Months ago, Grand Mage Jurgen Locke suddenly lost contact.
Thus, the Supreme Mage issued an order.
Send twelve direct Silver-faced Mages to the Northern Territory to find out the truth.
Target: the Northern Territory border and the ruins of the northern tribes.
Due to the vast location, the twelve of them were divided into four teams, searching separately.
This was initially seen as an easy mission, just finding a person...
At least, everyone thought so at the beginning.
But reality quickly taught these determined Silver-faced Mages what "clueless" really meant.
The wind in the icy land was cold, and the clues even colder.
Weeks passed by in the blink of an eye, no ruins, no bodies, not even a trace of lingering magic power was found.
"This place is increasingly like a dead end." Lei Xi'er frowned at the map, casually igniting a ball of magic flame at his feet.
The three of them sat by the campfire near the creek, munching on dried food with expressionless faces.
