Looking back at the purple magic door bolt that was lowered again, Fresa always felt that the relief inlaid with the purple magic stone on the door bolt was like a tentacled monster staring at him with its eyes open. He shook his head and looked again, and the monster became indifferent again.
relief, as if everything just now was an illusion.
The snowman's whimpering sound came faintly from deeper in the depths. There was no howling wind and frost here, but the solid stone corroded faster. Although he already knew why, Fresa still noticed the deep feeling in his heart.
The chill of the place.
He couldn't even imagine the evil things under Zhenbing.
"The [Hall of Nine Deities] is right below. I'm waiting for news from you here."
The cold voice echoed in the abyss, briefly suppressing the terrifying howling.
The Frost Witch pointed to the end of the Lost Bridge, which leads to the bottom of the abyss.
"If you meet a conscious Gregor, give him this and he will let you pass."
Keslit was handed an ice-blue True Ice knife that shone with the magic emblem. Lissandra hesitated for a moment, then took off the True Ice mask and hung it on her waist, revealing her stunning beauty without the eyepatch.
Fresa was stunned by her appearance, and even had an urge to be obscene.
How can the Frost Witch, who has lived for nearly a thousand years, be so beautiful? Compared with the Frost Witch, the outstanding-looking Anatole and Keslit are like the stubborn rocks on the roadside and the bright moon in the sky.
The witch clasped her hands in front of her, stopped where she was, and stared at the frightened three people carefully with her empty blue 'eyes', and her voice was a little softer than the Ice Queen had ever had.
"Go, frost guardians, come back alive."
Watching the three people go away, Lissandra sighed, turned around, opened the magic door latch, and left quickly.
Lissandra is not worried about her extraordinary beauty being noticed by others, because she is convinced that due to their wandering moods and excessive indulgence, these three people who have entered the abyss are destined to be lost in the nightmare of the monitor and turn into withered bones on the ice.
,
And she will also successfully obtain the status of the Zhenbing seal being eroded by the monitor from the snowman's howl and the feedback from the Zhenbing Nine Pillars.
For her, as long as the three of them filled the crack with Zhen Bing before they died, it was enough...
…
Even if she was reluctant to give up and wanted to express her sudden and sincere feelings with words and actions, Fresa had to be dragged away by two fellow witches. However, if she thought about it differently, she could avoid being frozen into icicles by the frost witch.
Not bad.
The three of them did not dare to look around anymore, they just wanted to quickly go to the Hall of Nine Deities in the underground abyss to complete the task of observing the monitor.
Crossing the long and solemn gray-white stone bridge, passing by patches of evil gray grass as tall as an adult and twisted black thorns wrapping around the edge of the bridge, there are shimmering magic crystals on both sides of the road.
Legend has it that the original stone bridge did not have any magical power. It was the Frost Witch who changed the structure of the stone bridge and placed magic crystals on the stone bridge, allowing magic to be integrated into the stone bridge's guardian system.
The man was noncommittal about this.
Stepping on the heavy and ancient stones, Fresa felt a little more at ease, but he accidentally looked down and saw that the texture and layout of the stone bricks under his feet were vaguely like the beautiful naked body of the Frost Witch.
The man was breathing rapidly and couldn't help but sigh again that he had the illusion of love.
This must be because of his sincere love. He will confess his love to the witch when he returns home.
Approaching the towering black wall of stone chains, at the end of the Lost Bridge, the three of them saw a huge door bolt standing upright and suspended by a magic iron chain. It was similar to the first bolt of the Lost Bridge, but also slightly different.
The three of them looked at each other. In the dead silence, neither of them had any intention of talking. They just wanted to leave this dead, empty ghost place as soon as possible.
Taking steps, the three of them wanted to go directly through the wide-open door latch and walk down the Lost Bridge. However, the six square boulders with runes on the right quickly lowered, revealing the tall stone statue inside the altar.
The stone statue surrounded by magic icicles slowly lit up, dispelling the surrounding darkness.
At the same time, the magic glow on the door latch lit up and fell rapidly, completely sealing the entrance to the bridge, obviously not wanting the three people to pass.
"It's Guardian Gregor. It is said that he was the most loyal subordinate of Queen Avarosa, but he was killed by Queen Avarosa herself. His restless soul was fixed on the Lost Bridge, holding the watch
The horn, guarding the gate of the Lost Bridge forever and ever...
I didn’t expect that I would actually see him one day.”
As Ana Tol's words fell, the human stone statue flashed with light blue light, and a light blue soul appeared in front of the three people. It was like an ethereal soul, but also had a heavy and solid feeling.
The bearded soul wearing the fur coat of the Avarosa tribe seemed to have just woken up and seemed a little sleepy. After dozing off, his eyes widened immediately.
Soul carefully looked at the three humans who were only as tall as his own legs. Soon, Soul's expression became more sarcastic, which made the three of them a little unhappy.
"Look who came to this ungrateful place? Oh, look, it's three nasty Frost Guards. The Frost Guards all deserve to die! Damn it, why isn't a beautiful female ghost here to trouble me..."
The remaining goodwill was shattered by the polite greeting from the soul. Keslit's face, who was standing at the front, changed, and her face became a little colder.
"I originally thought that Gregor, who was loyal to Queen Avarosa, was a great senior who was willing to dedicate himself to guarding the Lost Bridge alone, but I didn't expect that he was just a lonely and pitiful old ghost with bad breath."
"You annoying little Frostguard girl, you're going to piss me off! You won't like me when I lose my temper!"
The soul puffed his beard and stared, taking out a magic hammer covered with frost from behind his buttocks, making a beating motion, and raised it high towards Keslit, but refused to drop it, but the ghost's mouth
Still hasn't stopped.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I guarded here thousands of years ago, little Frostguard girl, you are insulting a great Freljord warrior, and you are also insulting a
The Iceborn who defends the abyss with his life!"
"Senior Gregor, we are going to the Sealed Land to observe the sealing situation of the Frost Watcher. I think you don't want to betray Queen Avarosa's trust, right?"
Fresa took a step forward, stood in front of Keslit, and took the small dagger of Zhenbing from the sorcerer's hand.
"This is what the Frost Witch asked me to bring you. Please accept it."
"snort!"
Putting the guardian warhammer back on the ice seat behind his buttocks, Gregor snorted coldly, made a "huh" sound with a look of disgust on his face, took the Zhenbing small dagger, and played with it a little.
"It's getting more and more perfunctory. It's another decree from the Frost Queen. It's a gadget that has no use except to look good and to use people. Wait, why did I say it again? Forget it, maybe I slept too much and my memory is a little bad.
...But after I became a ghost and couldn’t show off to myself, how could my memory decline? Could it be that the soul also escapes through Si Chun?”
After putting away the price for opening the magic door bolt, Gregor raised his arms, his soul slowly enlarging and returning to the statue.
"Tell Lissandra to bring me a beautiful female ghost next time!"
When the runestone of the arrogant old rogue Avarosa rose again, the speechless murmurs finally dissipated.
The long-dusted door latch slowly opened, and an unsettling gaze enveloped the body. The expressions of the three of them were a little solemn, knowing that the matter had reached the most critical moment.
"Let's go, the Hall of the Nine is down there, let's speed up as much as possible."
Following the two female mages, Fresa felt a little more gloomy.
Did the relief on the magic door bolt just now make you smile?
