His Silver Body was like a piece of paper in this cold wind, and Brando finally understood why the Azure Knight had to go through so many life and death situations here.
When he exhaled, the mist actually turned into ice shards that rustled down. Brando was shocked, and only then did he understand how terrifying the cold was.
This was not a good place to stay for long, he immediately thought. He looked up and saw that he was on top of a glacier, and in front of him was a vast expanse of whiteness, as if it was a path. He looked back and saw that there was a bottomless abyss behind him. When he moved his feet slightly, countless ice shards rolled down until they disappeared.
The abyss was pitch black, and it was impossible to see how deep it was. Brando shivered. Although he still did not understand the purpose of this trial, the most important thing was obviously to leave this damned place.
He was not unfamiliar with similar trials. There had been such trials from the Limiteer to the Sage Domain. Of course, the difficulty was not as high as this one. In theory, such trials were like a dream, but Lute said that if he died in this dream, he would really die. Brando definitely did not want to test it and challenge whether it was real or fake.
However, such trials usually had a clear goal, which was to complete a certain quest or kill a certain monster. However, it was rare for one to be thrown into an inexplicably harsh environment like this. What was the purpose of this trial? Was it purely to survive? Brando felt that it was not that simple.
He thought back to the trial of the Azure Knight. There were too many legends about this legend, and it was even written into many poems that circulated in Wohnde. The contents of these poems were mostly similar, but the final result was that the Azure Knight was recognized by the mountains and obtained the Holy Lance of Heaven.
So, was the purpose of this trial to find something?
The Flame Scepter?
Brando thought silently as he moved forward with difficulty in the glacier. Not long after, he felt that he was in trouble.
The environment here was too harsh. The wind in the glacier was made up of some unknown law, and it was so cold that it made people shiver. His equipment and equipment were useless in the snow, and his Silver Body seemed to be useless. He had only walked less than a mile, and he felt like an ordinary person who was only wearing a thin layer of clothing trudging in a snowstorm. It might even be worse than that, because at least the snowstorm would not do anything to the soul.
Brando quickly discovered that both his Perception and Willpower Attributes were slowly decreasing. This discovery frightened him out of his wits. What the hell was this? He had never encountered a cold wind that could cause damage to his internal attributes before.
Not to mention encountering it, he had never even imagined it before.
Under the extremely low temperature, the metal quickly became brittle. Even the magic power attached to it could not protect it. The Engraved Spirit Greatsword was the first to leave Brando. When he used it to support his body, the two-handed sword first broke into countless pieces with a crack. It almost made Brando fall into the snow.
This almost made him break out in a cold sweat because he was not sure if he would have the strength to stand up again if he fell. But just as the cold sweat appeared, it immediately turned to frost, and his body temperature dropped even further.
Brando could only throw away his sword and stagger forward. At this time, he began to miss the Flaming Blade and the Shallow Sea Sword. The former could provide him with warmth, and the latter could at least be immune to or at least greatly reduce the damage from the cold.
However, he also understood that if this trial didn't restore his strength in the battle with Alkash, he would have turned into a popsicle as soon as he was thrown into this world.
So Brando was not in the mood to complain. Of course, in fact, he did not have the strength to complain. He did not know how long he had been walking on the glacier. The world of white wind whistled as if there was no end, and his strength was quietly slipping away bit by bit, just like the temperature that had been gone for a long time.
He had a perfect Silver Body. Although the Silver Blood of players was not comparable to a demigod, it was at least second to the level of a demigod like the Angel Eroma.
Legend had it that Tankas, the son of God, once chased Leviathan at the end of the world for a hundred years without rest. In the chaos where the laws collapsed, even the gods had to constantly consume the power of Order to maintain the laws of their existence. But even so, no one had heard of Tankas dying of exhaustion outside the elemental barrier.
But Brando felt that he had only walked for a few days and nights in the snowfield, and his strength was on the verge of exhaustion.
He began to feel that his vision was narrowing, and the edges of his vision were turning black. His breathing became heavier, and the cold air stung his nasal cavity. The sound of his lungs was like the struggle of a dying man, or a broken bellows performing its last duty.
Not to mention that he had perfected his Silver-tier body in the game, even in this world, he rarely felt this way after he had stepped into the Gold-tier realm. This was fatigue. For champions with hundreds and thousands of Constitution, it was a joke that they would feel tired and tired.
In a short period of time, his Will and Perceptive Sense attributes were reduced by nearly one-tenth.
But the scenery in front of him remained the same.
Brando did not know when this journey would end, nor did he know what this damned trial wanted him to do. Perhaps it wanted him to continue walking until he obtained the recognition of the mountains.
But who knew what the hell the recognition of the mountains was?
He walked for another two or three days, and the scenery in front of him still did not change. Later on, he was almost numb, and his mind was blank. Originally, he could still feel the loss of his strength, but now, he could only move forward instinctively.
Half a month later, Brando's speed began to slow down.
Every few steps, he had to stop and rest for a long time. He felt that his eyelids were as heavy as a few thousand pounds, but he instinctively did not dare to close them. He staggered and staggered forward, but he never sat down, let alone collapsed in the snow.
This was because Brando knew that once he stopped, he might stay here forever.
But his mind was not very clear, and he did not have the time to think about the trial. It was as if his mind was in chaos, and there was only one thought left to support his actions.
Live.
One month, two months, and in the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.
Even the strength of a Sage had finally reached the point of exhaustion. On this day, Brando finally fell heavily into the snow, and the piercing cold and pain woke him up at once.
But as he lay in the snow, he realized that he didn't have any strength to get up. He just lay on the ground quietly, staring at the lead-gray sky, allowing the cold to seep into his limbs and bones. He began to lose feeling in his hands, his feet, the area below his knees, and then from his elbows all the way to his shoulders. He lost all feeling.
Brando tried to mobilize the power of the law in his body, but the order seemed to have collapsed. His gaze passed through his Extreme Plain and saw a quiet universe. It was pitch black, without the slightest sign of life, as if there was only endless low temperature and cold.
The stars were also extinguished, as if the dust left behind after a star burned out was still suspended in the void. The whole world no longer had a trace of life, and all the laws and order were shattered into pieces, no longer responding to anyone's call.
This was the dusk of the gods and the world.
Brando suddenly had such a realization in his heart. When a god died, it might see a world like this.
He quietly rested his head in the soft snow, and began to feel a trace of warmth, as if his whole body was immersed in warm milk. He did not know if this was an illusion, but he only felt a wave of exhaustion sweeping over him.
Brando knew what it meant as long as he closed his eyes.
But he was powerless to stop it. There seemed to be a gentle voice in his heart telling him something. That voice told him that he was too tired, and that it was time to let go of everything.
But it was at this time that he suddenly felt a trace of strangeness.
It was the ground shaking.
The snow was shaking slightly. Brando blinked slightly. He almost did not have the strength to make this simple action, but he quickly realized that this was not an illusion of a dying man.
The ground was indeed shaking.
Furthermore, the tremors quickly became more intense. It was as if a trickling stream had quickly converged into a surging and roaring river, causing the entire ground to shake and churn.
Brando took a deep breath, and finally at this moment, he felt his body again, as if there was an inexplicable force bursting out from his body. It came from nowhere and instantly poured into his limbs and bones, like a warm current, instantly pulling him back from the edge of darkness.
But Brando's heart was not happy at all.
He knew what it was. It was his talent — Unyielding. Although his strength and level had returned to before the battle with Alkash, his talent and profession had not changed.
He was dead, but the talent of Unyielding had brought him back to life temporarily. Now it was the dark magic that drove his body, just like a ghost. And he knew in his heart that if he could not find a solution before all this was over.
Then this was just a temporary reflection of the setting sun.
But Brando did not dwell on this for too long. He hurriedly climbed out of the snow with this force. The shaking ground caused him a lot of trouble, but he finally gritted his teeth and stood up.
Although he soon fell to the ground again in the violent tremors, he could finally see what had happened.
He saw that on the white horizon, there seemed to be a gust of wind.
This was not surprising, because there was always a biting north wind blowing in this place. It was just that it rarely formed a wall like this.
Yes, a wall.
On the horizon, Brendel saw a white wall that was being pushed forward by the blizzard.
After a moment, he recognized what it was.
The glacier was moving.
It was an avalanche.
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