Jora fell into a coma, and Roger had no reason to hide his strength. He quickly climbed over the hill and came to the woods in front of the crack.

Jora's situation was very dangerous, so Roger naturally could not continue to delay, so he chose the most violent way to move forward.

Countless ice trees were cut off, and green liquid splashed out from the fracture. Suddenly the entire space trembled. Under the smooth ground, there seemed to be a huge shadow that was constantly approaching.

"What is this?!"

Roger dared not stay, and ran wildly. He didn't even think of looking back and taking a look more. He rushed into the gap in the canyon with powerful pressure.

He moved forward in the dark for a long time, but he felt that he still had not escaped the terrible sense of oppression.

It was much smoother when leaving than entering, with shadows on the side, Roger only focused on moving forward. I don’t know how long it took, but it was bright in the distance. Then he saw the familiar snow-capped mountains and snow.

"call……"

After breathing a sigh of relief, Roger did not continue to stay here.

He continued to run a distance, and as Jora described it, it took only one tenth of the time he came, and left the repeated mountain range and came somewhere before the two set out.

He is extremely unfamiliar with this world, but Roger can only work hard to distinguish the direction.

Jora's situation looks bad and he must bring her back to the Secret Valley as soon as possible.

"Ahem...let me down!"

A light cough came from behind.

"Are you awake?" Roger was overjoyed. After leaving the canyon, he had already taken back the shadow.

At this time, Jora looked in poor condition. Her body was covered with layers of ice crystals, which made her look like she had no breath of living.

Even now, what he heard was not Jora's voice, but the thoughts conveyed by the other party through his spirit.

"How is your situation?"

"Let me guide you back to the valley."

"No, we can't go there yet."

Jora replied.

"That terrible force is still there. I must drive away the coldness in my body as soon as possible, otherwise it will most likely reduce my strength permanently."

"Take me to the south and to the hottest places, I need a little help from the world!"

Jora urged.

After getting the provided location, Roger took Jorah with him to continue his departure.

Ural volcano.

This is the most famous volcanic group in the south of Elod. In fact, the power of magma cannot drive away the cold inside Jora, but what she needs now is not the natural flame, but the surrounding environment.

Implicit rules.

Even in such a place, the frost on Jora's body showed no sign of melting. When he came to the area where the flames were densest, Roger hugged Jora and jumped into the crater.

He opened up his path and came to a world completely surrounded by lava.

"Very good, it's here!"

Jora responded.

Roger couldn't help, so he could only wait silently. As time passed, he noticed that the ice crystals on the surface of Jora's body gradually melted.

But before I could have time to be happy, the disappearing ice crystals grew again. The thicker the ice crystals, the weaker the breath of Jora.

"This is not ordinary cold, it is like your flame, the cold is just its appearance!" Roger said with a frown.

“Yes, that’s true.”

"I need the power of emotions." Jora responded, and after saying that, he closed his eyes. Slowly, a faint anger appeared on her face, as if she thought of an angry past.

The veins on Jora's forehead swelled up.

With the upsurge of anger, the flames in my chest became more lively.

"So that's how it is!"

Although Roger wanted to slap Jora in the face to help increase his anger, he hesitated and felt that such help was really limited.

At this time, the frost on the surface of Jora's body completely melted, and a large wet space formed around it, and even the lava near the two was completely frozen.

The water vapor filled Jora's body wet, and his robe was tightly pressed against his body, outlining the most realistic curve.

Although they were twins, some of the acquired habits made the two different, and Roger silently withdrew his gaze.

We are pure comrades-in-arms and companions!

In these aspects, Roger feels that he is still very bottom-line.

The next second, Jora opened his eyes suddenly.

"How about it?"

"Are you better..." Before Roger could finish his words, Jora suddenly took action and gently tapped Roger's chest!

"What are you doing?!"

Roger was shocked and subconsciously retreated, but then a surging flame rose from his chest, and the flames were divided into two.

One rushes to the brain, almost burning his reason, and the other rushes to the lower abdomen, awakening the most primitive instincts of the body.

Roger knew very well that it was Jora's emotional fire that was burning in his body at this time.

This emotion is called desire.

"What are you... going to do?"

A piece of white filled Roger's vision.
Chapter completed!