The Cold Roses Expedition!
The 1650 people that were dreaming of the north were now experiencing all sorts of sufferings.
The first scouting party suffered a large ice storm as soon as they got to Ras Hill.
A natural disaster on the Versailles Continent!
The architects took out their shovels and started digging in the middle of the ice storm. It was not very easy to dig through the ice at all. However it was better to work hard instead of dying. The rest of the expedition used their weapons to dig into the ground. However, some of the expedition just stood around watching the ice storm.
“The storm lifts thick pile of snow off the ground into the air.”
“So that explains why pieces of ice and snow are falling from the sky.”
“The ice storm is created even though the sky is clear. So this is an ice and snow storm?”
The wind was gradually increasing, so they calmly waited for the ice storm to approach.
“Protect the body from the cold and prevent them from losing body warmth. Frost resistance!”
Wizards used protection magic.
“I did not think the first thing we would face would be an ice storm.”
“Since I came all the way to the north, there are bound to be good memories.”
“It’ll be a wonderful adventure story that I’ll be proud and willing to tell others.”
Their unknown confidence wasn’t based on anything.
Meanwhile artists, craftsmen, and the majority of the warriors from the expedition hid inside the pit.
“Ack, its cold!”
The cold caused their teeth to chatter!
Gaston could feel the northern chill even though he dug a hole. After a few moments, he caught a glimpse of the turmoil on the ground level.
“Well, this storm…doesn’t it look a bit dangerous? It’s still coming closer and it has tremendous power. The ground is shaking!”
“The wind is rapidly increasing!”
“The temperature is rapidly decreasing.”
“Ice shards! Ahhhh! Ice shards are incoming!”
“Halryun! Halryun is dead!”
“Ah! Help me!”
The terrifying ice storm swept across the Northern Expedition’s vanguard on the Ras Hill.
The cold wind and the ice stacked on repeatedly.
About 4 hours!
The expedition dug holes and had to wait hours in the cold.
Crackle crackle!
Even though Gaston dug a hole, he suffered a severe cold.
He was barely even alive. Most of the artists and craftsmen were weak and they caught colds so they died.
Most of the expedition did not know about the dangers of the north and that they would face something like this.