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Chapter 305 Arriving in Northern Xinjiang
Under the tyranny of Aishelia, the discussion group approved her as the judge with three votes. If it weren't for the Immortal Society's rule that the initiator and the judge cannot be the same mage, Xingkong's position as the initiator would also be precarious.

At this point, the Immortal Society's bloodline professional discussion group was officially established.

After Xingkong once again described in detail the information he knew, the discussion group began, with Aisheliya speaking first.

"The bloodline of sample number one is called 'Northern Lights', and its strength can be classified as 'Ice'. Normally, a cold environment would be a positive boost for it, but now the cold would actually cause harm to it.

The bloodline of sample number two is called "Golden Blood", and its power characteristics can be classified as "Metal Control". There is sealed gold in its blood, and increasing the gold reserves can increase the power of the bloodline. However, the intake of a large amount of metal tungsten destroyed the seal...

No, the word "destroy" is not accurate this time. It should be replaced by the blood seal, sealing the "golden blood" in these tungsten needles.

The runes on these tungsten needles belong to natural formation techniques, and also to perfect replication formation techniques..."

Seeing that Aisheliya's attention was all shifted to the tungsten needle, Xingkong said: "As the initiator of the discussion group, I remind the two mages... Sample No. 2 has died. The purpose of initiating this discussion is to save Sample No. 1."

Aishelia retorted: "There is not much useful information in the material of sample number one, and there is not even blood to use as a reference. Although sample number two is incomplete, the outline of the entire seal can be seen, and more things can be analyzed."

This time, Xingkong did not give in under the pressure from Aisheliya: "I am the initiator. I said that saving sample No. 1 is the primary purpose of this discussion group. If the discussion group continues to focus on sample No. 2, I will disband the discussion group and recruit suitable immortal mages to reorganize it."

"You should know the consequences of doing this!"

"Of course I know! But I'll do it!"

Xingkong and Aisheliya were confronting each other, and the momentum of the confrontation was growing stronger.

Harry Karan immediately stepped forward to stop them: "Two mages, you both need to calm down. The discussion group accepts effective debates. Fighting will only deviate from our main purpose."

The air currents separated the starry sky and Ashelia.

Aishelia looked at Harry Karan and didn't get angry. Instead, she suppressed her anger and said to Xingkong: "If you want to save sample number one, the research on the seal of sample number two is the key."

Harry Karan knew Aisheliya very well, so this was a concession. He then said to Xingkong, "I suggest a division of labor. Aisheliya will be responsible for sample number two, I will be responsible for sample number one, and you will be responsible for assisting the two of us. I have some knowledge of the medicine of living beings, so I can first create a drug that can stabilize the condition of sample number one."

Xingkong was very satisfied with Harry Karan's "judgment": "I agree!"

Aisheliya: “I agree too!”

Under the coordination of Harry Karan, the discussion group got back on track.

Then Xingkong discovered another indispensable role of Aishelia. She was a member of the Immortal Council and was very strong. She could force other immortal mages to join the discussion group according to the needs of the discussion group.

After using them, he kicked them out as a "judge", and those immortal wizards didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

They must have been used to being bullied.

The discussions continued throughout the day, making the discussion group progress very quickly.

……

In the backstage world, Helot and his horse stepped into the northern border of the empire.

The first snow had turned the earth and sky into a vast expanse of white. The biting cold north wind froze his eyelashes. The coldness that penetrated through the collar of his coat made him wrap the blanket around his shoulders tightly. Looking north, he could not see any human footprints or living creatures in the snow.

Helot took out the compass, wiped off the snow, and confirmed the direction before the snow covered it again. Then he closed his eyes and meditated, letting the horse lead him to the north.

There were no roads or railways leading to the polar regions, and airships did not dare to enter northern Xinjiang in such harsh and changeable weather. All transportation was done by animal power or walking.

If you don’t have experience and a guide, or if you are not strong enough, you will most likely die on the road.

The cross-dimensional communication with the starry sky consumes a lot of mental energy. Helot fell asleep unknowingly during meditation, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already night.

The snow had been falling for several days and it stopped at some point. A little fire in the distance was very conspicuous in the darkness.

Helot pulled the horse's reins and stopped on the snow.

He stretched out his hand, and a bat emerged from his sleeve, flapping its wings quickly and flying towards the direction of the fire.

After waiting for too long, the bat flew back and transformed into Brishney, standing in front of the horse's head.

"Master! There is a caravan camping over there. There are 23 people in total, 14 of whom are the caravan's guards."

"Let's go over and say hello to them!"

In Helot's original plan, he was not going to have any contact with anyone before reaching the snowy peak of the iceberg. People who could live in the northern border were not good people, and when strangers met, they would often fight.

But after entering the northern border, Helot found that he had greatly underestimated the vastness and desolation of this place. After walking for a whole day, the surrounding scenery did not seem to have changed much.

Compared to the vastness of northern Xinjiang, the snow-capped icebergs are just a dot on the map. Without a guide, you will probably get lost, let alone find the snow-capped icebergs.

There is no way, time does not allow me to slowly find the way.

In order not to cause a stress reaction in the camping caravan, Helot drove the horse slowly, and the horse's hooves made a "cracking" sound in the snow.

Brisney transformed into a bat again, flew to the carpet that Helot was wearing, found a gap and crawled in.

The whistling wind made me feel even colder.

As I got closer, the dogs crouching around the campfire raised their heads, their ears pointed in one direction. Then all the dogs stood up and barked loudly into the darkness.

The caravan was all awakened, but they did not panic. Everyone ran to their proper positions skillfully. The guards formed a defensive formation with the sleds in a circle. Most of their weapons were bows and crossbows and swords, and two of them secretly fired muskets.

The two balls of snow were piled up by the invisible wind, becoming bigger and taller and turning into two large snowmen.

The red eyes opened and the snowman opened his fang-filled mouth.

An old mercenary in a fur coat stood on a cargo box, holding a two-handed heavy sword in one hand, and shouted loudly: "Traveler in the dark, please stop. We are the Ice Road Mercenary Group and do not want to conflict with anyone in the Northern Frontier.

We can provide you with some food, but we hope you will stay away from here after you get the food."

(End of this chapter)