It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

Sibyl Constantine's words seemed to have a great magic that made him shudder.

"That's right, this is the place we're looking for, the "city beyond the north wind" where the ancient Hiberilians lived! "

"It...really exists? It's not just a story, not a legendary ancient city, but a real country and civilization?"

Gracie's spirit was greatly shocked. He didn't really believe in the existence of this city until ten seconds ago. Is it really possible to breed civilization in a polar region like this?

The sound of shattered cognition and common sense made him feel dizzy, followed by unparalleled excitement.In the records of the ancient Greeks, the existence of Hiberia can even be juxtaposed with the sunken Atlantis. It is a legendary city that existed thousands or even tens of thousands of years ago.

As a scholar of ancient language studies, the existence of civilizations and their languages ​​beyond historical records is enough to overthrow all the frameworks he has studied and even accepted as his creed in the past 20 years.

For a scholar, this is both the destruction and rebirth of the world.

Chapter 56 The Road of Sacrifice

Compared to Gracie's incoherent speech, Sibylah, whose gaze was a little hot, was calm and strange.

The young man originally thought that the person who was inextricably linked to the Dutch fleet and launched this polar expedition in search of ancient Hiberrier would be more excited.

Just when he felt a little strange, Sibylah finished printing the patterns and symbols on the corner of the stone pillar, and she put away the ink and parchment.

The scorching heat in her eyes gradually subsided, and Miss Scholar's eyes dimmed. She stroked a groove on the stone wall with her fingers, her expression focused as if she was attending a funeral.

"They also came here back then...this is a mark engraved by one of them."

"Unexpectedly, after so many years, I still have the opportunity to see this kind of thing."

Under her finger, a nick corroded by the wind could be vaguely seen. At first, Gracie thought it was a pattern or writing left by the ancient Hiberriers, but compared to those ancient imprints, he seemed too brand new .

Recognized from the shape, it is vaguely a letter "A".Sibylah recalled someone on that team 30 years ago, who was always keen to inscribe his own alphabetic symbols on inaccessible Jedi to prove that he had been there.

The energetic female explorer appeared in front of her again. Sibyl wanted to comment on this lack of quality behavior or habitually laughed at it, but realized that this habit was more than 30 years ago. It's over.

She shook her head, training with some vague memory to give a hint.

"Since Barents' team has come here, we should still be able to find some things they left behind. There is still some time to act today, just look for it, it shouldn't be too far away."

Rationally, Gracie doesn't think they can still find too many traces left by the predecessors in such a place after more than [-] years. Even if there were, they should have been buried by ice and snow.

But he climbed up to the high place and began to look at the surrounding scene.In addition to the hopeless search, he also felt that there should be more than one stone pillar nearby. Maybe he could roughly restore the road leading to the center of Sybril from the arrangement of architectural remains.

Looking from a high place, the scene in front of her made Gracie feel strange.

"God...is it my eyesight?"

Although it is only separated by a cliff, it is incomprehensible that there are quite tall woody plants in the mountains here.Pieces of dwarf birch are distributed on the ridge, their branches and leaves are strange silvery white, just like the artworks carved from ice and snow.

If a biologist or an expert in meteorology sees this scene, he will definitely feel that he is dreaming.Under the polar climate conditions, at most, only moss plants such as arctic flowers can grow, and even shrubs that are below the knee can hardly survive in this kind of place.

Or, even as a layman, people who only have a little superficial understanding because of their adventure experience will find this unreasonable at all.

In addition, he also found several crooked huge stone pillars, some of them are tens of meters high, even taller than the stone pillars that are connected to the mountain peak under his feet.Even the smallest is no less than ten meters in length and weighs over hundreds of tons.

This irregular distribution method made it difficult for Gracie to distinguish the purpose of the stone pillars, not to mention that they were too big, like the things that the legendary giants would use to build their temples—wait a minute, temples?

These stone pillars are so irregularly distributed in every corner of the snow field, even Gracie, who is well versed in classical architectural styles, can hardly find the rules or correspond to the civilization in his impression.

Gracie's head tingled. He didn't know why he had such an association, but he suddenly had an idea.These stone pillars are like passages leading to the temple.But this place is not a gate, and this kind of scattered and somewhat desolate and shabby road is not something prepared for God.

Then what will pass through here to reach the temple?Clergy, pilgrims?

Or... a living sacrifice?

Isn't the team 30 years ago or the current ones like lambs who took the initiative to walk along this passage to the altar?

The feeling of headache and dizziness was fleeting. Maybe it was because the wind was too strong in this place without shelter, which was not good for health. Those messy thoughts were left behind by him.

Stay in this place for another 2 minutes at most.

Gracie thought.

Finally, as Sibilla said, he found a half-collapsed wooden house buried in the snow near a hillside not far from here.But this kind of thing is not so unacceptable compared with the former.

Gracie, who was so shocked by this series of discoveries, slid down the ice and snow layer on the other side of the stone pillar, trying to avoid direct contact with the surface of the stone pillar, so as not to cause any damage to the surface.

He immediately told Sibylah what he had found, and the latter acted immediately, expressing his intention to go to the cabin to have a look.

"Wait, it's too late now, the weather is terrible. Let's go back to the igloo for the night. Mr. Rand's foot injury hasn't healed yet, and he can clearly see the semaphore on the other side near the cliff to maintain communication at any time."

Sibilla frowned and looked at the guy who made the objection. She was about to say something but stopped, and finally just nodded her approval.

Before the blizzard started, they returned to camp near the cliffs, where the Inuit had built igloos.

After lighting the warm seal oil lamp, Segner rubbed his hands.

"If you haven't come back, I'm going to go find you and see what I got?"

So saying, it lifted a red thing that appeared to be a skinned animal, its guts hollowed out and wiped clean with snow.

"We were lucky. When I was building the igloo, I noticed that the nearby snow moved a bit, so I threw the harpoon out—it was probably a snow rabbit. Heh, anyway, we have fresh meat to eat tonight. gone."

"Probably?"

Gracie caught on to the word that didn't feel quite right.

The Inuit shrugged.

"It does look like a snow rabbit, but I have been hunting for many years but I have never encountered such a strange thing. Judging from the teeth and body structure of this rabbit... it seems to eat meat."

"You say a snow rabbit that eats meat, can it be considered a snow rabbit?"

Gracie looked at the rabbit's head, which was blackened and shriveled by being used as fuel, in the fire. The upper jaw, whose muscles and fur were gradually shrinking, exposed sharp fangs.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a little nauseous.

Chapter 57 Remains in the cabin

The next day, Gracie Williams, who had already communicated with the opposite bank by semaphore, was getting ready near the cliff.

With the experience of the first day, he knew how to assist the other members of the scientific expedition team to land safely. The hard ice and rocks near the cliff were completely cleared, leaving only soft snow that could absorb the impact on the ground.On the other hand, they also prepared herbs and hot water to protect against the cold.

After waving the flag again to confirm the information with the other side, he retreated to a safe area and waited for the response.

There are obviously more people on the other side of the cliff. Compared with their experimental leap yesterday, the main task of the other party is to transport as many materials and personnel as possible.

This also includes the sled dogs, without these intelligent and reliable creatures, it is difficult for them to travel long distances in this terrain.It is not an easy task to transport them to the other side of the cliff by cable.

The transportation work was safe and sound, and the strong wind between the cliffs just made the pulleys and hanging baskets on the ropes shake back and forth, but they finally successfully completed the landing.

Gracie, who was a little nervous, was relieved that he didn't see the weird lights from the snowstorm on the cliff, and couldn't help laughing at himself for being afraid of some ridiculous hallucinations for no reason.

Probably because of being in such an environment for a long time, Gracie felt a little depressed, and even her brain was hardened by the low temperature.

The members of the scientific expedition team on the opposite bank used the materials at hand to make ten hanging baskets that can carry two people in one night, and the number of ropes leading to the two banks was also increased to five.

This reduced the number of iron piles in the hands of the scientific expedition team by half. Considering that there may be similar situations in the future, they must ensure a relatively safe number.

Boxes of supplies and necessary luggage for travel were delivered, and the sled dogs curled up in the baskets and shivered.It wasn't until they actually stepped on the ground that they regained their spirits.

After more than five people arrived here, Sibilla nodded and turned to walk away from the cliff.

Gracie, noticing her movement, quickened her pace to catch up.

"Miss Constantine!"

he called out.

"It is enough to have them here. I plan to go to the wooden house I found yesterday. If it is still usable, it will be more suitable for us to spend the night than the snow house. If we delay it any longer, we won't have much time today."

Gracie nodded, indicating that he had no intention of stopping the other party.

"Let me go with you. After all, that wooden house has probably existed for more than 30 years. Its structure may not be stable. If there is any danger, it is better than a person."

Not far away, the Inuit who were busy moving the goods took a look at them, and then greeted the retired bearded sergeant. After a short explanation, they carried a harpoon and a sealskin The bundled luggage followed.

"There are a lot of beasts in this mountain. I'll go with you too. If I'm lucky, I can add some food. Just leave it to Burke and Rand. He can barely walk on the ground."

The rest of the trip went more smoothly than Gracie Williams thought.He should be the only one who was on the hillside above the stone pillar yesterday, probably confirming the location of the wooden house, but Sibyl Constantine who walked in the front seemed to be more familiar than him.

She calmly walked through every forked road, gully, and places covered by ice, snow, and bushes, and it took almost a quarter of an hour to reach the area near the wooden house.

Seeing the scene in front of him gradually coincide with the map drawn in his memory, the young man couldn't help but feel astonished.Faced with his doubts, Sibilla explained that he had also seen the location of the wooden house this morning, and drew a detailed route map in his mind by using the eye-catching terrain along the way as nodes.

This kind of memory made him feel admirable. He was indeed a genius who could obtain a double degree in that university. This talent was something that Gracie Williams never had.His talent is mediocre, and he didn't dare to slack off even for a moment when he was in school, but even so, he can only be regarded as mediocre compared with the people around him, so he won't be opened up prematurely.

"arrive."

Most of the wooden house in front of me was buried in a layer of pure white snow, and it could even be said that half of it had disappeared into the snowdrift.It was built quite crudely, but in any case, it was a joy to see a building belonging to humans in this kind of place.

The snow on the roof was not as thick as Gracie imagined, and the terrain here was low, and it was blocked by the mountain wall.This is why the cabin has not yet been crushed by the weight of the snow and ice.

The simple door has been frozen to death, and it took a lot of effort for them to roast and clear the ice in the crack of the door.After confirming that the house was still solid, the Inuit used a harpoon to complete the final step. He first pierced the iron harpoon into the crack of the door, and then used it as a crowbar to pry open the tightly closed door. Door.

The moment the gate was opened, an indescribable smell permeated outwards, and the sudden north wind blew in, blowing away the rotten air that had been covered in dust for more than [-] years.

After completing the ventilation, the Inuit man holding the torch cautiously took a few steps forward, the wood under his feet creaked, and the scene inside the wooden house was also brightened by the orange light of the torch stand up.

In this small wooden house, the first thing that came into view were the six corpses neatly placed on the ground. Their skins were a haggard dark brown due to dryness and dehydration.

Most of them were dressed in the same style, thick sailor uniforms with similar styles, and each had bouquets of flowers and metallic medals neatly placed on their chests.

The seventh corpse was half leaning on a simple chair, her clothes had a distinctly feminine style, and her chest was pressed against a wooden table made of round logs, so she could barely maintain a sitting posture.

There was an empty cup on the table, the woman's withered fingers pressed against a stack of thick parchment, and the quill had withered and yellowed off, leaving only the bare barrel.

After confirming that there was no danger, Segner and Gracie looked at each other, and they found the team of the Barents fleet left in the polar region.Back then they had indeed entered the Arctic Circle, but they would never be able to bring this glory back.

Sibyl sighed softly, took the parchment from under the female corpse's fingers, and then even touched the dead woman's hair that had become like withered grass.

The latter lost his balance and slid from the back of the chair to the ground.

Or, the owner of the body fulfilled the wish she had been waiting for for 30 years and was finally relieved.

"I would like to know where I am, and it is true that we are upon the bottomless abyss - Anna Pole"

This is the first sentence written on the parchment.

Chapter 58 Diary of a Madman