Wizard: Starting from Escaping Another World to Pioneering

Three days later...

In the icy snow, a group of apprentices dressed in the robes of the Tide School wizards moved slowly forward, their footprints leaving varying depths in the snow beneath their feet.

The journey has been uneventful for the past three days. The group only encountered a few scattered magical beasts, but they were all easily dealt with, and even the traces of battle were quickly buried by the wind and snow.

Matthew walked at the back of the group, cautiously observing his surroundings. He also kept an eye on the system along the way, but unfortunately, due to his hurried pace, he didn't gain anything.

The team arrived at an open plain, with a thin mist shrouding the distant mountain shadows.

George stood on a large, frost-covered rock, gazing into the distance. He turned to the others and said, "After crossing that mountain, we'll reach the temporary camp in a little while."

Just then, a biting wind blew by, and Matthew felt the temperature around him drop significantly, his breath condensing into frost.

"Tap, tap, tap—", Matthew felt something fall on his shoulder. He looked up and saw a few snowflakes falling from the gray sky.

At that moment, George also looked up at the sky, his brow furrowed slightly. "Huh, it's snowing?"

An apprentice named Robert exclaimed, "This snow looks strange!"

Others also noticed the anomaly: "Why is the snow blue-white!"

"It's Spirit Crystal Snow!" Matthew was the first to react.

Spirit Crystal Snow is a unique disaster in the Winter Realm. Unlike ordinary snow, this Spirit Crystal Snow is imbued with magic, possesses extremely strong freezing power, and will absorb the heat and life force of the target it comes into contact with.

Prolonged contact will gradually drain a person dry, essentially a form of slow suicide.

Apart from Matthew, everyone else was visiting the Winter Realm for the first time and were unfamiliar with the disasters there. However, after his explanation, they realized the severity of the Spirit Crystal Snow.

George shouted, "There's no cover here, the makeshift camp is right in front of us, forget about everything, let's charge!"

Looking at the empty plain, the group had no choice but to follow George and rush towards the mountains ahead.

The icy spirit crystal snow slapped against everyone's faces, as if being sliced ​​by tiny blades. Some of the apprentices with weaker constitutions gradually stiffened, already feeling the loss of heat and life force.

Fortunately, the temporary campsite was not far away, and the group quickly crossed the mountain and arrived safely.

Both Matthew and George have undergone bloodline modification, and with their physiques, they should be fine as long as they don't stay in the Spirit Crystal Snow for too long.

As for the other apprentices, they were all beginners and most of them had not completed the bloodline modification, so their situation was not so good and they needed some time to recover.

The temporary camp was built inside a cave, where firelight flickered, and the apprentices stationed there helped the weak into the camp.

"Swish, swish, swish—" The snow outside was falling heavier and heavier, and the blue and white spirit crystal snow poured down like a waterfall, piling up into glowing snowdrifts outside the cave entrance.

"Phew, thank goodness we ran fast, otherwise we probably wouldn't have made it in time," Robert said, looking at the snowstorm outside the cave with lingering fear.

As the group entered the temporary camp, Matthew discovered that there were very few people stationed there, only a handful.

At this moment, George asked one of the novice apprentices stationed there.

"Where are the people of Mold?"

The apprentice, named Gates, looked at the raging spirit crystal snow outside with a similar expression of panic, and replied.

"Lord Mold and the others went out to search for the ruins of the false god a few hours ago, and they haven't returned yet. We don't know how they are doing."

George shook his head. "He's really unlucky to have gone out at this time."

Matthew remained silent. With Mold's 28 points of physique, he should be able to hold out for a long time even inside the Spirit Crystal Snow.

A moment later, George suddenly remembered something, "By the way, have Dolan and the others arrived?"

"Not yet, Lord Dolan and the others should still be on their way."

George sighed. "There's nothing we can do but wait for the snow to stop and then go out to search."

Matthew and his companions, led by the resident apprentices, moved into a room carved out of stone.

……

The next day, early morning...

The heavy snow yesterday didn't stop until late at night.

Matthew and his apprentices got up early to assemble, but Mold and Dolan's squads did not return.

Morning light seeped into the temporary camp through the cave entrance, slightly dispelling the chill.

After a whole night of stillness, the magic within the Spirit Crystal Snow returned to the world, and its color has now turned grayish-white, indistinguishable from ordinary snow.

George asked Gates, "Do you know where that ruin that Mold mentioned is?"

Gates and the other apprentices stationed there exchanged glances, and they all shook their heads. "We don't know. We are only responsible for guarding the temporary camp. We have never gone out with Lord Mold." His voice was particularly clear in the silent cave.

George was helpless. If he could help Mold find the remains of the false god, he would receive a great reward from the school, but now…

"Sigh," he sighed, gesturing with his chin in thought. "Let's go out and look for him first. Hopefully, he's alright!"

George divided the team into five groups, with two people in each group, to search for Mold and the ruins in the snowfield.

Matthew wasn't interested in finding the false god's relics; the team leader was George, and even if they found them, the reward wouldn't go to him.

So he volunteered to take on the search work near the camp, and George did not refuse to assign Matthew to a group with Robert.

……

And so the two searched around the temporary camp for an entire day...

Like Matthew, Robert wasn't interested in the relics of the false gods, so he just casually looked around without paying much attention.

Matthew found a few magical plants through the system, but otherwise gained nothing, and didn't even find a single magical beast nearby.

Soon, the sky gradually darkened.

Seeing that it was getting late, the two decided to return to their temporary camp.

Night, makeshift camp...

A group of wizard apprentices gathered in the central tent.

When George was taking a headcount, he discovered that only four of the five groups had returned, and one group was still nowhere to be found.

"The Vadona group hasn't returned? Have you seen them?"

Upon hearing this, everyone shook their heads...

Robert, who was acquainted with Vadot, couldn't help but speak up.

"While Vado's combat skills are average, he's a master at escaping. Perhaps they'll be back tomorrow."

George nodded noncommittally. "Maybe."

Although one group was missing, George didn't care too much; compared to the ruins of the false god, the novice apprentices were not important.

……

The next day, he continued to send out the remaining four groups to search for the whereabouts of Mold and the ruins.

At night, when George was taking a headcount, he discovered that another group was missing, and no one from Vado's group had returned either.

……

The third day, at night.

The number of returning groups decreased by one, and from the original five groups, only George and Matthew's group remained.