Freya woke up from the cold in a daze, but what she saw was not a glacier canyon stacked like ice knives, and her ears were no longer filled with the shivering howl of the canyon ice wind. She remembered herself
When she fainted, she was on the windward side of the glacier, but now she was in a mountain col with quiet wind. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious, and the coldness seemed to seep into her limbs. She gritted her teeth and finally managed to get out of the snow.
She managed to get up. But Freya suddenly noticed something she had never seen before.
Not far from the shaky field of vision, stood a small thing, a bit like a small snowman, but its pair of slender arms were not ordinary dry branches, but made of ice crystals; that little thing
With his hands folded on his waist, he half-bent over and looked at Freya not far away. He looked a bit like the butler in the lord's castle, but he was not tall and his face was covered with ice crystals.
Beard and eyebrows, under the eyebrows, a pair of bright eyes are shining.
Freya was startled. She had never seen anything like this before. She suddenly woke up and stood up in the snow as if she were on a spring. But she didn't expect that her sudden movements would frighten the other party as well.
The little thing was so frightened that he took two steps back and stumbled on a tree root. Then he sat down in the snow. It took him a long time to get up. Then the two of them stared at each other for a while.
With.
There was an embarrassing silence in the snow.
After a long while, Freya finally noticed that the other party did not seem to be hostile. After thinking about it, she asked tentatively: "Did you bring me here?"
The snowman was startled, then he quickly patted the snow powder on his body and stood up, bowing respectfully to Freya: "No, it's not me. It was the master who brought you here, dear little master.
"It can actually speak Cruze, but the tone is a little weird. It's like a duck quacking, which makes people feel very funny.
Freya's mouth opened and couldn't be closed and turned into an 'O' shape. She was shocked by the other party's name to her. "Wait, what did you call me, and who is your master?"
"The master is the master, dear little master." The snowman replied in a very matter-of-fact tone. It seemed that the correct answer to this question should be like this.
"Wait a minute, I'm not a little master. Did you admit the wrong person?"
"The master said that you are the most distinguished guest here. The master asked us to treat you with the courtesy of a young master. The master said so. The master must be right."
Freya felt that her brain was running out. She just felt that if Brando were here, he would be able to figure out what happened quickly. But this girl from the countryside of Butchi is not stupid either. She touched it first
She touched the side of the belt: the Lion Heart Sword was still in the scabbard at that place; she touched her pocket again: the slate Brando gave her was also safe and sound. Even the ruby ring was still on her hand, and she relaxed a little.
In one breath, this shows that the other party at least has no ill intentions.
She calmed down a little, and after a while, she asked the snowman: "Hello, what should I call you?"
The snowman put a hand like a dead branch on his chest, and learned the human etiquette to salute her: "We are the Toliphon fairies who have lived here for generations, dear little master. We have no names, you can
Call us 'Hey' or 'Come here'. Anyway, each of us looks similar to you, but in fact there are still some differences. As long as you count our beards and eyebrows carefully, you will find the number, shape
It’s not quite the same.”
Before the introduction of the fairy Tolipon was finished, Freya burst out laughing. The little thing learned the etiquette of human nobles in a serious manner, but what he said was irrelevant, which was really funny. She held back her laughter.
, asked: "Where is your master?"
"The master is in the house."
"The house? Can I go see him?"
"The master said that if the little master wakes up, he will take you to see him."
"Take me to see him?" Freya was a little confused: "Can you do it now?"
Tollifan the elf nodded.
Freya stood up from the snow, patted her clothes, and realized that her injuries had recovered. She remembered that she was seriously injured before she fell into coma, and she killed the silver monster with the last blow.
I can’t remember exactly what happened. I only vaguely remember that the slate in my bag fell out and shone in the snow. I felt as if I had fallen into a furnace and was in pain. Then I fell unconscious. But the slate is still fine now.
She put the ground in her waist bag and squeezed it with her hands. It was as cold as before and there was no change at all.
Freya didn't know whether the recovery from her injuries was related to the changes at that time, or to the mysterious owner of these little goblins, but she saw that the small figure of the snowman had climbed to the mountain pass in front of him using his hands and feet, and he stood there
Someone waved to her from under a snow-white thorn bush, and Freya quickly followed.
Freya found that she seemed to be in a secluded valley. She followed the fairy Tolyfin and first passed through a dense forest made of white thorns that she had seen before.
This kind of plant seems to be distributed throughout the valley. These white thorns can grow to very high heights, just like the trees outside, but their tops are bent down, with glowing fruits hanging on them, like street lamps.
A soft glow illuminates the winding path through the jungle.
There are many animals in the white woods. At least Freya saw a kind of squirrel with gray-white fur, looking for shrub seeds under the thorn bushes. Occasionally, they would pass through the path in groups, or use dark squirrels.
Her big eyes were wary of her as an outsider. On the thorns crossing her head, there were many birds like spotted finches, but these birds had silver feathers and long tail feathers.
Not afraid of strangers, he let Freya and the goblin pass by below, but tilted his head to look at her uninvited guest.
After walking for a while, the white thorns suddenly parted left and right. Freya's eyes lit up slightly, and a look of surprise appeared on her face. After the thorn bushes parted, a mountain spring surrounded by jungle was revealed from behind. The spring started from the rock.
She hung down from the wall and fell into a pool. Steam was rising in the pool. It was obviously a hot spring formed by geothermal heat. But these were not surprising enough. She saw that the land next to the hot spring was covered with emerald green vegetation.
and meadow, and on this meadow, a blue stag was lying.
The stag had obviously noticed her, and Freya didn't know if she had misunderstood, but she saw that the stag actually showed a kind look towards her.
This made her recognize the other person at once. It was the stag that had led them all out of trouble the night before.
She seemed to understand something immediately. But at this time, the Toliphon fairy who was leading the way stopped, and it turned back to look at Freya. The surprised girl looked ahead and found that the white thorn bushes had reached the end in front.
, there was an open space in front of the mountain wall. An artificial building was carved out on the mountain wall, forming an arch three or four people high. Freya looked at the arch, and then at Toli who stopped.
Fairy Fen asked: "Do you want me to go in?"
The snowman nodded.
Freya had no choice but to muster up the courage and take a few steps forward into the cave. The surrounding light suddenly dimmed, but after adapting to the dim environment, she gradually saw the inside of the cave clearly. Behind the arch was a natural cave.
, as if the artificial axe-cut marks outside are just to modify the entrance of the cave. Like most glacier caves here, the inner wall of the cave is made of smooth ice, but the cave is not deep and extends inward for twenty or thirty feet.
.Then it stopped abruptly and was cut off by a vertical ice wall.
Freya couldn't help but widen her eyes. Where was the owner mentioned by the little goblin? There was obviously nothing in the cave.
But just when she was confused, the ice wall in front of her suddenly melted, forming a small door, and then a voice said: "Please come in, Miss Freya."
"You know me?" Freya was startled and asked.
But the voice didn't answer. Freya was nervous and curious. She was actually very worried about the safety of Brando, Nymesis and the little prince at the moment, but she couldn't figure out where she was. She waited.
After a while, I saw that the voice had no intention of continuing, so I had to lower my body and half-bend through the small door on the ice wall. The thick ice wall was about ten feet long.
Behind the small door, she suddenly felt her eyes light up, and the surrounding temperature also increased a few degrees. Instead of being cold as before in the valley, there was a warm atmosphere. Freya raised her head in surprise and found that behind the ice wall was actually
A very comfortable room, just like the furnishings of the noble study rooms she had seen in Ampelsel. There were tables, high-back chairs, bookshelves, and a fireplace. The floor was covered with thick paving.
There is a thick carpet, a bright flame is burning in the fireplace, the bookshelf is filled with books, and there are silver candlesticks and dinner plates on the table. The candlelight is soft, and the dinner plates are filled with all kinds of food. The food is steaming, as if it had just been eaten.
It's like being taken out of the oven.
The room was empty, but someone automatically pulled out a chair for Freya, put a plate and cutlery on it, and invited her to sit down. "Please sit down," the voice said again.
Freya knew that if she didn't do what the other party said, the voice would probably ignore her. She hesitated for a moment and sat on it. Immediately, a white porcelain tea cup automatically flew down from the shelf next to it and placed it in front of her.
, then the silver teapot on the table seemed to be held up by an invisible hand, tilted slightly, and poured tea for her.
The tea is a beautiful red color, like agate in the cup.
Freya was a little embarrassed. She put her hands on her knees. Suddenly she remembered what she had learned in etiquette class and subconsciously said: "Thank you."
The voice seemed to recognize the restraint of this girl from the countryside of Butchi, and couldn't help laughing.
"Don't be nervous," he said. "Don't be nervous. We haven't entertained guests here for a long time."
Freya breathed lightly. She didn't know what it meant that she hadn't entertained guests for a long time. Did it mean that guests had been entertained here before? Or did it mean something else. She asked with doubts: "Hello, may I ask?
Are you the master here? Did you save me?"
"We will discuss this issue later. You can try the tea I made first." The voice replied gently.
It is not a wise thing to drink something of unknown origin in a completely unfamiliar place, but Freya felt that there was no need for the other party to bother with it. She hesitated for a moment, but still patiently picked up the white porcelain tea cup and took a sip.
The black tea was very delicious, with a strong taste of milk. After entering the mouth, she felt as if all the fatigue in her body was gone. Even the aches and pains caused by falling asleep in the snow disappeared in an instant, but she had no intention of drinking tea.
But after taking a sip, he put down the cup with both hands with a heavy heart.
"How?" the voice asked.
"Well, very good, thank you for the hospitality." Freya replied carefully thinking about her words.
"You seem worried?"
Freya is not an idiot, and now she can confirm that the other party is the owner of this place.
"Because I don't know where this place is, I'm confused."
"This is just a 'place'. Because it is not essentially different from other 'places'. If you think about this issue seriously, you will find that it is not important to you, right?" the voice replied.
Freya thought this statement was weird, but it couldn't be said to be wrong. What she really cared about was not where she was, but how far away she was from Brando and Nymesis. She said it honestly.
Nodding: "Yes, I am worried about my companions. I lost my way with them. I'm sorry. I don't mean to cause trouble to you, but can you help me get out of here?"
She paused for a moment: "...Or, you can also order the goblins."
"There is no need to worry," the voice said: "Miss Freya, there is no need to worry. I brought each of you here because I want you to do me a favor."
"Are you guiding us?" Freya thought of the stag she had seen outside the door, and couldn't help but believe it in her heart: "But who are you? How can we help you?"
"My power has been very weak, but it is not difficult to lead you here. Because I know your purpose of coming here, so I just need to tell you the direction." The voice laughed: "To make a long story short, after all, I am here
Time is running out. Let me introduce myself first. My name is Mirondal, or Milos as the Cruz people call me."
Pat. The tea cup in Freya's hand fell on the tray, and she didn't even notice that the tea splashed on the tablecloth. Before coming here, she had never even heard of this name, but soon. The name came to her.
As if the glaciers and wind and frost in this forest were deeply engraved in her memory, Brando's words echoed in her heart over and over again, shocking her.
"you you you……"
"You guessed it right, I am the first frost giant in this world. They respectfully call me father, and you humans call me god. I accept all these titles one by one, because I have such qualifications."
"But..." Freya wanted to say, but since the stars fell to the ground, the gods have already left this world. Legend has it that they went away with the Dragon of Dusk and never returned, although people built many of them in Warnd.
The temple was built to commemorate the era when gods and humans coexisted, but everyone understood that the era of mortals had long since arrived. But she could not say this. She was stunned by the sudden news.
"Are you confused?" The voice seemed to know what she was thinking.
Freya managed to calm herself down and nodded.
"In fact, you don't need to be so surprised. Milos has long since died. I am just a myth left by a great will."
"Myth?"
"People's thoughts will repeatedly linger on the problem they most wanted to solve during their lifetime. This kind of myth will occasionally become a ghost-like existence, but if your own existence is too strong, this kind of thinking will become like a ghost.
In essence, it is like an existence like me." The voice replied gently.
"Are you saying there is something bothering you? But shouldn't gods be omniscient and omnipotent?"
"Perhaps only Lady Martha can be omniscient and omnipotent. We just think more than you. However, my myth has nothing to do with you. It is just a distraction. But today I want you to do me a favor, Freya.
, this matter is not only related to you and your companions, but also to the young master of Valhalla, I know him, don’t you?”
"Brando?" Freya was so shocked that she almost stood up.
The voice didn't answer, but Freya had a strange feeling, feeling that the other person nodded silently.
"What do you want me to do for you?" Freya had to ask cautiously, although she felt that there must be something wrong with this. How could she help with a problem that troubled even the gods.
There was silence in the room for a moment.
"I want you to prevent my resurrection."
After a long while, the voice slowly spoke.
"What!" Freya jumped up from her chair as if she had been electrocuted, as if she had heard the most incredible thing since she was born, with a look of astonishment on her face: "What did you say!?"
"Prevent my resurrection, Freya."
"The great will is gradually awakening from the darkness. You don't know what will happen, but for the entire Warnde, this is an unpredictable fate. The era of gods is over. This has nothing to do with myths. I
I don’t know the answer to that question, but the Azure Knight has given you an answer, and this answer cannot be rewritten, Freya.”
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ps: I will continue to recommend Silly Heizi’s new book "The Disaster Is Coming". I guess the updates in the past few days are pretty good, ==, I will continue to work hard. (To be continued...)
