The cold and gloomy canyon was far to the north of the fertile plains. It was only a short distance away from the extremely cold land that no one dared to approach. Even the slowest carriage would only need a little more than a day to get there. However, no idiot would approach the extremely cold land. Even in this cold and gloomy canyon, no living person would visit this place.
This was not a forbidden area that ordinary life could approach.
The rugged mountains blocked the southeast. The cold wind from the far north was blocked in front, forming a fog that could be seen by the naked eye and surrounded the canyon.
The endless cold wind came from the north. No one knew where the wind came from, and no one dared to take the risk.
The cold wind and ice fog filled this narrow canyon. This place was not small, but the cold wind from the north was more abundant. It even overflowed and dyed the sea in the west white. The sea was as calm as still water. How long had the white fog not dissipated?
Even the bones under the fragile ice were at least a few hundred years old.
Ordinary life could not survive in such an environment. However, it was a very habitable place for non-living beings.
There were no guards at the entrance of the canyon. There was only a broken door that was frozen into an ice sculpture. Only half of the iron door was left. It could not be closed at all. The city wall was also full of gaps. However, this place had the best defense. The ice that never melted formed a new and harder shell on the broken city wall. The door could not be moved. It was deeply embedded in the snow. Only the other side was open because that half of the door fell on the ground and no one took care of it.
Like the entrance of a castle, this place was quite large. It could even be said that it was magnificent. However, it could not be compared to the huge walls in the south that had been turned into history and holy land.
From this huge mouth that could no longer be closed, cold wind carried ice and snow with it. It was like the legendary Frost Giants were spitting out breaths that could freeze people. However, even the most powerful Frost Giants could not compare to this spectacle formed by the combination of nature and man-made creation … It was a deadly spectacle.
Just the entrance alone was enough to make people stop in their tracks and not have the desire to go in and explore.
Ordinary adventurers didn't have the strength to come out alive after entering this place, and people with such strength wouldn't come here for no reason … This place wasn't without an owner, and it could even be said to be quite famous. It was a land of death that was spread among the bards.
No one could come out alive, but as long as they were dead, they could come out from inside and move around in another form of life.
The opposite of life is death. Death is not the end of everything, but another beginning … An existence that blasphemes the teachings of the God of Life and Light is the enemy of all living beings.
This was the world of the dead, or at least the world of one of the branches of the dead.
This was the last world of the self-proclaimed nobles of the night. It was an evil land that existed in everyone's sight, but no one dared to have the thought of crusading against them — at least on the surface.
As for the nobles of the night, they were more commonly known as the Night Blood Clan in the outside world, or even more humiliating as … vampires.
This was the last bastion of the Night Blood Clan, but it was also an indestructible world.
Since the fall of the gods, the races that were created by the gods or demons in the past gradually left the stage of the world, and no one knew where they went. The Night Blood Clan was the same, at least on the surface of the stage.
Now it was no longer the stage of these ancient races. Moreover, under the erosion of the river of time, even the dead things that no longer had life were not the same as before.
Rocks could be smoothed under the erosion of the river, but what about these immortal races?
At least now they were still living well. That's right, "living".
Outside the canyon shrouded in cold fog, it was not a comfortable and pleasant world. Although the cold wind was blocked in the canyon, the outside was not a place full of vitality. In the cold wilderness, there were only sporadic tree trunks that were struggling at death's door. In order to survive, they turned into rugged shapes. The weeds on the ground were uneven, but their vitality was stronger and more aggressive than expected. At least there was life outside the canyon, and for non-carnivorous animals, the weeds were also one of the channels of feeding.
It was not easy to survive from the mouths of those beasts. This also made the plants in the wilderness also have a certain degree of … aggression.
The wheat awns of the weeds were as sharp as swords and as tough as leather.
Those deformed trees had withered trunks, but they were as hard as boulders. They could not be easily cut or smashed, and their trunks could even be broken by the force of the reaction.
The soft inner core made these strange trees have the characteristics of hardness and softness. The cold wilderness made them not afraid of any fire.
Even the old trees that could survive for a long time could evolve into another life form, becoming predatory "animals."
To be able to survive in this wilderness in the far north, only the existence of extremely strong vitality, whether it was plants …
Or animals.
In such a wilderness, there was also a water source, but the water source was unstable and full of death.
A lake formed by stagnant water was not big. It only took an adult half a day to walk around it.
From the center of the lake to the surroundings, there were thin pieces of broken ice. Below was a pool of stagnant water. By the lake, there were animals that needed water to maintain their lives … including plants.
The water source here did not have a source. Even this lake was not formed naturally. It was probably a ruin from the era of the gods. There were buildings at the bottom of the lake, but no one could explore it because the bottom of the lake was actually very shallow. The buildings below were filled with dust and stones, and the ruins below were probably buried solid.
The lakeside was not a peaceful paradise. It was a fighting arena. After all, there was only so much water from the sky. For most of the year, this so-called lake was just a pit.
Death was born because of this.
On the lakeside, in the lake, and even at the bottom of the lake, there were a large number of skeletons of unknown animals and broken roots.
These piled up deaths also polluted the lake. The stagnant water was full of plague, but for the users here, it was not a very important matter.
For the residents of this wilderness, if germs could kill them, they would have joined the side of death long ago.
In this area adjacent to the canyon, the transition between life and death was very simple.
Beside the corpse of a huge animal that had not been eaten clean, a petite animal was eating.
It might not be appropriate to call it an animal, because it was a humanoid creature. It could even be called a human.
Her skin was pale, and her clothes did not cover her body. She looked like a savage child, but no savage child had such a skin color, and no creature's larva could still move after death.
This was a dead thing. It had no heartbeat or blood, but it still had a need for living things.
A larva that could barely be called a Night Blood Clan.
Before it had the name Zendina, this creature that was tearing at the frozen carrion was just an animal without a name.