Vortigern held Hevin's hand. The moment the ice cube was touched by the armor, several cracks appeared. It continued to grow along Hevin's body, spread all over the body, and then turned into ice crystal dust.

Along with gloves.

After seeing Hevin's body disintegrate, Enid's part felt intense grief and guilt.

But Vortigern had long been accustomed to these emotions and suppressed them with a strong will.

He began to feel uneasy.

Autumn in Forth is colder than winter in other cities.

But even if it's like winter all year round in Fos, it won't turn into a real winter here. The power of the young white dragon is too weak.

But if it is the White Dragon King himself, then the place where he is is the real winter.

And as long as all the power of "Ular's Glory" can be released, then there are no longer any conditions to use it.

Because as long as Ullal, the god of winter, doesn't want it, winter will never stop.

The icy storm surged out of the armor again. Vortigern could not control the loss of power. The ice and snow gathered in the center of the room, condensing into a human figure.

Hewen stood in mid-air and took a deep breath:

"Thank you."

He is very familiar with Vortigern. As long as a proud person like him uses the power he possesses in front of him, he will use the same and more powerful power to destroy the enemy's vitality and self-confidence.

And as long as he says that he is not from the Midgard, Vortigern will definitely use the most powerful force to deal with him.

The Winter Dragon can change the seasons and make winter come.

Vortigern watched helplessly as his own power left his body and poured into Hevin's body. He said in a hoarse and weak voice:

"Who are you? Is this a trap? Are you secretly guiding her to let me come into this body?"

Vortigern said cruelly:

"Fortunately, I didn't put all my soul into it, but I still have the strength to commit suicide, so all your efforts will be in vain."

Hewen said:

"In the name of Ullal, I just want you to leave Enid's body."

Vortigern put away his threatening expression:

"Oh? Don't you want to steal my power?",

One-ninth of the white dragon's soul shared one-third of the winter's authority, and now there is no trace left.

Hewen asked:

Answer my question and leave Enid's body, and I will give you your power back."

Vortigern immediately agreed:

"Can."

The focus now is to get back his own power first. As for Hevin's conditions...

He has no intention of discarding this useful body.

Vortigern was not only a proud tyrant, but also an insidious dragon.

Hewen asked:

"How did you escape the underworld, bypassing the Lord of Death?"

Vortigern replied with a relaxed expression:

"The Lord of Death has no time to care about us. She will leave the throne every once in a while. No one in the underworld of Helm knows where she is going, but what is certain is that she is becoming more powerful and terrifying day by day."

Is Hela about to break free from the cage forged by Odin?

At dusk that year, Hela failed to break free from the prison and cut off the head of the father of the gods together with her father.

She has always been worried about this matter.

Vortigern said:

"Can you give me your power back? I will leave her body immediately after you give it back to me."

The evil dragon is lying.

Hewen said:

"Swear in the name of the White Dragon King."

Vortigern suppressed the joy in his heart:

"Swear in the name of the White Dragon King."

If the other party knew him well, he would not say such things. He is the embodiment of tyranny and the master of conspiracy.

Hevin put his hands on the armor.

Then pull out the Fallen Wings directly from the armor.

This is a magic prop that he forged himself, and he can take it off at any time.

The white dragon's soul was pulled away from Enid's body by strong suction and rushed towards the small silver ring.

Vortigern wailed:

"No! You lied to me?"

Hewen said:

"This feels pretty good. You can try it next time."

The white dragon's soul roared viciously:

"You can let me leave Enid temporarily, but I am her fate. She cannot escape. She will become the greatest evil queen. She will never get true peace and happiness. She will live in nightmares.

And spend the rest of her life in pain, the person she loves will not love her back, and she will be killed by the person she trusts."

Vortigern uttered a vicious sentence in a hoarse voice:

"This is the curse of Vortigern Pendragon, the White Dragon King!"

Although the evil king's soul has been almost swallowed up by the silver bracelet, his eyes are still cold and evil.

Hewen looked at him with equally cold eyes and replied:

"You will become the most miserable king of England. You will never be able to return to the world of the reborn, and you will continue to lose to King Arthur. Until the end of your life, you will not be able to defeat your old enemy.

"This is my prophecy."

Curses and prophecies are powerful magics, but no matter how powerful the curse is, it cannot be released out of thin air. Curses can only lead a person to the destiny that she is already very close to.

Curses cannot harm the brave men who move forward unswervingly, cannot affect the wise men who understand the laws of all things, and cannot shake the sages who can distinguish between good and evil, right and wrong.

But the curse is still one of the most evil forbidden spells. Even its caster cannot take back control. If he is not careful, the curse will in turn devour its owner.

A power that only the most confident evil wizards dare to harness.

"Hevin." Enid's hoarse voice full of pain came from her mouth, and she staggered backwards.

Hevin put one hand on Enid's back and handed the water glass he had prepared to her lips.

"Gulu gulu."

Enid looked at Hevin dimly, showing a reassuring smile:

"Wright, it's great that you are still alive. I had a very bad nightmare. I dreamed that you were killed by a bad person..."

Enid's voice was low:

"I dreamed that I was the bad guy."

Hewen gently picked her up and placed her on the sofa:

"That was a really bad nightmare."

Enid squinted her eyes and said dazedly:

"Wright, you look like a big snowman."

Hewen touched her forehead:

"Have a good sleep."

Enid suddenly opened her eyes slightly and said:

"That wasn't a dream, was it?"

Hewen responded:

"Um."

Enid's voice was full of guilt:

"sorry."

Hewen shook his head:

"That's not your fault."

Enid said:

"I felt like I was him at the time, but I couldn't influence his behavior at all. His evil was so unquestionable..."

Enid asked softly:

"Is it really like what he said? Is that my fate? Is it a fate that I can't escape?"

Hewen stood up:

"Many people have predicted when I will die. If what they said was true, I would have died countless times."

Hevin picked up the Fallen Wings:
Chapter completed!