The thin figure of the hunter girl was struggling along the cliff in front of her, shaky. She said that in her dream, she saw her brother walking through an ice wall as steep as a knife.
A labyrinth hall composed of thousands of ice prisms.
As everyone walked through the ice cave tunnel filled with ancient corpses, what appeared in front of them was this scene:
The underground glacier seemed to have been cut suddenly with a knife, and the entire section appeared in front. The section extended from the ground to the surface nearly a thousand feet above, forming a cliff-like abyss. Standing on the edge of the ice section, looking up was gray.
The sky is whistling with cold wind, and downwards there is a bottomless abyss. The north wind carries the chaotic magic power and screams from hundreds of feet away, creating a vast expanse of white that resembles tens of thousands of ghosts.
It's just like the winter colt that drives the north wind goddess Jupis in mythology, or it's like an icy blue stream, like the waves of a river, rushing endlessly.
This scene was just like what Peya had described before. When everyone came here, they couldn't help but be stunned.
It sounds weird to use dreams to seek answers. Although the witches firmly believe that dreams predict reality, most people think this is absurd. Even Veronica, who supports Brando, cannot help but think that this young lord
The idea was a bit too taken for granted, Laurenna and Shiduo even had a little doubt.
The eldest son of the empire was noncommittal about this, as if that cold expression was his trademark.
The only ones who support Brando, apart from those who first followed him, such as Qian and Medisa, who firmly believe in his decision, are the witches and Feras.
As for the latter, no need to ask, our knight is willing to believe anyone he likes, no matter how ridiculous the reason for belief is.
But Brando himself had a vague hunch. In fact, he had been having this illusion since the whole day - something was guiding them.
More than once, he remembered his strange dream and the unexplained eyes behind his back.
"You mean that sound on the ice?"
Suddenly, a long-lost familiar voice sounded in his mind. Brando was startled for a moment, and immediately reacted: "Lord St. Osol. Are you awake?"
The sound on the ice had been following them since they passed through the intersecting cracks under the long ice. The low rustling sound would have been difficult to detect hundreds of feet away. If it weren't for the flow of dark magic.
Lando occasionally even thought it was just an illusion.
But he was obviously not the only one in the team who noticed this. Aloz and the Gray Sword Master were both on alert.
Except for glacier worms, the only things that can move under the ice are those that are unclear. But glacier worms rarely shuttle between faults, and Brando knows this very well.
"That's not what you mean. Part of the blood in your body is becoming restless. Haven't you noticed this, little guy?" St. Osol's voice was a little lazy, but she soon became serious, using her unique seriousness.
He said in a slightly mocking tone: "Your mental state is not good at all now. Do you expect me to be able to sleep under such circumstances?"
"Not in a good mental state? What do you mean?"
Brando was a little puzzled. Since entering the Black Forest, the elf sister had spent very little time talking to him. She only occasionally discussed with him about the era of the War of Saints. Most of the time, she still urged him to study.
The lost knowledge of swordsmanship and mist elves. She suddenly woke up today and must have noticed something special.
"Confusion, you are affected by that dream. Something here is calling you. It is trying to influence your mind." Saint Osol replied seriously.
Brando thought of the golden box as if being pricked by a needle. He calmed himself down first, and then asked: "Lord Saint Osol, did you notice something?"
"I think it's that thing. I don't know whether to say you are lucky or bad." Elf Sister sighed.
Brando was slightly startled.
"Back then, we drove a group of Min'er people southward, chasing them from the plains north of Eruin into the southern territory that was still covered by the black forest. After the Dark Dragon was sealed, they stole one of the seals from Yasu
, wanted to enter the Ring of Trade Winds to collect another seal. We and the Silver Elves chased them here. We thought they fled into Madala from the direction of Butchi and formed the descendants of the Min'er people who are there today. Unexpectedly
They split into two, and one part passed through the frost-stained forest and headed east to the sea——"
"Wait a minute," Brando was shocked. He suddenly stopped what the great mist elf sage was saying in his heart and asked, "You said they stole one of the seals from Yasu and wanted to enter."
Ring of Trade Winds to collect another seal, you are not talking about the gray gem, are you?"
"What else is there besides it?" St. Osor's voice became a little angry, and it seemed that the chase was not going very smoothly.
Brando understood something in an instant. The golden box dropped by the Miner people into the Great Rift Valley once again appeared in his mind. He raised his head and glanced at the cliff with a mirror-like smooth section, and his expression was a little strange.
"Understood?"
"I understand, but I don't understand why they didn't take away the seal and bring it on board, why they left it here." Brando asked in his heart.
He was vaguely looking forward to it. If the first seal of the Dark Dragon had brought him endless benefits, the fanatical power brought by the Fool's talent was now almost one of his biggest trump cards, not to mention the witch's.
Allegiance.
Although St. Osol's words did not sound so happy, Brando could understand her mood. No matter what he said verbally, the Elf Sage was probably still worried that the Dark Dragon would be resurrected again.
Brando is not without such worries, but he regards this power more as a kind of data in the game. The black and white words written on the character panel really make it difficult for people to feel any danger; at least so far
So far, for Brando, this world is all about the game. Almost nothing unexpected has happened, so he has reason to believe that this inexplicable character panel will not deceive him on this issue.
Unless this damn 'system' itself is a fucking thing created by the Dragon of Darkness.
But this is unlikely, because Odin is just a planeswalker. Brando actually has a vague hunch in his heart that the authority of his 'system' is much higher than that of the planeswalker, because this 'system' can perfectly accommodate
Planeswalker, as a modern person, has never heard of any low-level system that can completely accommodate high-level systems. This is illogical.
St. Osol 'looked' at him in his thinking world, and Brando could see the elf sister with her arms folded in front of his eyes - she obviously could see what Brando was thinking at a glance.
But as always, the sage did not criticize Brando's disapproval of the idea. He just replied with a proud look: "Who knows, maybe they can't take them away. You have to know that we are behind them."
The Lin Brigade Legion and the Dragon King Cavalry of the Silver Elf, carrying the seal of the Dark Dragon, want to leave this land without anyone noticing, which is really too delusional."
Brando was skeptical about the Elf Queen's words. If the Fog Elf and the Silver Elf were really that powerful, the Miner people might not be able to pass through the Lion Pass on the border between Eruin and Cruz - of course, there was no Elf at that time.
The kingdom of Luyin exists, but the Lion Pass has been established since the first battle.
However, he wisely did not dwell on this issue. It would be rude to offend an elf lady rashly. And it would be unwise to offend an elderly lady with outstanding strength. He decisively skipped the question and asked
: "Sir, you are saying that the gray gem is not far away from us. Can we find a way to get it back?"
"Do you really want to get it back?" Saint Osol glanced at him again.
"Of course, I need strength now. Lord Saint Osol, you understand. I will handle it carefully, please rest assured." Brando replied.
The elf lady suddenly smiled: "What are you worried about, little guy? I never said you couldn't get it back. Rather than letting you absorb the seal, it's better than falling into the hands of people with ulterior motives. Besides, it's better for you to absorb the seal."
Yes, Odin also recognized you, didn't he? There are not many people who can make that arrogant guy like you. I still don't understand what he likes about you."
St. Osor thought for a moment, supported his chin with his hand and nodded: "It seems that I am too discerning."
"So?" Brando became a little excited, as if the depression of being monitored throughout the day was swept away at this moment.
"Don't be too happy, little guy," St. Osol snorted and smiled: "You want to know the location of that thing? In fact, there is no need. It is not far from you, and it is getting closer."
"Getting closer?" Brando was startled.
"The leader of the Min'er people is called Sebos Anzu. You may not have heard of his name, but in our time, he was a very famous guy. The Cruz people called him the Last Frost.
Wei, meaning that there will never be a more outstanding Frost Knight after him——"
Saint Osor suddenly mentioned in a casual manner: "If he had not been murdered or usurped power, the gray gem should be kept by him. The Frost Knights will make an oath, and once they make an oath, they will always protect their promises.
,from birth to death——”
"You understand what I mean?"
Brando stared dumbfounded at the elegant elf lady in front of him. The sage's eyes, as deep as the starry sky, were shining with a cunning light like a little girl waiting for a good show.
What kind of international joke are you kidding? How could he not recognize Sebos? Anzu, the leader of the Black Crow Clan of the Miner people and the last Frost Knight Lord, defended the Winterhowling Pass by himself during the Last Battle and let Cruz and the entire White Wolf Army
A man who dared not move forward and became a laughing stock from then on.
Mountain residents still recite his image of a man and a horse on the mountain pass as if he were independent from the world. The lone wolf painted on the red stone slab is his personal glory.
Such a hero who only appears in legends and epics, now it seems that Saint Osol is preparing to cause trouble for them?
What a joke, this guy's opponents back then were figures like King of Fire Gilt, Queen of the Winds St. Osor, Archbishop Faenzan and Crown of Mountains Airanta.
Who is Brando?
But Brando suddenly turned around with a strange expression. As soon as Saint Osol finished speaking, a creaking sound came from above everyone's heads. Gray Sword Saint Mephistopheles, Aloz, and Veronica raised their heads at the same time.
At first, they only saw a crack visible to the naked eye in the center of the ice above their heads, extending forward at a rapid speed.
