring your broken ice cream to the court. ]

"What should I do?" Fellen asked Fulilian for help.

"The wind is so strong." Seeing such weather, Fulilian said, "You definitely can't use magic to drag him."

"Otherwise he will be blown away."

Firen looked at Shutark, "You can only carry him on your back."

'Crunch, crunch', the sound of the two people stepping on the thick snow, followed by a dragging sound.

Fulilian explored the way ahead, and Feiren dragged Shutark in the snow, leaving a long dragging mark, but it was soon covered by the wind and snow.

"It's so heavy." Feiren dragged Shutark and put one of his arms on his shoulders.

"Why is this person so heavy?"

[Wow, this snow-stepping sound is really great...]

[So, Shubao carried the axe that the master couldn't swing, and Feiren carried Shubao. Please ask for Feiren's strength attribute (*╹▽╹*)]

[As we all know, mages can also add some strength. ]

[Can't Shutark be released like a kite? 】

"What a nice smell..."

Phiren heard the whisper of Hugh Tark and began to feel confused.

"Can I just leave him alone?" Philen complained to Fulilian speechlessly.

[Brother, you smell so good. ]

[How good is it? ]

[I'm jealous. ]

"Bear it." Fulilian said, "There should be a small shelter at the foot of the mountain."

Phiren suddenly thought, "Is this common sense from eighty years ago?"

"Does it really work?"

Phiren was worried.

The howling of the wind and snow was getting louder and louder.

[She actually still remembered the location of the house. ]