Cana also frowned, "If we force our way through, all three of us might end up dead here. There are too many B-rank magical beasts, at least fifty Titan Boas, plus a host of other snake-type magical beasts, and it's right by the lake, which is perfect for water-attribute Titan Boas to utilize."
Ezreal carefully observed the location of the snake eggs below.
A group of pythons had completely surrounded the snake eggs, but the top of the eggs was unobstructed.
Ezreal patted the Crimson Feathered Demon Wolf beneath him, then turned to the two and said, "I'll use Arcane Shift to flash to the top of the python eggs. I can get them into my Dimensional Space in just an instant. The Demon Wolf will take you two a bit higher. You two help me create sounds to attract the python group's attention, first in the east and then in the west."
Marcus and the other nodded.
The three Crimson Feathered Demon Wolves flapped their wings and began to ascend, hovering about five hundred meters above the ground.
The three exchanged a glance, and Marcus made the first move. He threw a large sandball from high up, which landed in the center of the pool, raising huge waves of sand and water.
As expected, the group of pythons had their attention drawn and all raised their upper bodies to look.
Ezreal seized the opportunity and immediately activated Arcane Shift, turning into a golden light, appearing above a pile of python eggs the next second.
His left hand glowed with a soft white light, and in the instant before the large snakes guarding the eggs could react, Ezreal, with incredible speed, sent two Titan Boa eggs and seven python eggs of various colors into Summoner's Rift.
"Boom!"
In another direction of the pool, another loud bang sounded. Thick black mud rained down from the sky, hitting the ground heavily and raising a cloud of dust, once again attracting the attention of the pythons.
Golden light flashed, and Ezreal had already teleported back onto the Demon Wolf's back high in the sky before the snakes could recover.
"Got them, let's go!" Ezreal patted the wolf's head.
At Ezreal's signal, the three Demon Wolves' wings ignited with crimson flames, their speed doubling. Three streaks of fire streaked across the night sky, carrying them away from the snake's nest at top speed.
The three rode their Crimson Feathered Demon Wolves at a frantic pace until they confirmed their safety, then rested in a relatively secluded cave.
After a night of rushing and tension, they were exhausted and soon fell into a deep sleep.
During the night, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and the wind howled. Large raindrops violently beat against the world outside the cave, as if to re-baptize the earth.
Streaks of lightning cut across the night sky, instantly illuminating the darkness, followed by deafening thunder, as if the heavens were roaring in anger.
The next morning, when the three woke up, they found a dense, eerie white mist outside the cave.
The mist was so thick it seemed like unmelting milk, making it impossible to see one's hand in front of their face.
As soon as the three stepped out of the cave, the pale, dense mist spread towards them, completely engulfing their figures.
"How did such a large…" Marcus's voice abruptly stopped.
"This mist doesn't look right…" Cana's voice also disappeared.
"Oh no, everyone be careful, this mist has…" Ezreal tried to loudly warn his companions, but he only managed to say half a sentence before he felt a dizzying sensation, a strong feeling of dizziness and nausea filling his heart, and he lost consciousness.
The moment the white mist touched him, he sensed a familiar spatial fluctuation.
As a Summoner, he was exceptionally sensitive to spatial fluctuations, and he was certain that the white mist shrouding the Asgard Mountains was a mist with spatial teleportation properties.
If living beings moved freely within the mist, they would be teleported to an unknown place.
The best way to deal with it was to stay still.
But unfortunately, none of the three had ever encountered a similar situation and had no experience in dealing with it. Even Ezreal, who was sensitive to spatial fluctuations, only realized something was wrong after being enveloped by the white mist.
It was too late. The three were each teleported by the white mist to unknown places… Asgard Mountains, Ice and Snow Valley, the white mist slowly dissipated.
Cana slowly woke up from the coma caused by the spatial teleportation, her eyes met with a sky full of falling snow and towering mountain walls on both sides. The cold snowflakes mercilessly hit her face, instantly melting into cold water droplets that slid down her cheeks, instantly clearing her mind.
As soon as she was teleported to this strange place, she was shocked by the harsh environment.
Looking around, all she could see was a vast expanse of white, nothing but snow.
The surrounding peaks soared into the clouds, completely covered by white snow, like giant white giants.
The biting cold wind blowing through the valley made her shiver, and her clothes seemed so thin in the face of this cold.
Cana was only slightly startled, then quickly regained her composure.
"What in the world is this place?" Cana murmured to herself. She tightened her clothes, trying to ward off the biting cold.
She slightly narrowed her eyes, trying to find even a trace of a clue in the endless white snow.
The accumulated snow beneath her feet made a muffled "crunch, crunch" sound as she stepped on it, which was particularly clear in the silent atmosphere.
"Ezreal, Marcus, where are you?" Cana's call was steady and strong, echoing in the white mist.
However, only the howling wind answered her, as if mocking her helplessness… Ezreal, familiar with spatial teleportation, quickly awoke from his coma. When he awoke, there was still a thin white mist in the forest that had not completely dissipated.
Ezreal slowly opened his eyes, and an ancient and mysterious castle ruin instantly came into view.
It was a classical castle, made of white stone, simple and grand, with green branches, roots, and vines covering the castle walls.
The wooden castle gate was already dilapidated by the power of time.
The architectural style of the entire castle looked somewhat familiar to Ezreal, resembling the rumored architecture of the Faramir Empire.
Before he could look closely, the dull sound of footsteps shook the ground slightly, and from inside the castle, like surging waves, thousands of Treant Warriors, about two meters tall and wielding wooden spears, poured out.
The bodies of these Treant Warriors were emerald green, looking as if they were formed by twisted and intertwined branches and roots. Although the spears in their hands were wooden, their tips glowed with a faint green magical light.
There was no need to think twice; they were definitely enough to stab someone.
They roared in unison, their voices hoarse and muffled, charging towards him aggressively… Marcus slowly woke up from his coma, and when his eyes gradually focused and he saw his surroundings, he was so shocked he almost cried out.
"Where… where is this?" His voice trembled, filled with disbelief and deep confusion.
At this moment, he stood by a seemingly peaceful and serene lake.
The lake water was like a warm emerald, its smooth, mirror-like surface perfectly reflecting the clouds drifting in the sky.
The surrounding trees were lush and green, and as a gentle breeze blew, the leaves rustled, as if whispering softly.
This should have been an intoxicatingly beautiful scene, yet he had no desire to appreciate it, his mind completely preoccupied with tension and vigilance.
Because, in his field of vision, a stone monkey over three meters tall also slowly woke up. Its massive body must have weighed thousands of pounds, and yet it was currently standing on the surface of the water on just two feet!