On the steep ice cliff, both sides stood still for a moment. Sebos stood condescendingly, and the cold wind blew the ice dust to form a white vortex behind him. The scene seemed extremely quiet, and even time was frozen. This man from the War of Saints era
The King of Frost Knights whispered quietly: "Who am I?" The voice was like a chant, echoing in the wind. He slowly raised the blood-red stabbing sword in his right hand. His movements were as gentle as a dream, but when he raised his hand
At that moment, an invisible wave of air shot out from the blade of the sword. The wind blade separated the ice dust powder forward, and headed straight for Medisa at the front at a slightly inclined angle. Wherever it passed, the air was turbulent due to
A cyclone forms after its path.
"Ectoplasm shield!" The little silver elf princess frowned and shouted, a translucent spherical grid-like shield instantly appeared in front of her; as if in an instant, the wind blade was in front of her, and there was a loud bang.
There was a sound, the air blade hit the shield head-on, and the translucent grid flashed randomly. The air blade squeezed on the shield, deformed, separated to both sides, hit the ground behind her, and left a mark on the glacier.
Two deep scratches nearly ten meters long.
When the warrior level reaches the elemental level, the basic swordsmanship will have an additional extension option - using skill and strength to compress air to form a wind blade and attack the enemy within a hundred feet. From then on, the warrior's melee attacks will be extended to long-range attacks.
Generally speaking, for swordsmen who have just entered the field of elemental civilization, the range of the wind blade can reach about one hundred feet, and at the peak stage of elemental civilization, the range will not exceed two hundred feet.
The distance between Medissa and Sebos is a full one hundred meters.
"You are Sebos! Why are you here!?" Medisa raised her head and asked in disbelief.
"Oh, I recognize you, little princess -" Sebos raised his head slightly and smiled: "Time flies so fast, what's the meaning of past memories, history, dust, are worthless.
Who am I, little princess? I am a wandering soul, what a feast. There are whispers in the north wind."
"Sebos, you actually turned yourself into an undead!?" Medissa gritted her teeth and stared at the lord of the Frost Knights, one of the highest among the Miner people, with her silver eyes: "You actually
So depraved..."
"It's just a boring agreement." Sebos replied calmly: "It is not smarter than the trivial matters of mortals. It is also not stupider than the worries of sages. Honor and sacrifice are worthless."
"Obsession," Medisha said the word word by word: "Whose agreement did you make with, the Dragon of Darkness? Sebos, you are still guarding the secrets of the Min'er people, and you know that it is impossible for you to
Comeback..."
Sebos glanced at the little princess of the silver elf, with an indifferent look in his eyes, as if the world was just a speck of dust in his eyes, and even the oath he had taken to protect was meaningless. The past and the future were all false. He suddenly stood up
The sword blade on Peiya's neck moved away, and then slowly drew a line in front of her:
"Life and death are the boundaries. Mortals, step back. What I protect is too heavy for you. Death seems to me to be a straight line, but to you it is disappearance and separation. This
It is the crossing on the River Styx. While the trivialities of this world still have color in your eyes, retreat—"
There was silence.
The name Sebos Ifmetisha said had no meaning to the others present, but Brando's words were enough to make them understand the weight of the name: "Be careful, he is Sebos Ansu."
, the frost knight lord of the Miner people, one of the leaders of the final battle, you Cruz people should know him. You gave him a title, the lone wolf of the highlands, the executioner of winter——"
"It's him!" Veronica, Mephistopheles, and Laurenna all changed their expressions. The captain of the Blue Sky Legion even subconsciously pulled out the sword in her sheath. Shi Duo screamed in fright, and even
His Royal Highness, the eldest son of the Emperor, who was suspected of having facial paralysis, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Without it, no matter whether he was an enemy or a friend, Sebos was still a hero of the previous era. The era when he was famous was the most popular in Warnd Continent.
A magnificent period of history.
To put it bluntly, Veronica and Mephistopheles are not even children in front of Sebers.
"Medissa, how are you?" Brando asked again in a low voice.
"The side of truth is at its peak level. I'm fine, but his attack seems to be a test..." Medisa stretched out her right hand, and the blazing white light formed a long silver shuttle in her palm. But she seemed
Somewhat nervous: "Lord, Sebos's strength during his lifetime was far more than this. He——"
"I know." Brando interrupted her: "I know, the key is that you are fine."
Medisa opened her mouth but did not answer, but her heart felt slightly warm.
Brando raised his head and looked at the lord of the Min'er people who looked down at them. He once made all the decisions, and the meaning of power and majesty can still be found in him.
"Lord Saint Osol." He called in his heart.
"The King of Frost Knights bound himself to the undead by taking an oath, and his strength was less than a quarter of what it was during his lifetime. No, this thing is no longer a Sebos, at best it can be regarded as a human being.
It's just a body trapped by obsession. But it must have inherited some of the abilities of this body during life. In addition, the oath transformation itself will also give the undead powers that are different from ordinary undead. You have also seen the white knight Alberton,
Be careful, Brando, the strength of this body is far beyond what you see." St. Osol reminded him in his heart.
But she suddenly stopped, "Brando... he seems to have discovered me..."
"This is impossible," Brando was stunned for a while. He never believed that anyone could see through the world of thinking. Even if there was, it would not be Sebos: "Lord St. Osol, you are -"
"There seems to be something in his hand that can be connected to me. Only the dead understand the nostalgia of the living. He sensed my existence through that thing..." St. Osor faintly felt in Brando's spiritual world.
Frowning, he interrupted Brando's words in a somewhat hasty tone.
"Something related?"
"Wait, I understand, it's the Ring of the Queen of Winds..." St. Osor suddenly took a breath of air: "No, I made a mistake. That thing is not on him, but on that little girl!"
"Little girl?" Brando suddenly reacted: "You mean Peiya?"
Fenghou nodded slowly.
Brando raised his head, just in time to see Sebos turning towards him. His eyes were golden, but the sharp eyes inside made Brando feel cold; the King of Frost Knights seemed to see
What happened? His eyebrows moved slightly, but the look on his face was still indifferent: "What a long dream. The elves of Rosa Aven and the elves of Alfheim are gathered here today; the fire and dust,
What you are pursuing is the ashes of rebirth from ruins, mortals, you are truly blind and ignorant."
Among all the people present, only Brando and Saint Osor understood the meaning of these words. The fog elves came from Rosha Aven in the Howling Peak, and the silver elves came from the Alf Sea in the Holy Silver Valley.
Well, they refer to Metissa and St. Osol respectively, but this is only a secret known to a few people. Brando saw the little silver elf princess turning back and giving him a strange look.
Veronica acted a little nervous. Few people saw the legion leader clenching the sword in her hand. Her whole body was as tense as a bowstring. Every time the undead of Sebos made a slight movement, she would be strong.
She restrained herself from getting violent; she even trembled slightly. Her reaction was not exaggerated. As the highest level of power in the Cruz Empire, she maintained a good relationship with the Temple of Fire. No one knew better than her that the King of Frost Knights was such a person.
What does the title mean?
Sebos once personally fought against the King of Fire Gilt, and Gilt was lucky enough to escape. This is recorded in the Poem of Blue. You read that right, it was the King of Fire who luckily escaped alive. As Odin, the Dragon of Darkness,
One of the nine most powerful lords of the Miner people, Sebos was once the most difficult enemy of the Four Saints in history.
But Cebus just glanced at her.
"Little girl, do you understand what it means to point a weapon at a stranger in our etiquette?" The ghost of the knight smiled nonchalantly and asked lightly.
"Sebus, I am a descendant of Gilt, the King of Fire. You and I are enemies, not friends. You should understand my pride -" Veronica took a breath and replied in a low voice.
"I understand your pride." Sebos nodded: "Eagle-like pride should spread its wings in the sky instead of walking in the shadows. You are a Cruz, I will give you a fight
opportunity." After saying that, he sheathed Fingus the Soul-Bearer, handed Xinna the Frostsinger to his right hand, and raised the blade.
"Come and challenge me, just like your ancestors a thousand years ago, honor, loyalty, worthless, but that is your choice."
"Lord Legion Commander!"
"Legion Commander!" Shiduo and Laurenna said at the same time. They knew the temper of this Legion Commander very well. If she had made up her mind, I am afraid she would really fight to the death with this terrible undead here today. Willow
Nika stretched out her hand to stop her two subordinates and replied: "Shiduo, Laurenna, remember, the Min'er people will always be the enemies of the civilized world. We are the descendants of the King of Flame, and we have no right to forgive them -
—”
When Veronica raised her sword, Brando was having a heated discussion with Saint Osol.
"Brando, what do you want to do?"
"I don't think we have to actually fight him."
"You really think so?"
"Let's wait and see."
Brando raised his head and suddenly stopped Veronica: "Wait."
He turned back, faced Sebos, and asked loudly: "I know who you are, the King of Frost Knights, and I even understand why you are waiting here. It's been a thousand years, Sebos, it's time,
I know who you are waiting for. Sebos, that inheritance has returned from the abyss of darkness. Get out of the way. We are not mortals. Get out of the way of your treasure house—"
