bookrandom Chapter 307 Ice Wind Mill
Chapter 307 Ice Wind Mill
It was pitch dark in Icewind Mill.
A burst of silvery light appeared on the ground, suddenly illuminating the wide mill for a moment, and then returned to darkness.
"Are we there yet?" a voice whispered in the darkness accompanied by rustling sounds.
"Squeaky, creaky--" a rough sound suddenly rang out.
"who--!"
Having just been teleported here from a quiet little village, Lilith and her group were startled by the sudden sound. Everyone hurriedly turned on the lighting spell and looked towards the place where the sound came from.
"Tsk, you scared me!" Sean breathed a sigh of relief. The light gave him confidence. He let go of the gargoyle that he had just hugged tightly and laughed at him, "Look at you young masters and young ladies. Don't you even know what the windmill is doing?"
The north wind was howling. Even though there was no one around, the huge millstone was still driven by the power of the windmill above and was turning diligently. The creaking sound of the wood turning increased and decreased with the change in wind speed, as if this building was playing a piece of music in the dark that no one appreciated.
"Who said they haven't seen a mill? But the one near my home is a water mill. They are all built by the river, right Jaina?" Lulu held up the light and looked at the tirelessly spinning millstone, her eyes full of amazement. It looked much more imposing than a water mill.
"Yes, I have only seen a water mill." Jaina nodded. She looked up and saw that it was like a tall tower. It was dark above and she couldn't see the top, but she could hear the whistling sound of the turning blades above her head.
Lilith had already walked to the edge of the windmill, which was directly connected to a huge warehouse filled with sacks of burlap. There was a mixture of soil, sunlight, and a faint aroma of old grains. Lilith thought about it, and still pulled one open, holding up the light and looking over. Sure enough -
In order to better store the grains in the sacks, they were not shelled, and they showed a natural golden luster under the light. In the girl's fair palm, it was like a handful of broken gold, which made people happy just by looking at it.
"Wow..." Jaina came over to take a look, picked up a grain and crushed the shell, revealing the brown rice with light yellow husks inside, which was large and plump. "This grain is really good quality! Uh, put it away quickly, Lilith, otherwise we might be mistaken for grain thieves..."
"Hehe, I'm not afraid!" Lilith giggled and felt relieved. She finally found the place. Part of the food that she and Catherine had grown was stored here. She should be able to see Catherine and Leila soon.
"--What a hell." Lucas stood at the entrance of the mill with Ian, looking at the darkness outside and said in a deep voice.
In order to better utilize the power of wind, the Ice Wind Mill was built on a very high hill. Looking down from here, one could vaguely see dozens of small houses clustered together under the hill in the moonlight. But at this moment, just like the small village they encountered before, there was no light in the dark windows.
Ian didn't say anything. He turned around and pushed open a small house next to the gate. There was a gatehouse at the entrance of the mill, which seemed to be where the guard lived on weekdays. He pushed open the wooden door that was not closed tightly and was banging in the cold wind. There was no one inside. There was some leftover food on the table and some unfinished water in the cup.
Lucas knocked on the wheat cake he had eaten; it was cold and hard. He picked up the cup and shook it, and the water droplets in it immediately splashed out - the water had not yet frozen.
Lucas felt something was wrong and looked at Ian, and the man didn't leave for long.
"I've never heard that the people of Ozler have the custom of playing hide-and-seek with visitors." Lucas looked at his companions in the house who were still observing the mill's transmission shafts and gears with curiosity, and whispered to Ian.
Ian nodded, looked at the dark area outside the door again, and closed the heavy door of the mill again.
"Something is wrong here. We have to take turns to keep watch. That gargoyle was unreliable in the Magic Swamp Forest." Ian looked back at the gargoyle squatting beside the mill in a daze, then turned around and discussed with Lucas in a low voice, "Let's explore the surrounding area at dawn tomorrow to see if there are other teleportation arrays."
Lucas nodded, went back and announced the action plan to everyone. After all, they had been walking for a whole day, and even if he didn't say anything, they were too lazy to walk down the hill. One by one, they took out their sleeping bags and spread them out on the spot.
"But we really can't light a fire. It's high and empty here and it's really cold." Bobby just lay down and then got up again to complain.
"Unless you want everyone to be blown to death together." Jaina was almost asleep, but she still warned vigilantly when she heard the words - she had been warned by adults since she was a child that there must be no open flames in the mill.
"Tsk, you magicians aren't afraid of the cold... Then I'd better sleep with you." Bobby squeezed into Sean's sleeping bag despite Sean's loud rejection, and said shamelessly, "Hey, good brother, I will definitely repay you!"
However, by midnight, he had forgotten this kindness.
"Bobby, Bobby..." Sean whispered, "Um, do you want to go to the bathroom together?"
"Tsk, how old are you? You still need to go to the bathroom together-" Bobby rolled over and muttered, "Besides, I don't have any goods, so go by yourself."
After that, he refused to say a word no matter how Sean shouted at him.
Sean kicked him angrily, but the other party still pretended to be dead, so he had to get up, open a crack in the door and squeeze out. Fortunately, the moonlight outside was like water, brighter than inside. His fear dissipated a little, and he walked away from the mill.
"Hiss, it's so cold!" Sean was shivering, and even his hands that were trying to unbuckle his belt were a little out of control.
“Squeak, creak, creak—”
Another rough voice sounded.