Path of light

Chapter 404 405. The night of departure

The time spent on the Pagisto Plateau was considered the most unforgettable time in Miss Tiffany's life.

The north wind from the Pagisto Plateau filtered through the door cracks and window frames, almost blowing her to pieces.

For a Naga mermaid from the Endless Sea, Miss Tiffany spends most of her day in the bathtub and rarely leaves the house.

Miss Tiffany only felt comfortable when she was soaking in the bathtub. She moved a desk to the side of the bathtub. The two-meter-long three-color fishtail curled up in the bathtub, and her upper body could just fit on the desk.

She was wearing a bath towel, and her algae-green curly hair was spread over her shoulders. The light in the bathroom was a little dim, and there was a lamp made of moonstone on the desk.

She carefully ground a dead nettle. This magical herb was found in a warehouse of the castle. She did not expect that there was this precious magical herb in the warehouse.

In addition, she found several pieces of wind wolf leather, golden alfalfa, and ice grass in the warehouse. These magical herbs are almost all difficult to find on the other side of the Endless Sea.

Several strains were ground and turned into powder, and under Miss Tiffany's careful blending, magic ink was made.

Miss Tiffany took out a magic engraving pen and dipped it in magic ink to draw magic lines on the wind wolf leather. These magic lines with mana fluctuations eventually formed a magic pattern array.

There was a smile on Miss Tiffany's face, but when she stopped the magic engraving pen for a moment, the magic pattern circle suddenly overflowed with a large amount of magic breath, and traces of magic glow moved back and forth among the extremely unstable runes. , very chaotic pulses appeared on the magic pattern array.

A trace of electric arc shot out from the Wind Wolf leather until the entire Wind Wolf leather was completely charred, and the bathroom was filled with a burning smell.

There was only a burnt mark left on the table. It was obvious that the magic scroll had failed.

She frowned, not even noticing that there was a trace of ash on her face, and spread a piece of wind wolf leather on the table. While the feeling had not disappeared, Miss Tiffany immediately started to draw the second piece...

Arc, spark...

After Sabrina finished training the mixed-blood elf, she returned to the room only to find traces of black smoke drifting out along the cracks in the door and window...

Sabrina's first reaction was that there was a fire in the room. She knew that Tiffany had been lying in the bathroom these days and rarely went out, so she quickly opened the door and rushed in.

The room was filled with smoke, and Sabrina rushed into the bathroom holding her breath, only to find Miss Tiffany leaning over a charred desk, looking at a scroll and giggling.

"Tiffany, are you okay?" Sabrina walked over, looked at Miss Tiffany whose face was covered with black ash, and asked cautiously.

"Sabrina, I finally succeeded this time!" Miss Tiffany said with a smile.

Sabrina breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the bathroom window and opened it as wide as possible.

"Are you drawing a magic scroll? I didn't know...I thought you were going to set the house on fire." Sabrina opened the door and let the wind blow in, taking away the smoke in the room...

"I found several high-grade magic herbs in the warehouse, and I couldn't help but grind them into magic ink..."

"Hey Sabrina, do you know what magic ink I made?"

"The name of this ink is Deep Sea!"

"I also added some spinel powder to the ink to increase the power of the magic ink by at least 30%..."

"It's a pity that only three ice wall scrolls were drawn, and the rest failed. This kind of magic ink is really unstable."

Looking at Sabrina's armored back, Tiffany kept chattering excitedly.

"I'm going to leave these three magic scrolls to Roy, and I finally have a decent gift for him before I leave!" Miss Tiffany looked very happy.

"There isn't even a lake in this place. It's really uncomfortable to stay in the bathtub all day long..."

Miss Tiffany complained softly at the end.

When she heard Miss Tiffany say, 'Before I leave...', Sabrina stopped and her eyes stayed on the dark wall outside the window.

Suddenly realizing that everyone in the adventure group was about to leave the Northern Black Iron Mine, Sabrina couldn't explain how she felt in her heart. She just felt that time passed so fast, so fast that she couldn't even talk to him. A few words and I'm leaving...

Then, Sabrina retracted her somewhat chaotic thoughts, turned around and threw a towel to Miss Tiffany, and pointed to the bronze mirror beside her.

With a smile on her face, Miss Tiffany turned around to look. The smoke in the room dissipated, and a dark face clearly appeared in the mirror opposite.

"ah……"

The scream of the Naga Sea Mermaid directly shattered the glass bottle with a bouquet of flowers on the windowsill. The flowers and water spilled on the windowsill, making it extremely embarrassing.

…

Woods went to the terraces outside the castle every day to check the red berry bushes. He had a very bold idea.

He wants to graft apple branches on these short and low shrubs. These red-berry shrubs are local plants and are very adapted to the climate conditions here. Roy wants to grow apples on the land here, which belongs to the plateau area. , the cold and hard north wind blows all year round, and it is impossible for ordinary apple trees to grow here.

But there is still some feasibility if the root system of red berries is allowed to feed the apple tree.

The only trouble is that the tree won't grow very big and the apples it produces will look like sand apples.

As a druid, he has been working with various mutated plants since he was a child, and is good at matching plants from different families and genera together.

This kind of grafted fruit tree may take two or three years to bear fruit, and then it will be continuously improved to make the fruit more delicious...

During this period, Woods needs to check on the fruit trees frequently, so he will stay.

After looking at these red berry bushes, Woods checked the nearby vegetation on the hillside. Although it was not suitable for planting fruit trees, there was no problem in cultivating some cold-resistant berries.

I heard from Roy that the gray dwarves here are good at cultivating mushrooms, and Woods planned to ask the gray dwarves about this knowledge when they have time.

He brought ten pots of flowers of light to Roy. Unfortunately, two pots of flowers of light died on the way. This kind of flower is a bit too delicate to grow.

The situation of the remaining eight pots is not very optimistic. Woods is planning to build a small sunroom on the top floor of the castle in the past few days.

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The days passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was the last day before the return trip.

Don't delay any longer, otherwise you will miss the registration and course selection before the start of the semester.

Although the entry threshold for Elf Academy is low enough, the academy never accepts transfer students.

This is how elves are, everyone has plenty of time and is never in a hurry...

As they were leaving tomorrow morning, Roy personally checked everyone's horse luggage.

Roy also prepared some gifts to bring to friends in Castletown.

Before leaving, Roy also prepared a sumptuous dinner. The honey apple pie and grilled fish he baked by himself were praised by everyone.

…

The delicious dinner couldn't make Moira feel better. It took her one month and ten days to arrive at Pagisto Plateau in the Partington plane for her second trip. Now she only stayed for a week and was about to leave. Leave in a hurry.

She wanted to stay, but Roy disagreed, thinking it was more important for her to study at the Elf Academy...

She and Roy argued three times about this matter, but unfortunately neither could convince the other.

When she returned to the room, Moira was still a little gloomy, lying on the bed alone and quickly fell asleep.

Miss Tiffany was still lying in the bathtub, and the desk with the burnt tabletop was still beside the bathtub. Miss Tiffany's white lotus-like arms were propped on the desk, and she was holding half a glass of orange wine in her hand. Said to Sabrina who was wiping her heavy armor in front of the mirror:

"Sabrina, you are graduating soon, you should stay and help Roy."

"..."

Sabrina said nothing and continued to wipe the helmet with an oily rag.

She looked towards the bedroom. Moira was lying on the bed, sleeping soundly, with a crystal tear hanging from the corner of her eye, and she shook her head gently.

…

Claire has been composing in her room these days. Although her eyes are red, this 'Eagle Song' is only half completed.

The melody made him a little crazy.

Every time he followed the ethereal melody, he could see the giant golden-eyed eagle in the sky...

When the creative inspiration comes, I can’t stop it.

Claire really wanted to write the second half, but unfortunately she didn’t have enough time.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Claire wanted to finish the piece and let Roy be the first listener. Unfortunately, Claire was never satisfied with the second half of the piece.

‘Tuk Tuk Tuk’

Claire lowered her head, immersed in the score, and didn't even notice that the door was pushed open from the outside.

Roy walked in with a bottle of orange wine. He took out two glasses from the cabinet, then walked to Claire's table, put the wine glasses on the table, opened the cork of the orange wine, and poured the sweet orange wine into in the cup.

The sound of orange wine flowing into the glass made Claire wake up.

"You... Roy, why are you here?"

"Before I leave, I'm going to have a drink with you!" Roy pushed the wine glass filled with orange wine in front of Claire. He smiled and took a sip of the wine and said, "How is the composition of this Eagle Song going? ?”

"This is not called creation at all. I just use the melody you gave me to make it more perfect..."

Claire picked up the wine glass with red eyes and drank the sweet wine in the glass into her stomach.

This idea has been lingering in Claire's heart. He had told Roy before that later he also wanted to compose some songs based on his own ability. Unfortunately, he wrote more than a dozen songs in a row without success.

Now he travels all the way to the Pagistok Plateau to seek a melody from Roy, also in preparation for the annual music festival.

"I'm just telling you some of the melodies I heard, and I haven't been able to retell them completely. Many times I need you to polish them carefully again. Do you think I am a creator?" Roy spread his hands, his expression Somewhat innocent.

Claire was also a little stunned.

This is not the first time Roy has said this, but every time she hears Roy say this, Claire always feels a little more at ease.

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In the night, the north wind is biting.

The howling wind blew through the cracks in the rocks, making a whining sound.

There are no high mountains to the north of the Edas Snow Mountain. The three snow peaks in the southern part of the Gasi Mountains are like a barrier, blocking most of the cold wind from the north of the Pajisto Plateau.

The plateau headhunters came over from a mountain pass. They were covered in furry animal skins and tied with leather ropes. They carried spears behind their backs and a war blade around their waists. They held a plate in their other hand. sheep.

They did not dare to ride the argali when crossing the mountains at night, otherwise they would easily be carried by the argali to some cliffs, and it would be very troublesome to climb down.

These headhunters were driven to the land of their ancestors by the Silver Pegasus warriors, and were beaten until they could only hide in caves.

This time they came out of the mountains again, preparing to launch a revenge operation against the elves on the Pagisto Plateau.

In front of them is the southern end of the Gasai Mountains. The headhunters know that there are several black iron mines here. They are familiar with the various mines on the Pajisto Plateau. Usually, they will be caught by the mixed-blood elves and sell them to the mines. In the field, exchange for some metal ingots to forge weapons.

Now these mines have been captured by the Silver Moon Elves, so this group of headhunters are preparing to take back these mines...

With a click, a headhunter fell off the argali and rolled several times on the hillside before he stabilized his body.

The argali hung one leg from the animal trap and lay on the ground whining continuously.

The headhunter who followed from behind took out the war blade from his waist and cut off the argali's head with one knife. Then he took out the water bag from his waist and collected the blood that came out of the argali's neck into the water bag.

The headhunter behind led the argali sheep and continued to move forward.

The headhunter who fell to the ground turned over and returned to the team, cursing.

Among the black mountains, a group of headhunters walked toward the Aidas Snow Mountain in the south against the wind.

And the castle at the foot of the snow-capped mountains became increasingly clear in the eyes of these headhunters.

The headhunters began to become restless. They did not make any noise and even tied the argali sheep together, not wanting them to continue moving forward.

The headhunters began to gather in a rocky area.

It wasn't until the rocky area was crowded with headhunters that they rushed out of the rocky area and headed towards the black iron mine castle in the darkness.

When the headhunters came to the fish-scale terraces built with stones in front of the castle, they quickly climbed up in the way they were most familiar with.

It's just that there are a lot of ropes hung on these stone walls, with iron rods hanging on one end of the ropes.

The headhunters stumbled on these ropes, and the iron rods made a clanging sound in the dark night...

In the howling north wind, the sound of the iron rods hitting each other was extremely harsh.

…

The mixed-blood elf warriors on the castle heard the alarm bells below the castle and immediately woke up their companions who were napping in the shelter.

Then he picked up the torch from behind the city wall, lit the rocket in his hand, and his companion fired the rocket. The rockets drew beautiful trajectories in the night sky and landed on the hillside one after another.

The headhunters who were climbing up the terraces were exposed one after another under the irradiation of dozens of rockets.

"It's a headhunter..."

The mixed-blood elf warriors on the city wall shouted at the top of their lungs.