Chapter 1726: The Blizzard

A snowstorm was raging that night.

The ancient and fortified citadel of Snowfrost City stood in the midst of the snowstorm like a proud guard on the first sentry in front of Gorgon's Abyss. It faced the cold wind and kept out the storm from the plains, but the howling of the cold wind was still able to penetrate through the gaps in the walls into the fortress city. The sound twisted through the walls and the magic barrier into a deep whimper, echoing in the outermost streets of the fortress city.

It was probably difficult for outsiders to sleep peacefully on such a night. Even the tough Northerners were irritated by the cries circling outside the city. They saw the hovering sounds over the land as ominous, therefore, the taverns on the outermost streets lit their brightest lights, and liquor was carried to the table, melting into courage and heat in the patrons' veins.