The wind pillar was immediately split into two, and a frosty wind with blue ice fragments blew past Allen and the people behind him. After the frosty wind passed, the ground froze first, and then clusters of icicles rose. It was as if a forest of ice crystals had emerged on both sides of the crowd. The warriors of the King Of Mountains looked at each other. They could not imagine that if Allen had not cut the wind pillar apart, they would have become ice sculptures by now.
After cutting the wind pillar, the blade light continued to advance. This time, the icy wind let out a scream. The reptile quickly turned around, not wanting to risk its head. Unfortunately, the icy wind's body was too long. It avoided its head, but the blade light flashed past the root of its long tail. The icy wind let out a series of sharp cries, sounding painful. Its long tail, which was covered with bone spikes, was cut off by the blade light, and blood splattered everywhere.
The icy wind scratched its limbs in pain, and the square was filled with dust. Allen did not dare to rashly attack the reptile that had fallen into a rage. After the icy wind scratched for a while, the dust gradually stopped moving. At this time, Edward raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the smoke and dust. A whirlwind blew the dust away. There was no trace of Ice Wind, only a long tail.
Allen was stunned, and he had a new understanding of the icy wind's cunning.
Just like that, the battle came to an end.
While the soldiers were resting, Allen distributed the equipment he had taken from Gertais to Regis and the others. After they had put on new armor, Allen murmured, "Let's go." Sean and the others got into the carriage, and the team bypassed the Subterrane Dweller's corpse and left the temple. The icy wind was temporarily repelled, but Talin Aisha was still not safe. To deal with the Subterrane Dwellers and the icy wind, and even to recapture Talin Aisha, they would need to send troops to suppress them.
For the time being, Allen did not have the power to do that, so it was better to leave early. Moreover, he had obtained quite a lot of equipment in the dungeon this time. He had even obtained a batch of Steel Warriors, so this trip was not in vain.
Lucy looked at the dark city and sighed softly. Allen walked to her side and gently held Lucy's hand. "We will be back. I promise you will fulfill Jertais' last wish."
The young lady smiled and looked at the red-armored warrior not far away. "The admiral is right beside me."
Seeing that she was still joking, Allen knew that she had put down her worries for the time being. He smiled and helped her into the carriage. Edward also walked towards his carriage, but he accidentally tripped over the Subterrane Dweller's corpse on the ground. He staggered and quickly regained his balance, but the box containing the Tarryn Gems fell to the ground. The jewel rolled out of the box and landed on the ground, emitting cold air and a pale blue radiance.
Allen happened to be next to him, so he helped him pick up the gem and put it back into Edward's box. "Are you going to bring this thing to the capital?"
"Why not? There's a cold crystal vein under Aisha in Tarryn. It's a treasure. But it's very difficult for us to mine it ourselves. Don't forget that this is the Northern Region. We need partners, and this gem will play a vital role. "Edward closed the box, patted it, and walked towards the carriage.
Allen shrugged, thinking that this fellow was indeed obsessed with the Tarryn Gems. As he left, he looked at the Subterrane Dweller's corpse. He wondered why Edward would trip over a corpse.
The caravan left the temple, but the two rows of braziers in the temple were still not extinguished. After a while, a shadow appeared under the square, and Bing Feng poked his head out of the shadows. It looked in the direction of the caravan's departure, and the image of the Tarryn Gem kept appearing in its mind. Anger gradually surged out of the reptile's eyes, especially when it saw its broken tail lying on the ground. Its golden pupils almost spat out flames.
It turned its head and blew out a cold wind in the direction of the temple, extinguishing the flames in the brazier.
Darkness descended again.
"Oh, no!"
Before dawn, Prime Minister Nabott sat up in his big bed. The underwear on his body was already wet with sweat. Nabott had a terrible dream. A nightmare. For him, it had been a long time since he had had such an experience. He could no longer remember the exact contents of the dream, but there were some things he still remembered. For example, the lingering smell of blood and the heat of the flames. The flag of the empire in his dream burned fiercely, and malicious laughter echoed in all directions. However, he could not find any help, and finally woke up.
He was no longer sleepy.
Nabott got out of bed and stepped barefoot on the bedroom floor. It was already spring, but the north was so cold that the chill had not receded. The floor was as cold as ice bricks. The Prime Minister lit the oil lamp on the table and lifted the heavy curtains. There was a line of fish white in the northeast sky outside the window. However, the sky was still dark, the stars were dim, and there was a faint red light. He simply walked to the balcony of the bedroom. There was no wind outside, but it was very cold. Nabott couldn't wait to look at the night sky in the north, and he couldn't even wait to put on a cloak for himself.
The night sky in the north was covered in indigo light, as if there were flames falling from beyond the clouds. Large patches of fire could be faintly seen, like a fluttering red war flag, or like the gurgling flow of blood. Nabott felt his heart beat violently, and his heart was shrouded in a shadow. He couldn't help but think of the scene in his dream.
An ominous omen!
The prime minister was so sure that his fingernails were pinched into his palm, pressing out a patch of blood red, like a fiery cloud in the sky.
After dawn, Nabott left the mansion in a carriage. In the carriage, the prime minister leaned out of the window. It was early in the morning, the sun was shining, and the sky was cloudless. It was a rare good weather. The important thing was that the sky was blue, and the oppressive clouds of fire were like the unforgettable dream from last night.
That blood red that could not be wiped away.
Nabott arrived at the palace uneasily. The carriage passed through the towering bronze gate of the palace and stopped in the square behind the gate. Nabott got out of the carriage. The palace manager, a man with a white face and no beard, smiled and said, "You're so early, Lord Nabott."
"Has His Majesty woken up?" Nabott looked at the man in front of him. He was humble and polite, but there was always an imperceptible haze hidden between his brows. He wore the black trousers of the Chief Chamberlain, and his cuffs were embroidered with a complicated and fine pattern with golden thread. The Chief Chamberlain didn't have any official position, but in the Imperial Court, his words were sometimes more useful than Nabott's.
The chief nodded and said, "The Great Emperor has always been diligent. At this time, he should be inspecting the training of the warriors in the shooting range, right? Please follow me, my lord. "
Nabott nodded and followed behind the Chief Chamberlain. Behind them was a group of palace guards. The guards' armor was bright, their cloaks were like snow, and they were awe-inspiring. They were Knight who had sworn allegiance to the Great Emperor. They were willing to sacrifice their hearts and bleed their last drop of blood for Tangerio. They were the Silverfrost Guards, and their white cloaks were a unique scenery in the palace.
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