Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Lynn wasn't teleported to the North to suffer here; he was there to begin his next mission.

There's no point in teleporting back to the academy now; it's just a waste of magic stones to teleport back and forth. It's better to just start the next quest and turn in all the quests together later.

Hmm... This is also an experience Lynn summarized from playing games in his previous life: reduce map running time and maximize efficiency.

When the white light faded, Lynn was already standing on another teleportation array.

The temperature here was significantly colder than in other places he had visited.

Although the Storm Mountains, the location of the previous mission, are constantly swept by howling winds, the climate is relatively normal. However, ordinary people cannot withstand the erosion of the storms there.

The cold here wasn't just ordinary; it was the kind of chill that could penetrate to the bone, making even breathing painful.

It is difficult for ordinary people to adapt to this kind of cold.

Of course, this natural cold was not a big deal for Lynn. If he could feel the cold, this place would have become a dead zone long ago.

Lynn looked up and surveyed his surroundings.

This was a very small teleportation hall, more rudimentary than any he had ever seen.

The stone walls were mottled, the ground was uneven, and the teleportation array was only the size of an ordinary room.

Several oil lamps were lit inside the hall, their flames flickering in the wind that seemed to have somehow gotten in.

A round-faced person was sitting in front of the control panel.

The man was wrapped in a thick cotton coat, and over it was a bulging wizard's robe, the surface of which faintly revealed the luster of constant temperature runes and heating runes.

He huddled in the chair, holding a steaming cup in both hands, muttering something under his breath.

"This godforsaken place is freezing," he muttered, tucking the cup into his coat, trying to keep it warm with his body heat.

"I must have had the worst luck in the world to be assigned to this godforsaken place, sitting here at this shabby table all day, drinking this bland tea, with no one to talk to."

He recalled several of his fellow students who had entered the school with him; one of them had been assigned to guard a teleportation hall in a southern city.

The place has a spring-like climate all year round, and the streets are bustling with people. It is said that there is also a night market.

"Why should I...? There's not even a place selling hot soup around here..."

He looked up at the gray sky outside the window, his Adam's apple bobbing, his heart filled with anticipation:

"Next time you switch shifts, please give me a nice place, preferably Warm Breeze Town in the south. The taverns there serve warm mead, and the shops sell sweet cakes. Wouldn't it be better to stay there comfortably than here in the cold wind?"

Hearing the sound of the teleportation array, the person looked up, paused for a moment, and then stood up abruptly, almost dropping the cup.

He hurriedly stuffed the cup under the chair, straightened his thick cotton coat, and adopted a respectful posture.

"grown ups!"

He was a bit clumsy; his clothes were too thick, and even bending over was difficult.

Lynn walked over from the teleportation array and glanced at the badge on his chest.

A silver ice crystal pattern is the symbol of the Eternal Ice Tomb.

Lynn had heard of this academy; it was slightly inferior to the Bone Spire, but still one of the top powers.

The wizards there pursue absolute zero and eternal stillness, and deal with ice and snow year-round.

Logically speaking, this apprentice comes from the Eternal Ice Tomb, and the environment here is perfect for his cultivation. As long as he works hard, the cultivation effect will be better than in other places.

But clearly, this person, like Horn, is a hedonist who only wants to be a lowly teleportation steward.

The apprentice straightened up, his gaze falling on Lynn's wizard robes.

He examined the style of the robe and the snake pattern on it carefully, and his eyes changed noticeably. The Bone Spire was a true wizard!

He bent his back even lower.

"Sir, you've come from afar. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Do you know the exact location of the Frost Giant Wolf King?

The apprentice paused for a moment, then replied, "I've only just arrived here on duty and don't know..."

"Never mind then..."

Lynn interrupted him and walked straight out of the hall.

The apprentice stood there, bowing, until Lynn's figure disappeared through the doorway, before daring to straighten up.

He let out a long sigh and wiped his forehead, though he wasn't sweating much in such cold weather.

"A formal wizard of the Bone Spire... why come here when there are plenty of other places to enjoy life..."

"Looks like that Frost Giant Wolf King is in for trouble..."

He muttered to himself, then shrank back into his chair and picked up the cup of tea that was no longer very hot.

If it doesn't concern me, I'll stay out of it. Just guard our teleportation array. Later, I'll get someone to properly repair this house; it's not keeping the house warm at all...

Outside the teleportation hall lies another world.

The sky was grayish-white, the ground was white, even the distant mountains were white, and snowflakes were being swept up by the fierce wind.

Lynn stood at the entrance of the teleportation hall, his gaze sweeping over the so-called "city".

It's called a city, but it's really just a few dozen stone houses crammed together, forming a circle that can barely provide shelter from the wind.

The house was low, with small windows and thick animal skin curtains hanging on the doors.

The streets were almost deserted, with only a few figures bundled up tightly hurrying by, carrying things in their arms, heads down, disappearing quickly behind a curtain.

There were a few makeshift stalls made of stones, selling frozen dried fish, animal hides, grease and the like.

The stall owner huddled behind his stall, only his eyes showing, staring blankly at Lynn as she passed by.

There are no shops, no taverns, no inns here.

The people living here are all struggling to survive.

In the distance, scattered across the snowfield are some white domes—those are igloos, the dwellings of the indigenous people.

These people are called Inuit. They are extremely cold-resistant and live by hunting seals, ice beasts, and fishing.

They don't usually live in the city; they only come in when they need to exchange goods.

Lynn withdrew his gaze and raised his hand to beckon.

The bone eagle flew out of the undead space and landed in front of him. When its bone wings unfolded, they brought up a gust of wind, scattering the surrounding snow in all directions.

The stall owners shrank back, a hint of fear in their eyes.

But they didn't make any extra moves.

My body is stiff, I'm too lazy to move.

Lynn flipped himself onto the bone eagle.

The bone eagle flapped its wings and took off, carrying him toward the permafrost wasteland to the north.

Below is endless white.

Snowfields, glaciers, and the occasional glimpse of black rocks.

The wind whistled in his ears, and snowflakes rushed towards him, but they were all blocked by the spiritual energy field on his body.

Lynn retrieved the mission information from the communication tablet.

The mission location is marked vaguely: central part of the frozen wasteland, the area where the Frost Giant Wolf King is found.

This kind of "extensive search" task is the most troublesome. The ice field is so vast, and the wolf pack is constantly moving around. He doesn't know how long it would take him to find it on his own.

Fortunately, the location of the tribe that posted the quest was clear, so Lynn decided to go to the tribe that posted the quest and ask them first.

According to the mission description, the tribe is called the "Ice Fang Tribe," and it is the largest indigenous settlement on this ice field.

They have made their living by hunting for many years, so they should know the recent movements of the wolf pack.