Chapter 685

Arena, steel throne.

Modrian looked at Bertram in fear and looked calm.

This is a game hidden in the dark!

From the mission of the aranfalo Empire to the renwal mountains, this silent game has begun, until tonight's banquet, the climax comes quietly.

Shall others snore where they lie?

As modrian once did, clean up and explore the renwal mountains.

The eilanfaro empire made the same choice, tested the Valoran collar, and tried to dig out the secret behind it.

"Eilanfaro Empire, snow and ice temple!"

Long before the arrival of the mission, modrian and Swein talked at night for countless times to guess and analyze the meaning of the arrival of the mission and the possible accidents.

legend?

Now the Valoran leader has just experienced a war and high-profile slaying the lizard God Samuel Anya. Why did the elanfaro Empire send a mission headed by legendary priests?

Despise Valoran collar?

Modrian shook his head gently. He felt that he would not. In the main material plane, when many gods sat high in the star sea, he did not think that other forces would have such an idea.

A fresh and deadly example just happened not long ago.

But speaking of it, modrian once thought that the key to this game would be philan. His identity was not low. Coupled with his cooperative relationship with Valoran, it would be this guy no matter what he thought.

But in the current situation.

Those who are drawn by fear and blessed by God are the real chess pieces.

Does an arrogant legendary strong man, a temple priest who believes in purity, just give up? Indeed, it deserves to be one of the most powerful forces in the mainland of caladimos.

"Huh? God's grace?"

The sudden energy fluctuation attracted modrian's attention. He looked at Bertram, who was deeply in fear.

Legend is not enough.

In the face of fear, Bertram needs to rely on the power that can really resist fear.

In the palace hall, the bright blue light is like a halo. The extreme cold is centered on Bertram, frozen through the steps and condensed into layers of clear frost.

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"Fear... Death!"

Bertram stood where he was, filled with endless black fog in the depths of his soul, like a living creature, corroding everything that invaded him.

The turbulent blue divine power could not resist the black fog. It was visible to the naked eye that the divine power he could mobilize dissipated slowly, and the transparent soul he maintained was gradually exposed to the black fog.

"Snow storm goddess, please give strength to protect your believers!"

"I am the most loyal and steadfast believer!"

"I... Never fear death!"

Deep in the darkness, Bertram whispered prayers and blessings. His trembling soul suddenly calmed down, and a touch of blue light gathered around his side and turned into the last barrier.

"Gods?"

The black fog was boiling, and the hoarse dry voice echoed, causing the brilliant blue to shake violently.

"Good food!"

Click! Click! Click!

The hazy shadow flashed, and the endless black fog crashed. Just for a moment, the ice blue barrier was like glass, fragmented.

Facing the coming fate result, Bertram opened his eyes, couldn't see any fear in his crazy pupils, and looked directly at the black fog from the pavement.

Before his mission, he had listened to the Oracle, which was his most glorious moment.

"Death? No, I will return to the kingdom of God and stay with my God forever!"

Maybe it's Bertram's will to die, maybe it's the strength of Valoran's leadership, maybe it's not willing to be a spokesman of gods walking in the world!

At the moment of the black fog.

The bright divine light suddenly blooms, diffuses from the depths of the soul, dispels the black fog and envelops the body.

It was accompanied by endless majesty, the coming winter frost, and a huge illusion standing in the middle of the palace.

.......

Abigail, the God of winter!

On the throne of iron and steel, modrian got up calmly with a smile and looked at the hazy phantom suspended in the air: "this is the real script. The previous aranfalo imperial mission was just hiding people's eyes and ears!"

The strength of Valoran's leadership is far from measurable by a legendary mission. It is worthy of serious treatment by all forces, including many temples and gods behind.

The kingdom of God on earth?

Nowadays, the power of Valoran's leadership is not too much!

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

With Bertram's body and the faith of the mission people, the illusory and uncertain hazy phantom becomes more and more solid.

A moment later, a beautiful woman in armor appeared in the palace hall of the arena, and invisible power came over everyone.

Her long ice blue hair was braided into braids and spread around her back. Her eyes were as deep and quiet as stars. Whenever she looked, the cold came suddenly.

The most remarkable thing is that the huge hammer with the back is engraved on the surface with numerous divine patterns. The sharp iron nails penetrate the space faintly, and the subtle black cracks surround the hammer.

It is said that Abigail, the God of winter, is an elf born in ice and snow.

She has won the trust of the goddess of snow storm and holds the two clergy of [winter] and [guardian].

"Medium power!"

Modrian smiled and looked at Abigail solemnly. He didn't expect that the existence behind the mission would be a God with medium divine power, which was somewhat unexpected, but fortunately, it was only a will.

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"The power of the storm?"

As soon as Abigail, the God of winter, came, he felt the familiar power over the palace.

The spreading cold of winter was blocked by the hurricane and stopped within ten meters. Compared with the surrounding environment, it was like two worlds.

A frost covered, a deep silence.

"For the priesthood, the prophecy of our Lord falls on Valoran's leader."

Abigail raised his eyebrows, looked at mordrian who got up, and said softly, "I've seen your highness mordrian!"

With the sharp and crisp voice, Abigail did not have any attitude problems because of the strength of modrian's high-level legend, and regardless of the strength of Valoran's collar, only the two people in front of modrian made her have to be treated seriously.

Person and Swain!

She felt an inexplicable threat from these two mortals, which was not aimless, but the innate premonition of the ice and snow elves.

As one of the most distinguished people in the snow and ice temple, Abigail, the God of winter, did not care about the fall of Samuel Anya.

Had it not been for the shadow of the bottomless abyss behind the behlik Kingdom and the lizard temple, the elanfaro Empire would have been able to defeat the lizard Legion and destroy those hard skinned and cold-blooded creatures.

The purpose of Abigail's visit is about Tobias, the God of conspiracy and evil.

According to the spy information of the Imperial military intelligence office, they once detected the smell of the evil god of conspiracy in lakstark fortress, but finally disappeared after being covered by layers of black fog.

Until recently, the goddess of snow storm learned from the secret news channel of the bottomless abyss.

Conspiracy evil god Tobias, suspected of falling!

In the 32nd Abyss: the conspiracy evil temple in the abyss of evil, there are only ruins, surrounded by traces of divine power, telling of the fierce battle.

And where Tobias last appeared

It was the lakstark fortress led by Valoran.

"I've seen Abigail under the crown, and the Valoran leader welcomes the arrival of the crown." modrian saluted. Looking around, the divine field fell, and the layers of frost danced, covering the palace, as if in a different space.

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No one knows what they are talking about except modrian and Abigail, the God of winter.

Even though the mission members of the aranfalo Empire were in the realm of gods, they lost their perception of the outside world. Their vision was full of hazy and illusory scenes. The sound of hurricanes came from their ears, and their tactility was minimized.

If it were not for the biting cold and icy color, they seemed to fall into a dark cage.

The occasionally movable pupils can see modrian who talks equally with Abigail, the God of winter. As for the details, they can't know.

Stiff consciousness and slow soul.

They know nothing about the passage of time, static as sculpture.

When they reacted again, they were outside the arena and looked at the starry night sky. Complex colors appeared on their faces.

An envoy, but I don't want to be a tool for the Empire and the temple.

Resentment?

They are well aware of their identity. Even if this trip is into death, they are not allowed to step back, because everything they have is given by the Empire and the temple.

Looking back at the still brightly lit arena behind, all the members of the mission were envious.

Talk to the gods equally!

The pictures seen in the palace tonight are completely engraved in their minds and will not be forgotten for life.

Da Da! Da Da!

With the sound of footsteps, Bertram took the lead to the carriage on the corner. The arrogance and arrogance disappeared from his face. Now there is only piety and burning.