My Adventure Diary of Reincarnating as a Bad Woman

Chapter 66: Snow Falls Silently

Birds flap their wings in the night and disappear without a trace.

At dawn the next day, Noita continued her mission of conquering the nest. Destroying the nest would bring both a reward and experience. For her, this was the most cost-effective job at the moment, and it would bring her far more experience than developing an organization or investigating any conspiracy.

Speaking of conspiracies, Noita remembered that there were still many places where the flea had previously revealed the hiding places of the documents.

Thinking of the elder he encountered last time when he got the documents, Noita felt his fists harden.

It had been a long time since she encountered such an annoying and long-winded villain. Fortunately, he turned into experience points, which was a worthy death.

After leaving the city, Noita checked the nameplates for commissions. As she walked, she stumbled upon a suddenly appearing yellow-labeled lair commission. The nameplate indicated that a group of adventurers had been defeated in that lair, returning with information about the lair but suffering heavy losses. Therefore, the commission had been changed to an open-ended one, open to multiple people simultaneously.

The commission requirement is not to destroy the nest, but to find and control each node of the nest. The reward is a share of the resource output after the nest.

The yellow commission level is dangerous, which means that the casualty rate of the mission will be very high.

The client is the Adventurer's Guild.

The moment he saw the client, Noita decisively accepted the commission and immediately returned to the guild to purchase the information brought back by the defeated adventurer team.

The nest is larger than a small one, with a hidden world inside, giving rise to a snowy landscape that is completely different from the outside world. The adventure group trudged for several hours without finding the edge of the snowfield. Professionals judged it to be a medium-sized nest, and even had the potential to be upgraded to a large nest.

However, there were not many enemies in the nest. The adventure team wandered in the snowfield for several hours without encountering any enemies. They were only ambushed by a crystal scorpion close to the second level at the entrance of the nest and barely escaped with their lives.

The Serkar side named this nest Silver Peak.

Noita studied the information, which was still hot, and then glanced at the nameplate.

The commission had not been revoked on the nameplate, which meant that she was indeed not seeing things.

This is incredible.

Although the medium-sized nest is just a higher level than the small nest, the difference between the two is as huge as heaven and earth.

The former possesses the characteristics of a half plane, with vast land and rich resources. Even Serkar only controls seventy-six of them. They are completely strategic resources and will basically not flow out.

The latter are just resources that exist on the surface of reality. Although they are valuable, the output of these resources is less than one percent of that of a medium-sized nest. The proliferation of these resources is actually a problem for Serkar.

Noita didn't know what price the Adventurer's Association paid to obtain the mining rights from Serkar, but since the commission was issued, it could not be missed.

In the guild, Noita pricked up her ears to eavesdrop on the conversations of the other adventurers.

Sure enough, I heard a lot of discussion about Yinfeng.

Conspiracy theories such as "How much bribe did the elders receive to sell a medium-sized nest to the association" and "The association's senior management sold the ditch" are rampant.

Although this news is only circulating among adventurers, once an adventurer knows it today, it will spread to Lengyuan tomorrow, and even people in the Holy Empire will have the opportunity to hear it the day after tomorrow.

Perhaps Adele will hear something similar this evening.

Noita returned home and left a letter for Adele, then headed towards the location of the Silver Peak Nest. On the way, she kept thinking about one question: why didn't the association send its own mercenary corps to deal with the nest.

Serkar's past history has proven that the Legion is more efficient and controllable than unstable adventurers.

The journey was long, but Noita was very fast and soon reached his destination.

Originally, this was an uninhabited barren mountain, but when Noita arrived, the peak had been razed to the ground by the engineers of the Stone Path. They had cleared away obstacles to the greatest extent possible without affecting the earth veins, creating a flat area to ensure a good view.

The Silver Peak Lair appears to be a white coniferous forest. It doesn't look too big from a bird's eye view, but as you go deeper into it, you will find that the trees are gradually becoming sparse, and at some point you will see endless snow between the gaps in the trees.

In the clearing of the coniferous forest, a new camp is being built at a rapid pace.

When Noita arrived, it was mostly built and would be completed in a few days.

The buildings in the built area have been arranged, the shops are fully stocked, and the weapon shops are also fully stocked.

The elf girl stood at the association's branch station, ready to answer questions for visiting adventurers and distribute recording instruments needed for exploration.

Under the guidance of the staff, Noita got the recording instrument.

It is a light blue ribbon that can be tied anywhere. According to the staff, once it is activated after controlling the node, it will complete the certification and determine the adventurer's merits. The association will then send personnel to guard the node.

After thanking the elves, Noita bought a set of snow equipment on the spot, as well as the residual heat stone that is essential for the snowy mountains. It can warm the body of a lone traveler in the cold wind, and can also keep him company when he is about to be frozen to death by the extreme cold.

Carrying a fully loaded bag, Noita walked into the cedar forest.

The area between the cedar trees was a bit narrow, but Enoyta's size made it easy to go around them. Halfway through, the sunlight suddenly became brighter. Although she was walking in the dim woods, her eyes felt a sense of glare.

She put on her snow goggles and continued on her way.

Finally, after passing through the dense forest, the endless snowfield appeared before our eyes.

You arrive at the Silver Peak Snowfield. Three thousand six hundred years ago, the original form of the mountain dwellers resided atop Silver Peak. Knife-like frost winds sculpted their forms, while forest roots siphoned the power of the Miraculous and the Titans to power them. Auras bathed the earth. Under their unkind light, the pure crystals of the mountain dwellers melted and vanished, leaving only a complex heart. This heart, absorbing the radiance of the aura, gained consciousness and retreated into the shadows of the mountains. Within the shadow poem composed by the sounds of nature, the mountain dwellers became living beings.

The Hundred-Armed Titan's last glance before his eternal slumber recorded Gaia. His unceasing rage burned away his memories, leaving fleeting remnants rising along the earth's veins, condensing into a nest. This place is transformed by historical images, and the lost sink into Typhon's dream, never to return.

The sound of falling snow tells of past events, yet everyone knows that snow falls silently. Follow the snowy tracks left by the pigeons, and you will know everything.

Outside the cedar forest, a group of people stared at Noita vigilantly.

They surrounded a huge corpse, which was a snow-colored crystal scorpion with a shell like ice crystal stone. At a glance, it was more than one meter tall and six meters long. Including the tail, it was more than ten meters long. It was a huge creature.

This should be the crystal scorpion that attacked the first group of adventurers. It is dead, and its crystal remains are like a blooming crystal flower, silently showing the pale beauty of natural wildness.

Not far away, there is an established outpost camp with constant voices of people and the temperature always remains above zero degrees.

They are all adventurers who have accepted commissions.

Noita smiled kindly, made a non-aggression gesture to the adventurers who were wary of her, and then moved deeper into the snowfield.

Chapter 67: Scorpions in the Snow

Although she appears mature and confident in front of Adele, as if she can do anything, sometimes Noita's confidence will bring obstacles and get her into unnecessary trouble.

She walked confidently into the snowfield, but the thickness and softness of the snow were beyond her expectations. The snow was so thick that her calves could sink into it. Every step she took had to pull her calves out of the snow like pulling a carrot.

She was too heavy and the area in contact with the snow was too small, so the pressure was too great and it was difficult for her to stand steadily on the snow.

There was a light snowfall. After Noita pulled himself out of the snow with great effort, he rummaged through the package angrily and took out a pair of skis and ski poles from it, which made it easier for him to walk.

The snow tool kit that Noita bought was well prepared with cotton clothes, sleeping bags, dry food, flints and other necessary items for life in the snow. If she hadn't sunk into the snow, she might not have bothered to look at it.

With the help of tools, the rest of the journey was smooth.

The snowfield is vast and boundless, empty and desolate. Even if you walk ten thousand meters, there is no human habitation, no monsters, and no adventurers.

Officials said a triple-digit number of adventurers had headed deeper into the snowfield. While a hundred sounded like a lot, scattered across the boundless snowfield, they were as small as ants, like jellyfish in the ocean, drifting and swaying, and only encountering one of their own kind depended on luck. This was a newly created lair, and not many monsters had yet spawned.

Before he knew it, Noita had been sliding on the vast snowfield for three hours. During these three hours, all he saw was snow. There was no fun at all.

She felt like she had walked a long way, but she didn't even see the "Silver Peak", the symbol of the Silver Peak Snowfield.

It should be a conspicuous mountain that can be easily seen.

Noita shook his head, put aside all distracting thoughts, pulled his hat tighter to prevent his hair from being frozen by the frosty wind, and rushed into the snowfield again.

The deeper they went into the snowfield, the harder and denser the snow fell. But the sun's radiance, unimpeded by the clouds, was even more dazzling than Serkar's. After an unknown amount of trekking, Noita suddenly heard a low roar distinct from the wind. She paused, freeing her ears a little from the confines of her hat, and listened patiently, like a lioness on guard, sensing the movement of the wind.

About a minute later, the wind brought the roar again, like faint thunder in the clouds, or the muffled sound of a mountain collapsing. It was difficult to tell what specifically caused it, but Noita could be sure that it was not a purely natural movement.

It's a battle.

After listening for a while, Noita realized where the sound came from from the chaotic wind direction.

Not far away, a battle was breaking out, disrupting the wind's trajectory, breaking up the ice, blowing up snow, and even causing the temperature to rise in a small area.

Noita pulled his ears, which were covered with snow, back into his warm hat and cautiously moved towards the direction of the fighting sound.

Let me see what's fighting.

The light of spiritual energy burned in the girl's eyes, erecting a layer of ice wall to block the cold wind. The wind layer wrapped around her body, blocking the strange fragrance on her body.

She curled up behind the ice wall and released the Black Jade Raven, allowing it to use its high-altitude perspective to find the battle site.

Soon, she saw the combatants at the edge of an ice crack - an ice element and seven elves who were fighting with a super giant ice element.

Ice elementals were created by heaven and earth. They are monsters formed from activated snow and ice. Their upper bodies resemble humans, and their lower bodies are slender snake-like tails. Extreme coldness surrounds their bodies. Ice elementals are usually as large as two-story buildings, but they possess agility that is disproportionate to their size, and can easily move freely across the snow and ice.

The giant ice element that the elves are fighting against is as tall as a five-story building and as shaped as a giant. With a wave of its hand, it can set off an extreme cold storm and drown the invading enemies with wind and extreme cold.

But the elves were no pushovers either. They wore thin silver armor and wielded spear-like weapons, maneuvering against the ice element like a gust of wind.

Like the legendary Wild Hunt, it ruthlessly chipped away at the ice element's solid ice armor, reducing its defenses bit by bit, and deliberately destroying its core.

There was music mixed in the strong wind. Noita followed the trail and saw an elf blowing gently on the green leaves. The music danced in the air flow and turned into thunder that violently hit the ice element, pinning it to an area of ​​less than five meters, making it unable to escape.

As Noita was observing secretly, the battle was nearing its end. A well-equipped elf thrust hard, and the spear shook violently, tearing through the wind and snow, delivering the final blow to the tattered ice armor.

A sharp silver light cut through the air, and the next moment, the spear pierced through the core of the ice element, disintegrating it.

The elf stood on the wreckage of the ice element, glancing coldly at the lurkers attracted by the noise of the battle.

She shouted loudly, "This node has been recorded. You should look elsewhere and don't waste your time here."

The warrior held a spear, standing in the biting cold wind, his eyes like snow, his hair like fragile cirrus clouds, looking extremely dashing.

These are snow elves, a subspecies of elves naturally resistant to cold, capable of roaming freely in extreme temperatures as low as -30 degrees Celsius. They typically inhabit frigid mountains and permafrost, possessing solitary and acrimonious personalities and rarely straying from their homeland. The sudden appearance of a group of them in this snowy plain, armed with sophisticated equipment, raises questions about how they arrived at their lair.

Taking advantage of the height, Noita discovered two adventurers who were attracted by the noise of the battle.

They seemed to be just watching, with no intention of taking action.

None of the seven elves were injured. They huddled together, forcing those with evil intentions to consider whether they could deal with them. Soon, one of the onlookers retreated and went elsewhere.

The remaining person lingered by the side, unwilling to leave.

There are people everywhere who are unwilling to succumb to their desires. Noita felt that he was doomed.

But the elves didn't seem to notice him. After issuing threats in all directions, they began to deal with the remains of the ice elemental elder, collecting ice blocks and cores, and then went deep into the cracks. They were indifferent to the guy wandering around, neither driving him away nor warning him again.

The lurker tried to follow, but a whistling spear shot out from the rift, piercing the adventurer through the air. Most of the adventurer's body was singed, and the splattered flesh and blood was frozen in the wind. The snow elf returned to the rift's mouth and waved her hand, returning the spear to her hand. She glanced around, then glanced up at the sky before re-entering the rift, as if giving a warning.

So insidious.

Noita clicked his tongue, called back the crow, and decided to rest for a while before looking for a node in another area.

She raised several ice walls to form a hemispherical ice house, took out the residual heat stone to activate it, and soft sparks flashed by, and warm flames suddenly appeared.

Dry food and snow water were placed in an iron box and roasted over the fire. Soon, the reassuring aroma of food filled the ice house, arousing the girl's gluttony.

This is an adventure. You may work hard for a long time but still get nothing, and there are many risks of losing your life.

Just as the road to pursuing dreams is difficult.

But as long as you have enough food to eat and a warm sleep, there is nothing to worry about.

Noita happily ate the hot noodles and lay down on the snow happily, ready to take a nap.

But things went against his wishes. Before Noita could fall into a shallow dream, an unusual vibration came from deep in the ice.

With a loud bang, her ice house collapsed, burying her, the lunch box that she had not had time to wash, and the Yuhe Stone. The broken ice slid into her collar like water, and slid down her skin to her lower abdomen, making her shiver with cold.

Noita, angry!

She lifted the ice and vowed to make anyone who disturbed her pay.

But the scene he saw was jaw-dropping.

The once heroic snow elf fell in the shattered ice house, covered in blood. The clouds in the distance rolled up, forming a hurricane that connected the sky and the earth.

Unusual vibrations resonated through the air, spreading along the ice to great distances.

Afterwards, more vibrations echoed among the ice layers, like human communication, extremely rhythmic and melodious.

In a distant crack, a crystal scorpion several times larger than the scorpion at the entrance of the nest squeezed through the crack and crawled out.

No, it cannot be said to be squeezed, because the cracks opened automatically, like a curtain opened for the owner.

"Oh haha."

Noita knew that things were serious.

Noita tried to run, but the snow elf's hands weakly grasped her feet, and his blood-stained eyes showed a faint desire to survive, like a fire that was about to go out.

She pleaded helplessly: "Save me."

"You smashed my igloo and you want me to save you. If I can't give you a suitable reward, I'll make you sell yourself to pay me back!"

Noita picked up the snow elf and ran for his life as if he was carrying a bag of rice.

The crystal scorpion stared at the fleeing Noita indifferently, gliding close to the surface of the snow, like a hundred-ton king with the accelerator pressed to the limit, and crashed straight into Noita. The distance between them was shortening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"No, sister, what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into!!!"