There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game-Chapter 823 - 693 Catalina
Chapter 823 -693 Catalina
They retraced their steps along the route they had come from, mainly because that position was closer to the Far North Mountain Range, and more importantly, they were familiar with the route.
Catalina followed the group in silence the entire way, so quiet that she almost blended into the wind and snow, barely noticeable, only occasionally glancing at Xu Shuo’s position.
Just as Xu Shuo was about to forcefully open the space using his old method.
Catalina finally spoke unhappily: “Let me do it, your way would damage the Power of Faith of the Holy Land.”
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Upon hearing this, Xu Shuo did not argue with her about this point.
Apart from the Power of Wind and Snow, the Ice and Snow Elves’ mastery of Void Magic is also quite good; one could say that on the entire continent, aside from the Holy See of Light, it’s the Elf Clan’s Magical Power that is the most formidable.
This time, the Ice and Snow Elves not only actively opened up the Void Barrier of the Floating Island but also built an ice bridge outside.
The bridge directly connects to the mountain range.
This bridge is about ten feet wide.
Although there are no railings on either side, and the fierce snowstorm continues to whip against their faces, and the ice seems slippery as if they could fall at any moment.
It almost seemed like the Ice and Snow Elf wanted to take the opportunity to kill them.
But still, everyone walked on steadily.
This time, as they walked in the air without rushing, Zuo Fang had the leisure to observe the ice plains below, trying to discern something from his own palpitations.
However, he still couldn’t discern anything.
Until the four of them walked back to the previous peak uneventfully, nothing had happened.
Then, atop the peak, they saw a small mound piled up with layers of snow.
“Whoa! Has she already died?”
Zuo Fang quickly stepped forward, digging through the snow pile.
Then, probably feeling that digging by hand was too slow, he lifted his Knight’s Sword and swung a Sword Qi, instantly scattering the thick layer of snow, revealing a girl curled up below.
When they left previously, Xu Shuo had left Sola here, and also casually left behind a Shield Magic.
But that magic had a time limit.
If the magical energy was depleted before they returned, it would become like it is now—the snow directly burying the person completely.
The time they were away was actually not long.
But the snow here was too fierce, so in a short time, it had piled up to about ten feet high, a particularly noticeable snow mound appearing directly.
As Zuo Fang checked the person, Catalina looked at the girl with tightly closed eyes and suddenly frowned.
“Another Mixed-blood Elf, it must be by these people that you found our Holy Land of Elves,” she snorted coldly.
“Yes and no,” Xu Shuo smiled.
“The Church of Light really is cunning.”
Catalina said with some disdain.
The Far North Mountain Range is a natural barrier; within it, there are also some magic barriers created by the Elves, and most people who enter will get lost in the endless snow-capped mountains, rarely finding this ice field.
Since ancient times, those outsiders who have found the Holy Land of Elves were either exceptionally talented or guided by bloodlines.
And those who have guidance are naturally the mixed-blood descendants of Elves.
The Ice and Snow Elves, in particular, have always loathed and detested the mixed-bloods because they feel that foreign bloodlines contaminate the Elves’ supremely pure blood and are a desecration of the Sacred Tree of the Elves, which nurtures them.
As for those Elves who mated with other races, some were permanently banished (fled), while others were sacrificed to the Sacred Tree of the Elves.
Love between different races has always been a path full of thorns and sorrow throughout history.
Catalina neither understands nor favors those Elves who flee.
And now she even believes—it’s the presence of these mixed-blood Elves that has exposed their Holy Land of Elves and brought the people of the Church of Light here, leading to the current situation.
Thus, at this moment, her gaze towards Sola is particularly icy and filled with loathing.
If it were just the two of them at the scene.
She would have probably already taken action.
As someone dutifully playing the role of a tool, Zuo Fang lifted Sola horizontally, preparing to continue their journey with her in tow.
Then he turned his head and saw the Ice and Snow Elf watching him with a sinister gaze…in his hand.
That gaze was so murderous it even affected him.
Zuo Fang’s lips twitched.
Then, pretending to mutter but actually speaking loudly, he remarked, “Tsk tsk, such arrogance. Disdaining human bloodlines on one hand, yet craving human faith on the other, truly the epitome of eating from a bowl and cursing it afterwards.”
Although he didn’t directly name names.
But the Ice and Snow Elf paused upon hearing this, turned the phrase over in his mind, and seemed to understand.
Catalina’s face immediately darkened.
“What do you mean?!” she exclaimed furiously.
“Ah, such heavy snow~”
Zuo Fang looked around and, holding onto himself, walked ahead, blatantly ignoring her fury.
But Catalina was probably the type to get angrier the more she thought about it.
Unable to regain face from him, she felt increasingly unpleasant, so she immediately directed her anger towards Xu Shuo standing beside her.
Catalina coldly said, “Is this the chivalry of the Knights of the Holy See of Light today? I’ve really seen it now!”
Xu Shuo nodded in agreement: “He really lacks knightly spirit, please forgive him, Executor of Dawn.”
Catalina: “…”
This statement choked her up.
She wanted to continue speaking but didn’t know what to say, yet saying nothing also felt wrong; the cold weather was making her head boil with anger!
But the three of them had already moved on by themselves, and Catalina, after standing still and fuming for a while, could only reluctantly follow.
She maintained a distance from the people ahead, as if they were from two different worlds, inherently incompatible with each other.
Catalina had never left the Holy Land of Elves, but now, looking at this endless wind and snow and the continuous mountain ranges of ice and snow, it seemed there was no difference between the outside world and the Floating Island.
The wind, snow, and cold did not make the elf feel uncomfortable; on the contrary, this was the most comfortable environment for them.
But those elves who escaped the Holy Land of Elves and mingled with humans on the mainland had another story to tell.
They said they liked the outside world’s resplendence.
They even grew fond of the sun’s scorching heat.
With this in mind, Catalina subconsciously looked at the young man walking ahead of her.
Her gaze landed on his silvery white hair.
Maybe it was because he was a Light Envoy, but under the bright moonlight, his hair strands seemed to faintly shine, complementing the silvery white of the mountain snow.
But just as Catalina was quietly assessing him, suddenly, a wave of heart-pounding panic surged up without warning.
She stiffened and stopped in her tracks.
The Ice and Snow Elf’s eyes slightly widened, the white pupils shrinking and becoming as sharp as a wild animal’s, radiating a chilling coldness.
Catalina’s expression was one of terror.
That moment she even forgot about the people ahead and turned around to run back abruptly, her slender and frail form instantly turning into a streak of silver light, leaving behind only frosty traces of ice and snow on the path.
Her action was not a headlong flight, but that returning figure was filled with panic.
The people walking ahead naturally noticed her movement and also stopped in their tracks, turning around with a hint of surprise.
Xu Shuo stared at that disappearing figure.
The silver hair illuminated by the moonlight seemed to be wrapped in a faint glimmer, his face and body as if veiled in a soft mist, and under this ethereal light, the young man’s features appeared tender and gentle.
He quietly watched the Ice and Snow Elf leave, his eyes devoid of any ulterior motives or fulfilled schemes.
Just as calm as the ice and snow covering the mountains.
The night was deep, but the moonlight was very bright.
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