Have you ever seen a lonely mountain?
The mountain was as green as jade, and white clouds surrounded the lonely peak all year round. It was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the clouds. Goshawks could only reach its mountainside, and the mountains could only be its background.
Brando looked up at the lonely peak and was speechless for a long time. He thought that the mountains of the Loop of Trade Winds were majestic, and the mountains of Algash were steep, but they had to crawl and submit in front of this lonely peak, like a king.
There were some natural scenery that could hit the heart and shock people, and this lonely peak was undoubtedly one of them.
A long ladder hung down from the top of the mountain, and there were countless steps. Each step was paved with gray marble, and on both sides of the long ladder, there were also countless marble pillars. The long ladder connected to the group of temples on the top of the mountain, and it became thinner and thinner as it went up, and finally became a straight black line.
"Blessed of the Flaming Blade, now I'm starting to believe Miss Tillyas's words … …" Lute flew up from Brendel's shoulder and muttered to himself as he looked at the majestic mountain.
"What?" Brando looked at him in confusion.
"This is the throne of Himilud …"
Brando was stunned, and he looked at Lute in the air as if to confirm that the latter was not joking. Legend has it that Himilud placed her throne at the top of the mountain, and on this peak was the temple of Gaia, the goddess of the earth, and the hometown of Himilud's shepherdesses. Legend has it that it was located in the mountains to the north of the White Plains, but since the disappearance of the three sacred objects of the Temple of the Earth, this sacred mountain in the hearts of the Toquinin Lion Men and Dwarves had disappeared for thousands of years.
The fairy's face was very serious, and Brando realized that the other party was not joking. He then understood what Lute meant by the sacred mountain.
That was the sacred mountain in the hearts of the Toquinin Lion Men and Dwarves.
"But shouldn't it be in Wohnde?"
"No," Lute shook his head. "This mountain has always been here. Although it once appeared on the earth, it was a long time ago. Ever since the mortals lost the three holy objects, Himilud moved them back outside the elemental barrier in a fit of rage. "
It turned out that there was such a secret behind it. Brando finally understood. He stared at the palaces in the clouds and asked, "Is that the temple of the Goddess Gaia? The Flame Scepter is here? "
"I don't know either."
"You don't know either?"
Lu Te nodded seriously. "I only know that the Flame Scepter is in the Mountain of Quenching Storms. Every Chosen of Forsyth will come here on a pilgrimage. Only those recognized by the Golden Flame can decide the fate of the fire fairies. The Fairy Kings of each generation generally don't talk about their trial process, so most of the people of Forsyth don't know the specific location of the Flame Scepter. "
"But," he continued, "it's very likely to be here, up here."
Brando looked up the stairs. The marble pillars on both sides of the stairs were engraved with ancient runes. This was a pilgrimage path. For thousands of years, the believers gently touched these pillars with their hands and walked up the stone stairs step by step, chanting sacred prayers until they reached the top of the mountain.
His eyes looked far into the distance, as if he had crossed the river of time and saw scenes that belonged to that era. The shepherdesses wore holy robes and held shepherding staffs. They covered the stone steps with a thin layer of soil to symbolize that the people of the earth lived and prospered and prospered on the ground, passing down the teachings of the Goddess from generation to generation.
It was not until a long time later that Brando retracted his gaze.
He took a step forward, but Lute stopped him and said, "Wait, do you know who the last person who summoned the Sacred Mountain was?"
Brando stopped, looked at Lute, and replied, "Wasn't that your fire fairy? The last Fire Fairy King? "
Lute shook his head like a rattle-drum: "That's not the same, I'm talking about mortals. No … … Perhaps they can't be considered as mortals." He looked at Brendel with a conflicted expression: "It should be someone like you."
"Someone like me, a Planeswalker?"
"Maybe you can say that, but not exactly. It's more or less like you. Do you know who it is?" Then, without waiting for Brando to answer, he continued, "The Blessed of the Flaming Blade, the Sacred Mountain means something completely different to people like you. It's a trial …"
By this time, Brando had already guessed who Lute was talking about. "The Lofty Mountain trial, the Knight of the Azure Sky?"
Lute nodded, looked at him silently, and murmured, "… Miss Tillyas's prophecy may be true. The Lofty Mountain trial is just the beginning, but it's the highest standard …"
"You mean, that trial isn't the only one?"
"Of course it's not the only one. It's a trial for those who recognize the seven sacred objects. The previous Dark Dragons could only get the King's Trial."
"The previous Dark Dragons?"
"They're candidates." Malourcha carried Fiyas and White Mist and followed. White Mist answered, "But they might not be recognized. In earlier eras, they weren't the only ones. But regarding the content of the trial, Odin never mentioned it. No one, including the Witch Empress, knows. "
The little fairy seemed to be hesitating. He seemed to want to express something, but he couldn't say it. In the end, he said, "The Blessed of the Flaming Blade, once you take this step, there's no turning back."
"There's danger?"
"Danger you can't imagine. The Knight of Azure Sky took forty years to pass the Lofty Mountain trial and get the recognition of the mountains. He was on the verge of death several times. If it wasn't for his iron will, he wouldn't have been able to hold on. If he died in the trial, he would really die."
"You're still too weak … The key is that no one can help you, not even your Planeswalker ability. Right, I might be able to travel with you. I'm also summoned by the Scepter of Flame. "
Brando looked up and glanced at the stairs that led to the sky. Then he turned around and said to the others behind him, "Wait for me here."
As he spoke, he took a step forward without hesitation and stepped onto the first stone staircase of Himilud's throne.
"Wait for me!" Lute shouted and rushed up.
But just as he flew up the stairs, he found that he had lost sight of Brando.
Brando found that the moment he landed, the stairs disappeared. The marble pillars on both sides of the stairs also disappeared. The Sacred Mountain disappeared, and the palaces on the mountain peak naturally disappeared as well.
A gust of biting cold wind blew in his face, and only then did he realize that he was in the middle of a snow-covered mountain range. The wind whistled between the mountains, and the mountain peaks were like exposed rocks that were as sharp as blades. The sky was gloomy, as if it was cast in lead.
When the second gust of cold wind whistled, Brando felt a bone-piercing chill. This chill seemed to be able to penetrate his tough skin and reach his bones and internal organs. It froze his blood that was flowing like molten steel after reaching the extreme state.
His powerful strength seemed to have disappeared, and he shivered in the cold like an ordinary person. Although Brando knew that this was just an illusion, he only needed to open the System to know that his strength had not decreased, but had increased.
The Tyrmosian robe he was wearing had been replaced by a double-layered chainmail. Between the seams of the chainmail, there was a thick layer of mink fur on top of the chainmail. The inside of the chainmail was padded with thick velvet, and there was also a layer of silk on the inside. The inner layer of the metal gloves was filled with the best deerskin and velvet, and there was also a thick layer of soft metal underneath the iron gauntlets. He also had a long bearskin shawl and a cloak. The craftsmanship was enough to put any craftsman of Ampere Seale to shame.
Brando didn't even need to confirm the name of this set of armor. It was Carell's Courage, the Hero's Armor, and it was also equipped with a cold protection kit. Each piece was carefully selected by him from the market. Although it couldn't be compared to the magic kits that the rich used, it was at least the best of the best.
He raised the sword in his hand. He didn't need to look at it. Just from the feel of the metal gloves, he could tell that it was an authentic Gretius Sword. It was a two-handed greatsword. During combat, one would even need to hold the blade in one hand and the hilt in the other. The metal gloves were prepared for this purpose.
This sword was called Engraved Spirit, one of the nemeses of the undead.
This was the equipment he used in the last battle in the Alkash Mountains. Except for the items that he had prepared in his backpack, he didn't miss even the slightest detail.
The blood in his body formed a perfect cycle, surging endlessly. Every inch of his muscles was like a sculpture. Every breath he took was long and powerful. The domain around his body had disappeared, and in its place was law and order that seemed to have merged with the whole world.
Brando turned the sword upside down and used his finger to gently cut the blade. A drop of silver blood flowed out of the wound, and it healed in an instant.
He exhaled softly.
Perfect body, silver body.
This was his peak state in the game.
But where was this place?
Brando looked around and finally remembered that he was in a trial. But why did the legendary Majestic Mountain Test change his state to the last moment before he transmigrated to this world? He didn't know.
Could it be that this trial was purely for the soul?
Just as this thought appeared in his mind, another gust of cold wind hit him in the face. The biting cold of the north wind was like a knife hitting his face. It was so cold that he almost felt his skin cracking. He did not dare to touch his cheeks, for fear that there were already a few cuts there. In this extreme environment, before blood could flow out, it would freeze and scab. It was not impossible for him to accidentally tear off a piece of skin on his face.
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