Wachter.
The old man was stubborn and extreme, and he was abstinent and never revealed his true feelings.
He stood in front of the bar in the tavern, cursing loudly, and his broken heart kept pouring out his depression.
The waiter was very sensible.
He put away the tablecloth and walked to the other side of the L-shaped bar to take care of other idle guests.
In fact, no one would care about him.
The bar was originally a place to get drunk, buy courage, and buy relief. Emotional loss of control is the norm here.
[Series of tasks: Depression becomes disease (II)]
[Progress: Completed]
Most of Wachter's long-winded nonsense was about Arthur's growth, from a skinny orphan in the slums to the most diligent and sensible apprentice in the workshop.
Several winters passed.
The lonely spirit craftsman finally had someone to accompany him. He was simple-minded. In addition to the pursuit of craftsmanship, he only cared about Arthur.
Rather than saying it was a teacher, it was better to say it was a father and son.
Wachter, who is not good at talking, and Arthur, who is introverted, both have their own stubbornness and secrets.
Kane put down the empty wine glass and looked at the spirit craftsman who kept talking next to him.
His apprentice was seriously injured and was in a state of panic, and he even did not hesitate to touch the weapon order.
Who could have thought?
When Arthur was infected, he was basically in a state of madness and had no memory. Wachter was not a talkative person, so Arthur didn't know the twists and turns at all, let alone the teacher's efforts and decisions.
The adolescent child wanted to go out and make a living, and his willful nonsense hurt the heart of the "old father".
"Where is Arthur? Maybe I can talk to him for you."
Wachter sobbed, his tears were full of loss and helplessness, and he even blamed himself a little - not being able to teach Arthur, as a teacher, as a craftsman pursuing craftsmanship, is simply a fatal knot in his heart.
"He's in the Everfreeze Falls. I haven't been in there, but the guy who taught Arthur is there."
...
It was just past noon.
The commercial street was still quiet.
Ken helped the drunken Wachel out of the tavern. The strongest wine was indeed as good as its reputation. Fortunately, it wasn't him who tried it.
He originally wanted to send Wachel to the workshop.
But he thought that the other party would come out to get drunk in broad daylight, so he definitely didn't need to work, or in other words, he didn't have any orders at all.
Ken sent Wachel back to the brick house.
He took out the iron ring key from the spirit craftsman's pocket, carried the strong drunk old man upstairs, put him on the bed, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
[Series of tasks: Arthur's teacher (three)]
[Progress: unlimited time]
[Description: Go to the Everfreeze Falls and persuade Arthur to return to the Duva tribe and reconcile with his master. ]
Ken walked out of the village and returned to the camp. He called Kuima, who was in charge of the recruitment, and the two rode on the wolf and rushed towards the distant peak.
When he first arrived, he was amazed by the magic of nature.
The three ancient furnaces of the Duwa tribe were rebuilt from underground volcanoes. Connected to this mountain range is the [Permafrost Waterfall]. The ice that never melts all year round still maintains the original appearance of waves.
Ken rode the wolf and ran.
Recalling the scene when he first saw it from afar, when Burke had just been brought back, he apologized to Mag for his prejudice.
The Permafrost Waterfall separated [Sandunkaya] and [Duwa Village].
This is a peak that cannot be crossed on foot. Frost and fog shroud it, and there is no place to stand on the top like an ice knife.
According to Wachler's introduction, he turned at a little-known fork in the road, knocked open the ice wall that looked like a cliff, and a small path appeared that could be moved forward again.
The space inside was vast, the road was rugged, and monsters and birds were circling in the air.
There were signs of human activity here.
The soft soil was turned up, and the undead inside seemed to have awakened long ago. The dried blood and torn clothes made it possible to imagine what Arthur had encountered.
"I'm so lucky that I can still get back home alive."
Waucher had never been in.
The clues were broken.
Ken could only expand his gray vision, and with the help of the remaining traces, he compared the old and new footprints and slowly found a broken ice mouth.
The mount was left here to guard.
He and Kuima jumped in, crawled in the winding tunnel, and felt like they were walking deep into the waterfall.
"Is this direction...gradually downward?"
Ken took a deep breath and found that there was plenty of oxygen and the end was not blocked at all.
He and Kuima groped carefully, and when they walked out of the long and desperate ice road, they felt a sense of relief.
In front of them was a cave as huge as a palace.
This place is deep underground, and the wind outlet is in the crack at the top. There is nothing but ice and dark hard soil around. There are serious erosion marks on the mottled walls.
[Location: Ancient Workshop Ruins]
Ken and Kuima looked at each other for a moment, kept quiet, and slowly walked into the depths.
The ice crystals constantly reflected the light from nowhere, casting a dim blue filter around.
There is a general outline, but the details cannot be seen clearly.
There are more and more artificial traces.
Ken held the edge with his hand and touched the broken column. The bottom of his feet was a floor tile with complicated patterns. No matter the craftsmanship or the pattern, it was completely different from Duwa Village.
[What you see belongs to an era that has long been lonely. ]
He opened his gray vision and looked up:
The huge mechanism and hook, like the veins of the heart, crisscrossed between the soil and ice.
The container and the furnace had long been abandoned and damaged. There were scratches on the ice, forming incomplete inscriptions and magic circles. Together, they looked like an altar that had been magnified countless times. Who could have drawn such terrible power?
"Mother Winter, even the ancient furnaces were not so shocking. Who could build and use them?"
"Dwarves."
Ken answered solemnly.
According to his memory and notes:
In the most glorious era of the dwarves, in order to prove their skills and integrate the power and wisdom of the entire tribe, they left seven works on the continent of Oshua that were said to conquer time - the furnace heritage.
And the [Eternal Frozen Wall] that demarcated the territory of [Palotusbi] is one of them.
"We should be in awe. Here, a part of the wall may have been built."
"Mother Winter bless you."
Quima's scalp tingled.
He made a simple prayer.
The "Old God Era" was even older than the "Dwarf Era", and he was a believer of Mother Winter. Thinking this way, he could barely suppress the insignificance in his heart.
Ken strode forward.
He found a fire at the end of the corridor.
On the walls on both sides, the carved patterns became more and more vivid, and the empty holes were once inlaid with countless gorgeous and precious gems.
They walked around the corner and stepped into the broken door.
The glimmer was spread by the snowflake-shaped dome on the top, and the haziness and bright spots enveloped the entire rectangular hall.
The towering sculptures of craftsmen surrounded the surrounding area. Most of them had been damaged, and a small part was frozen in ice and escaped. The square bricks on the ground were extremely hard. If they could be knocked down, they would also be very powerful weapons to defeat the enemy.
In the center of the ruins, a bonfire was burning in the ruins of the circular fountain.
Arthur sat in the middle of the steps, quietly looking at the two people at the entrance. There was still unused firewood in the suitcase next to him.
Ken strode forward, his eyes showing indifference and dissatisfaction.
Arthur couldn't hold back, avoiding his sight with a guilty conscience, and when the two sides were only ten steps away, he hastily asked: "How did you find this place?"
He spoke without confidence.
"I have never told anyone about the secrets here."
This sentence seemed to be explaining to someone.
Ken continued to move forward and pushed him away with a rude attitude, as if he was treating an ungrateful, willful and arrogant child.
Arthur rolled down the steps, exposing the shadow behind him.
The dirty shadow laughed "chuckled", and a crisp chewing sound came from the air, as if some fruit turned into crumbs in the mouth.
The low and vicissitudes of life voice echoed in the dim and empty hall.
"I heard that you cured the hunter?"