Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 691 - 54 - Ice House_1

Chapter 691: Chapter 54 - Ice House_1

"Alright, stop being so grumpy," Pannis patted Blue Hand, who still looked irritated, trying to reassure him, "We didn’t trick you, it’s just that you probably can’t taste this type of wine. But I guarantee that after we finish our tasks, we’ll definitely get you a few barrels of strong alcohol, you should be able to taste those. Yet, I doubt you’ll like it. After all, alcohol doesn’t affect your body, and it’s hard to experience the feeling we mentioned just by taste."

"It’s okay, as long as it’s novel. But don’t make me wait so many years again," Blue Hand thought for a moment and nodded, "And prepare enough. I want to share some with my friends. Oh, right, I came here with my friends. You need to roast some food for me. I like it, my friends and I are going to eat."

"So the others are your friends, huh." Pannis looked into the fog and said, "Why didn’t they come with you?"

"I forgot." Blue Hand slapped his head, stood up, and shouted a series of strange cries into the fog. Soon, with various responses, three more frost spirits emerged from the mist.

The frost spirits all looked strange and varied greatly in size. Blue Hand’s Ice Form is a more than ten-meter-high iceberg; his human form is also a giant over five meters tall. The other three looked nothing like Blue Hand. The first was a large ice sphere, about three meters in diameter, with no hands or feet—it moved by rolling. The second was a sharp ice cone more than seven meters long, narrowing from top to bottom, with two slender legs extending from the bottom end, much like Blue Hand earlier - a fusion of Ice Form and Human Form. The third was a little cubiform ice block, just over thirty centimeters to a side, stuck to the ice cone and moving with it. The fact that it was there at all would have gone unnoticed without a reminder from Blue Hand. The frost spirits communicated with each other using the Frost Spirit Language, which sounded like the collision and friction of ice layers. This language was quite chaotic, and some of the syllables couldn’t be pronounced using human vocal cords, but it posed no difficulty for the frost spirits, who have been using it since the Mythical Age.

When the three frost spirits approached, the ice block attached to the back of the ice cone fell off, exploded into a cloud of ice mist in midair like Blue Hand did before, and reappeared before them as a man made of ice only thirty centimeters tall. Everyone’s attention was drawn to this small guy and by the time they looked up again, the other two had already transformed into their human forms.

The ice cone’s human form was very tall, almost as big as Blue Hand’s human form, but relatively thin, even thinner than a normal human. His arms and legs were long, with three-quarters of his height taken up by his legs. His lower leg alone was already taller than Catherine. As for the ice sphere’s human form, it was a round ice man, also quite similar in width and height as the current miniaturized Blue Hand.

"You two must have a lot in common," Vivian nudged Freya with her elbow, whispering, "I think you two would make great friends, you could discuss a lot of stuff."

"The first thing to discuss is how to kick your ass," Freya glared at Vivian, saying discontentedly, "You idiot, just wait and see, and pray for your illness to never be cured, otherwise, when you’re cured, Lina and I are going to make you cry, just you wait. That day is not far off, hmm."

"You think I’m scared of you guys? Ridiculous." Vivian stuck her tongue out under the scarf covering her face, turned her head away, snorted lightly, and shook her head, "By that time, I’ll have the strength, and we’ll see who ends up crying."

The two mage-scholars quietly bickered, hardly looking like scholars at all. But it didn’t stop Blue Hand from introducing his friends to Pannis and Catherine, "The smallest one is Blunt-edge, he had one edge that was less sharp than the others when he was born, looked like a small piece was missing, so we call him Blunt-edge. The thinnest one is Four-point-five, she isn’t a perfect cone and the top point is right-shifted by 4.5 degrees. And the spherical one is known as Ballsy because he is the most standard sphere among all the frost spirits. Meanwhile, all three of them can understand your common language, but haven’t yet learned to pronounce your language, so they can’t speak it. I can translate for them if needed. Now that introductions are over, when are you roasting our food?"

"Ugh, fine, I’ll roast something for you now." Pannis sighed helplessly and said to Catherine, "How about we set up camp and rest a bit earlier today? Otherwise, I’m afraid they’ll wear us out with their chatter. They’re quite a lively bunch."

"That works," Catherine replied cheerfully, "Everyone is tired from dodging that newly formed ravine earlier anyway, so it wouldn’t be a bad idea to rest now. But there’s no cover at all around here. Isn’t it dangerous to rest just like this? Even if we’re not attacked by passing magical beasts, we could still be frozen to death in the nighttime cold."