Vol 4 Chapter 113

The staggered ice gap meanders deeply, as if the blood vessels of the monster are intricately distributed under the glacier, but there is no blood pulse inside, only darkness and silence. Water droplets drip from the ice edges that are several feet long, and occasionally make a jingling sound, breaking It was silent.

A sudden footstep broke into the quietness of a dream, stumbled, the footsteps seemed to be chased, and they seemed to be chasing something. It passed through an ice cave next to each other, and then a young boy came into view, young boy His skin was dark, his clothes were ragged and bloody, but his eyes were glowing with long messy hair.

Yalta gasped heavily. Since entering the Frosted Forest, his sword wound has been bad, and his fever has continued. The surrounding scenery is sometimes clear to him and sometimes blurred. When the condition worsened, the ice-blue pillars even had ghost images in his eyes, but in the midst, he could always see the far and near figures.

It seemed like a person, but there was always only one back. For two weeks, he had been floating in front of him. As if there was a magic force urging him to pass through forests and glaciers, always followed behind, and came here all the time.

But Yalta had a headache, and there was not much to remember in his groggy head, but he still remembered his father, his sister, and the hunter who died outside the Frosted Forest that day: He curled up under the carriage, feeling the blood on the chest and abdomen bleeding, his body was getting weaker and weaker, as if he was about to lose all consciousness.

A voice entered his mind. He just remembered it as a neutral, unemotional voice:

"Want to live. Mortal? Stand up if you want to live."

"Save me ... save me ..." Yalta remembered groaning stupidly, but was not answered. He coughed hard. "You want to save me?"

"I can't save you, but someone can."

"..." Yaluta opened her mouth and felt almost breathing, let alone talking. But then, a cold breath permeated from his heart, letting him recover a little consciousness.

"You have to come to me and come to me. You can only save yourself if you obey my orders."

"During this period, I will bless you temporarily, but you don't have much time."

There was a hint of strength in Yaruta's body, and he opened his eyes barely, and saw a huge, pale blue virtual image standing in front of himself. It was like a ghost, but he didn't have the strength to look up at the other person's face, only to see the loose robe.

"Why are you saving me, others?"

"You and your sister may have something to do with the twelfth lineage. But this is not the point. You need my help, and I need your help."

"Sister?" Yaluta was excited when she heard the word. "Sister she is still alive ...?"

"She can't die, someone will save her."

"What about me, can I still see her?"

"Don't worry. You'll always meet up with your sister again, just follow my orders--"

"But who are you?"

"I'm crystal. You mortals like to call me this, but I prefer my original name, 'Luxis', but what you see is not me, it's just a message; I have a hard time explaining it to you , But you just need to understand that you need my help and I need your help. "

"You need my help?"

"Yes. I need you to come to me."

"Are you not in front of me?"

The blue figure didn't answer, but looked down at him, then turned slowly. Yalta felt as if his body was accelerating, and a voice in his heart was calling to him. The ghosts were so bad that they followed him so vaguely.

They walked into the forest one after the other. As if he hadn't noticed them, he passed by the black knights underneath Unek, who was unaware of it. Then they went through the forest, through the valley, through the snowy fields and glaciers, without encountering a monster, and every night thereafter, the blue figure would reappear, walking in front of him unhurriedly, and the distance was uncertain. .

Just like this, day after day, Yaluta forgot about the surrounding environment, even hunger and cold, and time, but gradually the other party went faster and faster, leaving him less and less time.

"Yaruta, you need to accelerate."

"There is not much time left for you."

The teenager gradually found out.

The body has become more and more heavy, and the bad sword injury has always been like a painful imprint on his nerves. The steps are no longer as brisk as when he first stepped into the forest, his thinking is sometimes sober and sometimes muddy. Yaluta can only maintain a limited calm for most of the day, the horizon becomes narrower and narrower in front of him, and the surrounding scenes become darker for a moment.

He saw that blue shadow in front disappeared.

He was soft under his feet and suddenly slipped along the side of the ice.

A series of sounds of falling ice rolled down in the darkness, and soon returned to silence.

...

"Wake up, wake up quickly, there is not much time left for you."

"Wake up--"

"I need your help."

Brando opened his eyes suddenly, and his pale forehead was full of fine sweat. 'When is it?' He looked up in confusion, and the ice above his head always showed a magnificent bluish blue, with a whistle called 'Jupiter's Whisper' in the distance, It was the sound of a cold current passing through an isthmus in the north, and there was a huge glacier at the end of the canyon connecting the ground.

This sound lasts for many years, but it is still far away. It often makes people mistakenly think that there is a monster named No.1 locked in the abyss of the ground.

Brando looked suspiciously deep in the cave for a while, his eyes were as deep as an unsolvable puzzle, and he moved closer and closer to the blanket, which didn't seem to be tight, before realizing that he had a dream.

He had a weird dream. In the dream, many people passed through a glittering snowy field. They were wearing weird clothes, black and white robes, and riding wingless dragons, and the black and huge ones gradually appeared around them. The building looks like an obelisk. The building exudes a strange metallic luster and is covered with spider-like crystal grids. Brando recognizes that these are the remains of Milos-it is said that it is going to the center of the glacier. The more wreckage there is.

This is exactly what Brando saw in his dream. He saw those people walking through these relics from ancient times to the edge of a huge cracked gorge, where they held a grand ritual. Push the slave down the valley, and then throw a huge glittering box into the abyss.

Time passed slowly in the glacier, and he saw those people settle down next to the cavemen on the ice field. But there was a sudden dispute among them, and then there was division, battle, and internal division into two factions.

The losing side continued to go north, and the remaining people stayed. The good situation is no longer. Many old people are frozen to death on the glacier. Young people try to leave the glacier and go to the forest, but they fall in turn on the migration path. .

There are only a few people left--

The man he dreamed of was watching on the glacier day after day, and he saw the tribe fall down one after another with his own eyes, and death was like a plague, and finally fell on himself.

Brando was vaguely remembering the last sunrise he saw in his dream. The sun rose from the west, red and huge, and the world became blood red, as if it was a sign.

Brando looks back--

The cave is quiet and silent. Everyone has fallen asleep. There is a light at the far end of Brando's field of vision. It is the bonfire. It should be the middle of the night. You can hear the low-pitched conversation coming from there.

But Brando didn't plan to get up. He leaned silently in the darkness, and didn't understand what his strange dream meant. When he calms down completely, he has realized that the scenes he saw in the dream might be everything that the Miner saw in his own eyes, and the people he saw were probably the Miner people who passed through this glacier. .

The Mins were expelled by Gilt at the end of the battle of the saints. The time was almost about a year, that is, before the year of the golden hoof, earlier than the age of runes and swords, and it happened not long after that. In the last great tide, according to the scriptures, the population of the entire continent at that time was almost reduced by one third.

It was the worst disaster that Vaughn had experienced since the Battle of the Holy One.

Suddenly he remembered that he saw the red and huge sun in his dream, remembering a passage from the Black Prophecy: Blood fell from the sky, and the disaster stopped from west to east.

Doesn't that exactly describe the last big wave?

But why did he suddenly dream of what happened a thousand years ago, Brando himself didn't understand it, he just felt weird that he couldn't say. He also remembered the box like the Ark of the Covenant that the Mines had fallen into the abyss in his dream. He faintly felt that his dream might be related to this box, but he knew nothing about the box There is no related record in history.

Brando sighed softly, and the feeling of being snooped up again in his heart. He turned back subconsciously, silent around him. The ice cave was like the body of a sleeping beast, sometimes quiet. Heartbreaking. But Brando watched around alertly, and he clearly felt that there was always a pair of eyes hidden in the darkness.

‘Brando, that ’s never going to be the guardians —’

He couldn't help turning his head, glanced in the direction where Aloz was sleeping, and remembered the conversation between the two in the afternoon.

……. . )

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