Chapter 502
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An hour ago.
The Land of Frost was located in the Valhalla of the Frostwolf Family's territory.
Shay placed a longsword into the furnace in front of him and set it on fire. The resin that was smeared on the longsword was instantly ignited.
She held the sword and turned around to look at the people kneeling in the Valhalla. Some of them were the rulers of the Frostwolf Family, while others were the generals Cheil had brought from the Land of Frost.
Those who belonged to the Frostwolf Family wore expressions of unconcealable grief.
The priest standing beside Cheil chanted an ancient and mysterious prayer. Cheil tossed the lit longsword onto the 'wooden bed' built from a large number of branches.
Three men lay on the 'bed'. One of them was the eldest son of the Frostwolf Family's leader, while the other two were his servants.
The branches were set ablaze, and so were their bodies. In the flickering flames, Cheil could see the hideous veins on the eldest son's face.
The three of them weren't killed by Cheil, but by the Frostwolf Family's leader himself.
Cheil walked down the stairs expressionlessly. The Frostwolf Family's leader followed Cheil.
"What happened?" Cheil stared at the man who was a head taller than her.
"Ruins."
The Frostwolf Family's leader's voice was filled with unimaginable fatigue.
"A ruin was found in a mine at the edge of Frostwolf City. Nieff has loved exploring since he was young, so he brought his younger brother and an entire squad of Frostwolf guards to explore the ruins."
Nieff was the name of the eldest son of the Frostwolf Family. When Cheil arrived at the Frostwolf Family and was about to subdue them, she found the entire city in grief.
"Where are the survivors?"
Cheil observed the condition of the three corpses. They seemed to have been affected by the Grey Fog.
This made Cheil suspect that this was a conspiracy of the Tribunal of Heretics.
However, what puzzled Cheil was that when she filtered through the Frostwolf Family, she found that there was no Court of Heresy lurking in the family.
"Your Majesty, this way please."
The patriarch of the Frostwolf Family led Cheil to the residence of the Frostwolf Family's priests.
Here, Cheil saw those who had survived.
Some of them fell to the ground and fell unconscious. Some of them looked like they were having a nightmare and looked like they were in pain.
The group of people with the most serious condition were tied to the bed with ropes, but they were still in a very violent state and were constantly struggling on the bed.
The second son of the leader of the Frostwolf Family was one of the people who were tied up. However, he was different from the others. He was lying on the bed, and although the veins on his face hadn't disappeared, he wasn't as violent as the others, although his expression was still filled with pain.
"Ravel!"
When the patriarch saw his second son's symptoms, he immediately walked to the side.
"Yesterday, his symptoms were as serious as his elder brother's," the patriarch of the Frostwolf Family said to Cheil.
"But he seems to be much better now."
Cheil walked to his side and looked at the second son. His reaction seemed to be much better than those who were terminally ill.
"Priest! Where is the priest! "The patriarch immediately shouted for the priest in charge of treatment.
A priest wearing a wolf's skin on his head walked out quickly.
"What did you do?" the patriarch stared at the priest and asked.
"It's the potion that Master Nieff brought back from the ruins," the priest quickly said. "We tested the effect of the potion yesterday and found that it's not poisonous. It also alleviated the symptoms of a Frostwolf Guard, so we brought it to Master Ravel today."
"Potion? That bottle of golden trinket? If you know it's effective, bring more of it here! "the patriarch shouted again.
"Master Nieff only brought back a small bottle," the priest said awkwardly. "We brought all of it to Master Ravel."
This sentence instantly gave the old patriarch hope. He took a step forward and prepared to leave this place.
"Where are you going?"
Shay stood in front of him and said.
"To that damned ruins! Your Majesty, please don't stop me. " The patriarch seemed to be mentally and physically exhausted. In one night, he had lost his favorite son. He could not bear to see a second son die from this strange disease.
"Have you forgotten how your eldest son died? The creatures that appear in the ruins may be something you can't deal with. "
Cheil's voice was like a cold wind, instantly saving the patriarch from the brink of impulsiveness.
"What do you want me to do, Your Majesty? Stay here and watch my people die?" the patriarch asked.
"First, find out what happened in the ruins!"
Cheil once again came to the second son.
His condition had improved a lot, but the effects of the Grey Fog were still there.
Cheil took out the leaf of the World Tree that he carried with him. The moment this pendant appeared, the life force from the World Tree began to gradually stabilize the second son's pain.
It's working!
Cheil opened the interface of the magic net and found a file sent to him by the Flame Relayer. This file recorded the singing of a Frost Elf.
Her singing could alleviate the effects of the Grey Fog. This was something that Cheil had verified a long time ago.
The soothing Frost Elf poetry accompanied Cheil's inscriptions of Sound Out and Amplification resounded throughout the entire hall.
After the second son heard the singing, his tightly closed eyes trembled slightly and finally opened them.
"F-Father? Damn … Damn it! Get out of my head! "
But the moment he opened his eyes, his emotions were extremely agitated. The immense strength even gave him the comfort of breaking free from the ropes.
"Ravel!" The patriarch's face was filled with joy when he saw his second son wake up.
However, the second son was not very friendly. With a wave of his hand, he smashed the bed he was sleeping in.
When Shay saw this, a layer of light blue frost appeared on his hand. In an instant, the second son's entire body was covered in frost, and he could not move. Only his head was exposed outside the layer of ice.
"I only restricted his movements," Cheil looked at the second son. His expression gradually became calm under the comfort of the song.
"Ravel, tell me … What did you encounter in the ruins?"
Cheil asked the second son in a tone that could not be refuted.
"A monster without a face," the second son replied in a tired tone to Cheil.
"No … face?"
The answer surprised Cheil. He thought that they had encountered the people from the Court of Heresy.
But it seemed that was not the case …
"A giant wolf, a bear, and a frost scorpion, but none of them had a face." At this point, the Second Son's reaction became even more terrifying. Shay hesitated for a moment, then placed the leaf of the World Tree on his cheek, and only then did the Second Son come back to his senses.
"There was also a group of slimy creatures … We were surrounded," he said.
"Then how did you escape?!" Cheil asked again.
"Light … and sound."
The Second Son looked up at the ceiling and gradually rolled his eyes into the whites.
"Those beasts can't see the light, and there were some sounds. I'm not sure."
"Is that so? That's enough information. Have a good rest. "
Cheil felt that it was enough. She knocked the second son unconscious and took back the leaf of the World Tree.
But the moment she took back the leaf, Cheil realized something was wrong.
Her signal had dropped from a full bar to a yellow signal with only two bars.
What's going on?
Shay was a little flustered as he carefully examined the leaf for a while. He noticed that a part of the tender green part of the leaf had turned grey.
The leaf of the World Tree seemed to have been corroded by the Grey Fog! Worst of all … the corrosion was slowly spreading.
At that moment, Cheil's heart was shrouded by an unprecedented sense of crisis. This sense of crisis was far greater than when she was surrounded by the rebels in King's City.
"Your Majesty?" The patriarch also noticed the abnormal expression on Cheil's face.
But what worried him was his second son, who seemed to still be suffering from the disease.
"Tell your warriors to get ready. I need to rest before this."
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