Chapter 640 (1/2)

Although mount Amos is located in the subtropical region of the mainland, and it is still summer, it is quite warm at the foot of the mountain and its surrounding areas. Starting from the height that can climb the mountain is more than 2000 meters, the temperature will drop significantly in a free falling curve.

At an altitude of more than 5000 meters, that is, halfway up the mountain, the climate there has reached the harsh level of snow and cold wind like the cold winter in the north.

Coupled with the extreme lack of materials, plateau diseases, thin air, landslides and avalanches, these factors make it difficult for people in this era when productivity still stays in the middle ages of Europa (maybe a little higher) to climb this rare peak.

”Although Lauren krautian's cowardly nature is not worthy of expectation, it is still an undoubted great undertaking to ascend Amos.”

In a temporary camp on the hillside, Mrs. Hewanglan sighed softly while drinking freshly brewed coffee.

Although she had already prepared herself, she didn't understand that compared with the real situation, the written words were too weak.

Because of the air pressure, the boiling point of water has been reduced a lot below the height here. Therefore, although the coffee beans are still used exclusively for princes and nobles in the past, the taste is far inferior to that of gold.

Just in such places, there is no way to complain about this.

The handsome man who was fiddling with the fire next to her immediately turned around and smiled in response to her words.

As Mrs. Hewanglan's confidant and male pet, the other party's attitude towards him is almost related to his wealth and rights. Therefore, even if he is quite dissatisfied with why Hewanglan took him to climb the mountain of death in the world, at least on the surface, he still has to maintain his former hospitality.

Suddenly, a hoarse and rude male voice came from the door.

”Madam, we have received a communication from the foot of the mountain.”

”Come in.” Ms. Hewanglan put her coffee cup on the table and said.

The man outside gave a sound, opened the wooden door of the room and came in from the howling cold wind.

The other side was a strong man in a bear skin (or maybe some other animal's fur) coat. His waxy hair was covered with snowflakes. It seemed that he had been outside for a long time.

On his raised right arm, a snow-white goshawk stopped. At the moment, it seemed that it was because it was uneasy about the roaring stove in the house that it kept making harsh calls.