Chapter 640
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The Land of Frost was located on the plains outside the stronghold.
The soldiers guarding the stronghold would form small teams to patrol outside the stronghold when the snowstorm stopped. This was to ensure that there would be no demon invaders.
After Ravel arrived at the stronghold, he took up the role of the leader of the scouts.
Life in the stronghold was boring, and his fiancée was nowhere to be found. The leaf of the World Tree that the new King of the Land of Frost had given him was the only artifact that could dispel the tedium of military life.
Today, Ravel brought his subordinates to the plains to investigate as usual. However, they were attacked by a group of unknown people.
The attacker was shrouded in a tattered black robe, and the magic he released was vicious and swift. Before Ravel could give his subordinates an order, the horse he was riding was turned into minced meat and fell into the snow.
Ravel also fell awkwardly into the snow. When he tried to get up and fight back, something hit the back of his head and knocked him out.
When Ravel woke up again, he found himself tied up by magic ropes!
He looked around and saw that the people in black robes had surrounded him. Ravel saw some unknown religious symbols on the black robes.
"Who the hell are you? How dare you kidnap the soldiers of the Land of Frost! "Ravel loudly warned the group of people in black robes for what they had done.
However, they did not respond at all. When Ravel tried to break free, someone pressed his head directly into the snow.
Ravel squinted at the man who had pinned him down. Under the tattered robe was a lifeless face, and Ravel knew this face.
It was a new recruit in his scouting team.
"Johnnison! What are you doing! "
Ravel raised his voice, but his expression did not change at all. Just then, there was a painful wail from the other side.
Half of his face was buried in the snow, but he could clearly see what was happening to his left.
The other members of the scouting team were also kidnapped. When one of them gradually regained consciousness, a person in a black robe suddenly covered his cheek with his hand.
Ravel saw the black-robed man's arm, which was branded with a large number of inscriptions. The inscriptions also emitted a metallic luster. The black-robed man seemed to be much shorter than the rest of his companions.
Magic? Ravel looked at the scout again. The scout howled in horror and collapsed in the snow not long after.
When the scout got up again, his eyes had become lifeless, and he kept muttering some strange words.
"Heartlock, it's time to move on to the next one."
An old voice urged the short black-robed person, but the black-robed person named Heartlock just stood there quietly.
"This person doesn't taste good. His appetite … is too little."
The voice of the black-robed person named Heartlock sounded very strange. Ravel felt it was like the frequency of many women's voices spliced together.
"Maybe the emotion of the next person is more delicious?"
The old man standing behind Heartlock urged her again. She nodded slightly and slowly walked in front of Ravel.
The recruit behind Ravel asked him to sit up again to face the existence in front of him.
The arm full of inscriptions reached out to Ravel. Ravel's eyes widened when he saw a strange raw crystal embedded in the palm of her hand.
When Ravel came to his senses again, he was already in the dark mine, and his dead brother was standing in front of him.
Is this an illusion? Ravel looked around and reached out his hand to touch the rock wall. The touch was real.
Ravel's brother waved at him and smiled at him. "You've slept long enough here."
When Ravel was about to reach out and grab his brother's hand, his brother's chest was suddenly pierced by a sharp thorn, and his face gradually began to distort.
At this moment, Ravel remembered! His elder brother had died a few months ago … The scenery around him began to change gradually, and an indescribable fear engulfed his whole body.
"Not delicious."
Suddenly, a voice rang in Ravel's ears, and the changing scenery around him disappeared in an instant. When Ravel opened his eyes again, he was back in the snow.
A man in a black robe came to him and handed him a similar robe. Another man helped him untie the ropes.
Ravel's consciousness was still there. He could have pulled out a dagger and slit the neck of the person in front of him, but he did not do so.
Although he did not know what helped him resist the attack of the nightmare, Ravel now had to pretend to be one of them in order to survive.
Ravel put on the somewhat shabby robe and subconsciously held the pendant made of the leaf of the World Tree on his chest.
Disappeared?
Ravel looked up in panic and saw that his pendant was in the hands of the black-robed person named Heartlock.
At this moment, Ravel's heart was filled with murderous intent, but he managed to suppress it.
She had the ability to invade other people's consciousness, and the strength of the other black-robed people was unknown.
It would not be too late for him to come back and destroy this group of strange cultists after he found help!
… …
"Are you still not satisfied? Heartlock? "
The leader of the black-robed people turned to look at her and asked.
"The amount of a single human is too little."
She silently glanced at the group of people behind her, who were walking like corpses, and added in a strange tone.
"I don't feel anything."
"It doesn't matter. Do you see the stronghold in the distance? There is enough food there, "the leader said to her in an excited tone." It will definitely be able to satisfy you. "
She did not answer the black-robed person. She just stared at the pendant in her hand.
The tender green leaf was sealed in the translucent pendant … This leaf had a fatal attraction in her eyes.
She did not understand where this attraction came from, but she subconsciously activated the magic inscribed on her arm.
Thoughts poured into her consciousness like a tide, so much so that she could not process them at all. When she forced herself to stop thinking, she waited for the oncoming torrent to gradually subside.
Everything around her finally calmed down. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a luxurious corridor.
The spotless floor reflected her slightly thin figure, and the surrounding decorations vividly interpreted the word "gorgeous".
But what really attracted her attention was the unknown music. She blankly followed the music through the corridor and came to the hall of the building.
A girl in a golden dress was dancing in the hall with a slightly ferocious-looking beast.
A noble's ball … She had seen this scene countless times, and she had also destroyed it several times, turning the entire ball into ruins.
But a large amount of joy stirred up some ripples in her dead heart. In her colorless eyes, the two figures on the dance floor were once again dyed with the color of excitement.
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