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Gragas struggled to stand firm on the narrow platform high in the mountains, as the strong wind seemed ready to blow him away at any moment. However, his attention was drawn to the unique plants in the corner of the platform, shimmering with a subtle light in the ice and snow—frostshard wheat.
Excited, he forgot about the piercing cold and the exhaustion of climbing, and carefully approached the precious wheat. Each step seemed cautious, afraid of damaging these rare plants with a single misstep. When Gragas finally crouched beside the frostshard wheat, he was struck by their beauty. These wheat looked like tiny crystal sculptures, each emitting a faint blue light, unreal in their beauty.
Gragas carefully picked them one by one, and with each one he picked, a wave of excitement surged in his heart. This was not only finding precious ingredients for brewing, but also fulfilling his promise to Mother Joia. He could imagine how special and precious it would be when these ice crystal wheat turned into fine wine.
His hands trembled slightly in the cold, but his heart burned with fervor. In this moment, he deeply realized that no matter how difficult the exploration, with steadfast belief and relentless effort, one can surely find their treasure. He carefully collected the ice crystal wheat in a bag, filled with a sense of accomplishment and pride.
Just as Gragas was carefully picking the rare ice crystal wheat, he suddenly felt an eerie gaze drilling into his spine from behind. His movements froze instantly, and his heart raced. Gragas remembered that although this land covered in ice and snow was full of mystery, he had never encountered a direct threat. However, this time, the feeling of that gaze was incredibly real, as if some creature was staring at him intently.
He tried to recall the circumstances of his previous visits to harvest the ice crystal wheat a few years ago, hoping to find any possible warning of danger, but his memories were only of tranquility and solitude. However, the oppressive feeling of that gaze grew stronger and stronger, giving him a sense of foreboding.
Taking a deep breath, trying to suppress the tension in his heart, Gragas slowly turned around. His eyes were fixed on the dense snow and rocks behind him, trying to find that mysterious observer in this vast white world.
However, apart from the swaying trees and snowflakes floating around in the wind, he saw nothing. The cold wind whistled in his ears, but it did not bring any trace of life. Nevertheless, the feeling of being watched still existed, causing Gragas to be on guard.
As Gragas nervously scanned his surroundings, preparing to face potential threats, a piercing and deafening screech suddenly shattered the silence of the icy world. Instinctively, he ducked and scrambled for cover. A massive eagle soared past him at astonishing speed, its sharp talons nearly grazing his shiny scalp.
Gragas quickly looked up, watching the eagle gracefully carve an arc in the sky before diving back towards him. It was then that he truly beheld the peculiar appearance of the eagle. This was no ordinary bird; it was a creature he had only heard of in legends - the Snowdrift Falcon. Its head bore an unusually prominent long spike, a unique weapon bestowed upon it by nature.
The appearance of the Snowpeak Falcon undoubtedly indicates that Gragas has intruded into its territory. This bird is not only known for its sharp talons, but also for its strong territorial awareness. Gragas knows that if he doesn't handle the situation carefully, he could be seriously injured. He quickly assesses his position and the surrounding environment, looking for possibilities to evade, while remaining vigilant of the Snowpeak Falcon.
His heart races, and the presence of the Snowpeak Falcon makes his harvesting operation even more challenging. Gragas realizes that he not only needs to gather these precious ice crystal wheat, but also find a safe route to escape the territory of the Snowpeak Falcon, which will be a difficult challenge.
When Snowfang disappears temporarily on the other side of the ridge, Gragas knows his time is very limited. His movements become faster and more tense. As he hears the distant screech gradually fading away, he knows it's the best time for him to harvest the ice crystal wheat. He quickly bends down, deftly selecting the most translucent wheat. Whenever his fingers touch these ice crystal wheat, they sparkle in the sunlight, like pearls in winter. His hands move quickly, carefully avoiding damaging these fragile plants.
However, the cold wind and continuous snow add to his challenge. Gragas' fingers gradually stiffen in the cold temperature, and he occasionally blows warm air on them, trying to restore some warmth and flexibility. His eyes are constantly alert to his surroundings, and his ears are listening for the possible sound of Snowfang's attack.
When he heard the sharp screech from a distance again, his heart tightened instantly. He knew this meant the Snowpeak Falcon was about to appear again, and this time it could be even more dangerous. He quickened his movements, swiftly grabbing the wheat while vigilantly observing his surroundings. His actions became more tense, each grab as fast and precise as possible.
As the sharp screech gradually approached, Gragas's heartbeat accelerated, his gaze became sharper, and his body prepared to adopt a defensive stance at any moment. He knew he had to harvest as much wheat as possible before the Snowpeak Falcon returned. His movements had almost become an instinctive response, constantly grabbing and stuffing the wheat into his already bulging pockets.
As he quickly gathered the wheat, the distant screams rang out again, louder and closer. Gragas instantly felt a sense of danger approaching. He tightly gripped the wheat in his pocket, tensing his whole body, ready to face the imminent attack that could come from above at any moment.
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