Chapter 328: The Frozen Blood of the Frost Whisperer
"What's this?"
Si An felt suffocated by the almost cruel sight in front of him.
What appeared before them was a strange and desperate situation reminiscent of an icehouse or an ice and snow park——
In a sealed basement completely covered by ice, there are nine human-shaped ice sculptures sitting around a round table.
Some people stood up angrily, some relaxed their bodies calmly and spread their hands, some gathered together with the people around them and whispered, some leaned back as if they wanted to stay away from others...
Like a work of art, the ice sculpture composed of nine elves, four men and five women, with different movements and expressions, seems to be alive.
But it is obviously different from sculpture.
The movements of sculptures are always exaggerated. In order to highlight the sense of strength or weakness, or to maintain physical or artistic balance... Maybe the movements and demeanor of one or two human sculptures will be very similar to real people, but
If there are multiple sculptures, you will immediately notice that they are different from the real person and slightly incongruous.
It feels like capturing and posing.
But what appeared before them was a "captured" scene.
He could even see a man whose eyelids were only open a small slit, and even looked a little stupid, not knowing whether he was opening or closing his eyes; he could also see that the facial features of the man with an angry expression were twisted and skewed.
It was as if time suddenly stood still.
"……What's happening here?"
he murmured.
"They are all Frost Whisperers."
As the only human-ghost translator - or psychic, Citalopram translated Miss Porfis's words to the other players at the same time: "But don't be nervous. They maintained such actions, not because they triggered some trap...
…They all came to the underground chamber voluntarily and sacrificed their lives.
"In other words, they originally planned to hide in the public nightmare. This was just a final use of their bodies before escaping."
"...In other words, is this a ritual?"
Si Anke reacted quickly.
Citalopram responded immediately: "Yes, exactly."
The position they are in is the lowest position even in this "sewer".
They walked along the sewer into the city, turning left and right for more than 20 minutes before finally finding a building that looked like a huge well.
The mouth of this "well" is more than three meters higher than the ground. But it is not difficult to climb... because there are stairs leading to the mouth of the well. And the stairs are very spacious and not very narrow.
It's very narrow and short, as if you can only step on it if you turn sideways.
This shows that the designer considered the possibility that someone would run here from the sewers from the very beginning.
After they boarded the wellhead, they found that there were U-shaped steel pipes like staplers inside, forming a ladder-like structure on both sides of the wellhead.
They climbed down - they climbed for nearly five minutes before finally arriving here. The lower they went down, the colder it became. Halfway through the journey, the steel pipe was already sealed with a layer of ice. By the fourth
After three-quarters of the time, the surroundings had completely turned into a world of ice and snow.
Yes, there are not even horizontal doors or windows here.
Going down the ladders on both sides, you can see the wooden tabletop in the center of the wellhead.
They stepped onto the table and then jumped off the table.
The ground and walls are all covered with extremely solid thick ice. Even after hundreds or thousands of years have passed, the ice here has still not melted.
The strong cold air can even make tiny ice shavings flying in the air visible to the naked eye. Dove has been frozen into a ball, huddled in the chocolate clothes... And Si An couldn't help but trembled and stepped on the ground to keep warm.
Only then could he barely keep his voice from trembling when he spoke.
But Citalopram... She could clearly feel the chill, but there was no sign of trembling in her body.
"They donated their bodies before death to perform a ritual. The name of this ritual is 'The Nine Aspects of the Unburnt'. Nine extraordinary beings of the same profession took poison mixed with honey pills.
Perform a mysterious play called the 'Nine-Man Sacrifice', and die during the play to forcefully interrupt the ceremony.
"It's not that they need to achieve any purpose with this ritual. It's to get the by-product of this ritual - in the self-sacrifice type ritual, the bodies of the dead extraordinary people will not turn into nightmares... but will
It becomes 'untransformed cursed material'. All curses and one's own soul are sealed in it.
"After the ritual absorbed their souls, all that was left was the body overflowing with curses. Since this ritual is based on the nine Frost Whisperers, the curses that are overflowing and gathering around them will
Through the corpses of the nine frost whisperers, it is transformed into pure chill."
Translated by Citalopram.
Hearing this, Si Anqi was a little confused: "They spent a lot of time... What are they going to do?
"Just to build a refrigerator?"
"……seems like it."
Citalopram paused and replied in a low voice.
These two sentences are not translations, but her own thoughts: "The technology of the elves seems to be focused on curse energy... At least the elves of the Third Age are like this.
"They can't make a refrigerator without the power of the curse. And actually, even we can't let the refrigerator keep cooling without using any energy..."
"...Kelvin closed the coffin board with joy and lay back."
Dove complained on the forum: "In this strange place, the world is always full of unexpected science."
"Let's collect it first."
Citalopram ordered: "The light blue liquid in this ice layer is the 'frozen blood of the Frost Whisperer'. I don't know how much Annan wants... I'll take half a pound first."
"Half a catty is too much!"
Si Anqi complained.
"what can I do?"
Citalopram said helplessly: "We didn't bring a container? Who knew that 'eternally frozen blood' is actually liquid..."
"It's better to cut off an arm and take it away after it's frozen. I saw Annan has already rushed over, so I hurried out and handed it over to him. There's no need to worry about sending it back to wait for it to melt."
"If it's for freezing, then you might as well cut off the head. At least this way the fault will be smaller..."
Dove complained on the forum.
"its not right?"
Si Anke suddenly realized something: "If the elves are trying to create an eternal refrigeration barrier... then what exactly are they planning to preserve?
"When we just came down, there was nothing on the table."
"Porphys has already said that."
Citalopram shook his head and explained: "It's not that there is nothing, but that it was taken away.
"In some sense, this is indeed a well - it is spacious enough. Even if you avoid the U-shaped handles on both sides, the remaining part is enough to lift something out. And Porphys also said
Passed by... the place where the holy bones were once stored, and the place where the 'frozen blood of the Frost Whisperer' was collected are on the same road.
"I speculate that this should be the place where the elves originally planned to store the holy bones. This means that the elves should have given up on the idea of signing a sacred contract with the holy bones at that time, or it may be that they were unable to sign a contract.
"Judging from the timeline, this place should have been built some time before the elves held the grand ceremony... It can even be said that it may have been forcibly dug out by using magic energy and turning on the creative mode.
"At that time, the elves thought that the holy bones would always be kept here. They created this ritual to suppress the activity of the holy bones as much as possible and prevent the curse from leaking out.
"Since medicinal wine can anesthetize the holy bones, there is no reason why low temperature cannot reduce its activity. Moreover, medicine will always deteriorate at room temperature. But if it is stored in a low-temperature environment, the storage time will be increased to some extent."
Citalopram knows this very well.
Today, there are no bottles containing the holy bones.
In other words... after the ceremony here was completed, and some time passed, Porphys's mother took away the holy bones stored here.
And Annan's discovery can further confirm this speculation——
The bottle he picked up over there was the bottle left after the Heart of Justice was taken away.
And judging from the fact that it "has lost its efficacy"... I'm afraid that the bottle will appear in that position because the holy skeleton has lost control after leaving the cold storage.
But these are details.
Annan and the child did not go down, but waited for them to come back at the only entrance and exit.
Whether it is a hand or a head, when it is delivered to Annan, Annan will indeed have a way to prevent the ice on the surface from melting.
If you can't even do this kind of thing, then it's better not to advance.
The remaining unused parts may be used to make some equipment and then be sold back to players... just in time to practice their skills.
It’s finally time to advance...
Annan held up the "Holy Skeleton Extract" wrapped in his coat and took a deep breath, a little nervously.
Finally... are you going to end things with that painter?