The icy region was vast. Countless crystalline snowflakes turned into sharp blades in the bitter wind, slicing into the skin of every living creature.
Harley was a little exasperated. It seemed her luck wasn't very good; she was quite far from the low-temperature zone.
Now she had no choice but to cross the entire polar region.
"Half an hour to cross the polar region, one hour to gather all the materials."
Harley followed the plan she had made in advance, relying on the yew wand to determine the correct route.
An hour and a half later, Harley reappeared at the edge of the polar region.
"Is the organizer targeting Koldovstoretz's contestants?" Harley thought back to what she had seen and the map she had looked at earlier, discarding her previous assumption that she had simply been unlucky.
"The entrance we used to enter the Magic Garden was the closest to the polar region and the farthest from the ordinary cold zone.
And the polar region is so long and narrow that there's no way to go around it. They're definitely targeting us!"
After all, both Koldovstoretz contestants had fallen in the polar region, so Harley couldn't help but be suspicious.
But when she considered the locations of the other seven magic schools competing and the countries of origin of the Beyonder Apothecary Association's main members, targeting Koldovstoretz's contestants wasn't all that hard to understand.
Harley had been kind enough to send up red flares for both contestants, making sure the patrol could rescue them.
As she thought, Harley let the flames around her die away.
She had only spent a little over three hours so far, so she could easily stroll back to the square and recover some of her strength along the way.
But just as she reached the