Thump!
Thump!
The loud and dull sound of the collision echoed in the forest for a long time, like the Thunder before a storm. But unlike the Thunder, this sound did not come from the sky, but from the depths of the forest.
The wine monkey stopped and timidly pointed to the front."Luan 'er! The man with the sharp axe! Osmanthus wine!"
Zhang Zian and the Elfins followed behind the monkeys. After walking for about half an hour, they could clearly feel the temperature dropping rapidly.
The leaves of the Laurel tree here were withered and yellow, and the trunk was covered with a thin layer of frost. The fallen leaves on the ground were very crisp when stepped on, and white gas accompanied every breath.
Although the moon was small, it wasn't so small that it would take half a day to reach the North Pole. Thus, from all the signs, the vast cold Palace was already very close. The first to bear the brunt would be Wu Gang, who was cutting down trees.
