The interlaced ice crevices are deep and winding, like the blood vessels of a giant beast intricately distributed under the glacier. However, there is no blood pulsation inside, only darkness and silence. Water droplets drip from under the ice edges several feet long, occasionally making a tinkling sound, breaking the ice.
This is silent and lonely.
A sudden footsteps broke into the dreamlike silence, stumbling, the footsteps seemed to be being chased, or chasing something. It passed through the ice caves connected one after another, and then a young man came into view. The young man
His skin was dark, and his clothes were in tatters and stained with blood, but his eyes under his long messy hair exuded a burning brilliance.
Yaluta was breathing heavily. Since entering the Frost Forest, the sword wound on his body has not healed, and the high fever continues. The surrounding scenery sometimes seems clear to him, sometimes blurry. When the condition worsens, the ice blue
The pillars even created a double image in his eyes, but in the dark, he could always see the figure that was far away and near at times.
It seemed to be a person, but there was always only one figure behind him. For two weeks, he had been walking in front of him, floating unsteadily. It was as if there was some magic urging him to cross the forest and the glacier, always following behind him, until he came here.
But Yaruta already had a splitting headache, and he could not remember much in his groggy mind, but at least he still remembered his father, his sister, and the hunter who died outside the Frost Forest that day: At that time
He huddled under the carriage and felt the wounds on his chest and abdomen bleeding profusely. His body became weaker and weaker, as if he was about to lose all consciousness.
A voice entered his mind. He only remembered that it was a neutral, emotionless voice:
"Do you want to live? Mortal? If you want to live, stand up."
"Help me...help me..." Aruta remembered moaning in a daze, but received no answer. He coughed with all his strength: "You want to save me?"
"I can't save you, but someone can."
"..." Aruta opened his mouth wide, feeling that he could hardly breathe, let alone speak. But then, a cold breath spread from his heart, allowing him to regain some consciousness.
"You must come to me and come to me. You can only save yourself by obeying my instructions."
"During this period, I will temporarily protect you, but you don't have much time."
A trace of power was injected into Yaruta's body. He barely opened his eyes and saw a huge, light blue virtual image standing in front of him. It was like a ghost, but he didn't have the strength to raise his head to look at the other person.
Only the loose robe can be seen from his face.
"Why did you save me and the others?"
"You and your sister may have some connection with the twelfth inheritance. But that's not the key. You need my help, and I need your help."
"Sister?" Aruta became excited when he heard the word: "Sister, she is still alive...?"
"She can't die, someone will save her."
"What about me, can I still see her?"
"Don't worry. You will always be reunited with your sister, as long as you obey my instructions——"
"But who are you?"
"I am Crystal, you mortals like to call me that, but I prefer my original name, 'Lucis', but what you see is not me, it is just a message; it is difficult for me to explain to you
, but you just need to understand that you need my help and I need your help."
"You need my help?"
"Yes. I need you to come to me."
"Next to me, aren't you right in front of me?"
The blue figure did not answer, but glanced down at him, and then slowly turned around. Yaruta felt that his body seemed to be recovering at an accelerated pace, and there was always a voice calling him in his heart. Somehow, he was
Then he followed me in a daze.
They walked into the forest one after another. As if no one noticed them, he passed by the black knights under Anlek, who were at a loss. Then they walked through the forest, through the valley, through the snowfield and the
On the glacier, I didn't encounter a monster. Every night after that, the blue figure would appear again, walking slowly and slowly in front of him, with the distance erratic.
Just like this day after day, Yaruta forgot about his surroundings, even about hunger and cold, and about time. But gradually the other party walked faster and faster, leaving less and less time for him.
"Aruta, you have to speed up."
"There is not much time left for you."
The young man also gradually discovered it.
His body has become heavier and heavier, and the sword wound that has not healed is like a painful mark that is always pulling on his nerves. His steps are no longer as brisk as when he first stepped into the forest, and his thoughts are sometimes clear and sometimes muddy.
, Yaluta could only maintain a limited calmness most of the day. His vision became narrower and narrower in front of his eyes, and the surrounding scenery became darker little by little. Finally, there was a moment.
He saw the blue shadow in front of him disappear.
His feet softened and he suddenly slid down the side of the ice.
There was a series of sounds of falling ice in the darkness, and then silence quickly returned.
…
"Wake up, wake up quickly, you don't have much time left."
"Wake up——"
"I need your help."
Brando opened his eyes suddenly, and his pale forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. 'When did it happen -' He raised his head in confusion, and the ice above his head always showed a magnificent faint blue.
A whistling sound called the "Whisper of Jupis" echoed in the distance in my ears. It was the sound made by the cold current passing through an isthmus in the north. At one end of the canyon, there happened to be a huge glacier connecting the ground.
This sound persists for years, but in fact it is still far away. It often makes people mistakenly think that it is a howling monster locked in the underground abyss.
Brando stared suspiciously into the depths of the cave for a while, his eyes as deep as an unsolvable puzzle. He closed the blanket that did not appear to be tight, and then he realized that he had had a dream.
He had a strange dream, in which he saw many people walking through a shimmering snowfield. They were wearing strange clothes, black and white robes, and riding wingless dragons. Those black, huge ones gradually appeared around them.
, a building like an obelisk. The building exudes a strange metallic luster and is covered with spider web-like crystal grids. Brando recognizes those as the remains of Milos - it is said that the closer you get to the center of the glacier, the more...
There will be more wreckage.
This is exactly what Brando saw in his dream. He saw those people walking through these ancient ruins and coming to the edge of a huge canyon, where they held a grand sacrificial ceremony.
Push the slave down the valley, and then throw a huge shiny box into the abyss.
As time passed slowly in the glacier, he saw that those people then settled down and became neighbors with the cavemen on the ice sheet. But suddenly there were disputes among them, and then they split, fought, and divided into two factions from within.
The losing party continued to go north, while the remaining people stayed. The good times were no longer good. Many old people froze to death on the glacier. The young people tried to leave the glacier and go to the forest, but they fell one after another on the migration road.
.
There are only a few people left——
The man he dreamed about kept watch on the glacier day after day, and saw with his own eyes that his tribe members fell one after another. Death was like a plague, and finally fell on him.
Brando vaguely remembered the last sunrise he saw in his dream. The sun rose from the west, red and huge, and the sky and the earth turned blood red, as if it was a sign of something.
Brando withdrew his gaze——
There was silence in the cave, everyone had fallen asleep, and there was a bright light at the far end of Brando's field of vision. It was a bonfire. It should be late at night, so the ones keeping watch over the bonfire were Metisha and Charles. He even occasionally
You can hear low voices coming from over there.
But Brando didn't intend to get up. He leaned quietly in the darkness alone, somewhat confused about what his weird dream meant. When he calmed down completely, he realized what he saw in the dream.
The scene may be what the Min'er people saw with their own eyes back then, and the people he saw were probably the Min'er people who passed through this glacier.
The Miner people were driven out by Gilt at the end of the War of the Saints. The time was about 2000, which was before the Year of the Golden Hoof, earlier than the era of Runes and Swords. It happened not long after that.
According to the records in the scriptures of the last great demon tide, the population of the entire continent was reduced by almost one-third during that disaster.
That was the most serious disaster that Warnd experienced after the War of the Saints.
He suddenly remembered the red and huge sun he saw in his dream, and recalled a passage in the Black Prophecy: Blood fell from the sky, and disaster stopped from west to east.
Doesn’t that describe the last great demonic tide?
But why did he suddenly dream of the scene that happened a thousand years ago? Brando himself didn't understand. He just felt that it was indescribably weird. He also remembered that the person in the dream who was thrown into the abyss by Min'er looked like Jin Yue.
A box like a cabinet, he vaguely felt that his dream might be related to this box, but he knew nothing about what was in this box, and there was no relevant record in history.
Brando let out a breath, and the feeling of being spied on rose again. He turned around subconsciously, and there was silence all around. The ice cave was like being in the body of a sleeping giant, sometimes it was so quiet.
It was heart-stopping. But Brando looked around vigilantly, and he clearly felt that there was always a pair of eyes hidden in the darkness.
‘Brando, that will never be the Guardian clan——’
He couldn't help but turn his head to the side and glanced in the direction where Aloz was sleeping, and then remembered the conversation between the two in the afternoon.
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