Amandina couldn't help but shiver as the howling wind blew against her face.
Although the winter in Tónigel was already very cold, it was nothing compared to this place. The cold wind was like a knife that cut through a person's skin. It could penetrate deep into the bone marrow and freeze the soul. A layer of frost instantly formed on her long eyelashes. The hot air she exhaled turned into a white mist that blended into the dense fog around her.
After Jutta brought her through the door of light, she stopped and looked at the place with a calm expression. As far as her eyes could see, it was a world of ice and snow. There seemed to be a crisscrossing glacier in the distance. Icicles and icicles hung under the broken rocks. The wind whistled, but it could not blow away the fog. The fog surged as if it was a living monster.
Jutta did not feel the cold at all. She turned around and asked with a smile: "Do you know where this place is?"
Amandina shook her head as she looked at Brendel.
Jutta smiled: "This is the Country of Fog."
"Country of Fog?"
"Mortals also call it the Country of Ice." Jutta looked at the vast expanse of white ice and raised her hand to catch a snowflake. The snowflake disappeared in her hand: "It is above the Dust World and the Shadow World, but it is still a part of the Lower Realm. The Country of Fog controls the law of the cold. The snowflakes floating in the sky are not real ice and snow, but the reflection of the shallow sea. "
She pointed above her head: "That is the shallow sea."
Amandina raised her head. She could only see a misty scene. She could not even see the existence of the sky. Jutta seemed to be very amused by her behavior and joked: "You can't see that. The Country of Fog and the Water Elemental Plane are two different worlds. Because of the lack of law, you can't see the shallow sea here. You can only see ice and snow."
"Is the Seat of Destiny here?" Amandina asked.
Jutta shook her head: "I guess Martha placed it in the birthplace of everything."
"The birthplace of everything?"
"Light floats in the water, and spirits are born from the water. That is the birthplace of everything in your world, and also the place where she awakened." Jutta, or the Twilight Dragon, replied: "But for many generations, I have never found that place. It is as if that place never existed."
"Even you can't find something, Twilight Dragon."
"This is normal. because I lack the most important key. With my identity, it is impossible for me to obtain the recognition of the Seven Holy Swords." Jutta replied indifferently.
Amandina was silent for a moment before she asked: "The birthplace of everything is here?"
Jana shook her head again. "I think its entrance is in the Country of the Dead — the Dark Elemental Plane.
"Then, why did you bring me here?"
Jana turned back to look at her. "Because Helm's Underworld is indeed connected to the Misty Kingdom. We took such a big detour to avoid alerting Marsha."
"Lady Martha?"
Jutta took out a dagger from its sheath and gently cut a wound on her hand as if she did not feel any pain. She turned her hand and let the blood drip onto the snow. Strangely enough, the blood flowing from her wrist did not seem to coagulate at all in such cold weather. It dripped onto the white snow bit by bit.
Amandina's eyes flashed with a golden light. She focused on her bleeding and replied softly: "After seven generations of war, we are all too familiar with each other. I think she might have guessed that I would follow her here. What happened in Stagnation taught me a lesson. That woman is not easy to deal with. "
Amandina frowned: "What are you doing?"
Jutta did not answer the question. She walked forward step by step in the snow and used her blood to draw a circle. The blood in the circle squirmed as if it was given life and moved closer to the center, gradually connecting with each other.
When Amandina saw this scene, she suddenly understood what she was planning.
She suddenly struggled to her feet and rushed over to stop Yuta's actions. Amandina took a step back, her sword appearing in her left hand at some point. She held the hilt of the sword and swung the scabbard heavily at Amandina's lower abdomen. Amandina only felt her stomach churn, and she fell to her knees in the snow.
Jutta looked at her and said with a smile: "Your goddess has set up layers of barriers in Tónigel. Even if I use the Black Moon to fall, I cannot penetrate this land protected by the seven Holy Relics. But the so-called unconquerable fortress often disintegrates from the inside. You see, what you are doing now is just a waste of effort. "
Amandina frowned in pain and almost broke her silver teeth. She knelt in the cold snow and looked at Amandina hatefully without saying a word.
The blood in the snow began to glow little by little.
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The mess left behind by the last celebration a few days ago was gradually covered by the wind and snow. The city of Dailinjie was dead silent. The men had already put on their armor and picked up their weapons to fight to the death with the Dusk. There was only a desolation left on the streets, and there were a few tattered curtains fluttering in the wind in the square.
The light of magic lit up the sky from time to time, and the sound of explosions came one after another. The whole city seemed to be trembling.
But in the lonely street, there was a girl walking in the snow. The whistling cold wind did not seem to be able to stop her exuberant spirits. She was wearing a leather skirt common to traders in the Grinoires area. She carried a bag and her hands clasped behind her back. She kicked the snowflakes in the street with her round-toed shoes with great interest, as if she were still innocent, and looked curiously at the scenery around her.
"Where is this place?"
"Why did I come here?"
The young girl muttered to herself, as if she was talking to someone. But all of a sudden, she stopped in her tracks. There was a shop in front of her. The eaves of the shop were half-tilted due to the accumulated snow, and the furnishings inside looked like a grocery store. It was dim, and there was only one candle.
But at least this was the only shop on the street that was still open. The owner was a middle-aged man, and he was limping inside the shop. There was no one in the city, and he did not have any business. It seemed that he was preparing to close the shop, but when he turned around, he saw the girl standing in front of his shop.
The man was stunned. There was a conspicuous scar on his face, and it looked a little sinister under the dim light. His leg seemed to be injured, and it was difficult for him to walk. He looked at the girl in confusion and asked: "Which family are you from? Where is your family? Why haven't you run away?"
The girl tilted her head and replied: "I don't have a family. By the way, my name is Roman. Uncle, you haven't left yet, right? "
The man smiled bitterly: "Do you think I can leave like this? Anyway, my life is worthless, and the worst that can happen is that I die here. You, on the other hand, are just a child. It's a pity to stay here. "
As he spoke, he struggled to move his body, allowing Roman to walk into the shop.
Romaine curiously looked at the furnishings in the shop. She felt a sense of familiarity in her heart. It was as if she remembered the time when she was bargaining with others in a shop like this. There was also a frowning young man standing next to her.
But those memories were vague and distant, and even she did not know what was true and what was false.
"Forget it, let's not talk about those unlucky things. Little girl, what do you want to buy?" The man limped to the counter and asked.
Roman's gaze fell on an old sugar jar on the shelf. It was a beautiful glass jar filled with colorful candy wrappers, but the surface was a little mottled. The lid was still intact, and it was fastened with a golden buckle.
It was like a dream that reflected the past. She looked at the jar and was in a daze for a while.
"Brando, I want that sugar jar."
"But we don't have that much money."
"Hehe, when we have money in the future, I must buy it. By the way, why don't we borrow some from Freya?"
"Don't even think about it."
The man followed her gaze, pointed at the candy jar and asked, "You want this?" He looked at the sugar jar and gently picked it up, revealing a nostalgic expression: "This is my birthday gift to my daughter."
"Birthday gift?"
The man nodded silently.
"Your daughter?"
"She died, during the First War of the Black Roses."
"The First War of the Black Roses?" Roman blinked slowly.
"What?"
She gently shook her head: "What a terrible war. It was not easy for me to escape at that time."
This sentence actually caused the middle-aged man to be in a daze for a while. After a long time, he finally replied, "Yes, if she could escape at that time, she would be almost as old as you."
"Can you sell it to me?"
The man silently looked at the sugar jar and nodded: "If you like it."
The merchant girl dug into her purse, but could not help but look up with a little embarrassment: "Can I buy it on credit? My money was taken by that evil woman."
The man looked at the girl with a dumbfounded expression.
"Can't I?"
He helplessly shook his head and put the sugar jar in front of her with a bitter smile: "Speaking of which, what's the use of money at this time? If this thing can satisfy you, then it's enough. "
Roman held the sugar jar with both hands and nodded: "I will take good care of it." As she spoke, she looked at the snow outside and slightly frowned.
"Are you going back, little girl?" The man suddenly asked: "Where is your home, do you want me to send you back?"
Roman nodded, then shook her head.
"I don't have a home." She replied: "But I really have to go, that evil woman is calling for me."
"Evil woman?"
Roman smiled sweetly at him.
Then she gently took a step forward, as if a door of light had opened in front of her, allowing the merchant girl to step in. In just a blink of an eye, the girl and the sugar jar in her hands disappeared without a trace. The middle-aged man stood there dumbfounded, unable to move for a long time.
… …
Jutta slowly closed her eyes, and the golden light in her eyes gradually faded.
She stared at the magic circle, and the light in it became brighter and brighter. Suddenly, a black door of light gradually opened. Roman gently walked out with the sugar jar in her hands, stepping on the soft snow, but it did not let her sink half an inch.
She looked at Amandina with some surprise: "Eh, Amandina, why are you here?"
"Roman?" Amandina looked at the merchant girl in shock: "You … … you changed back?"
Roman's expression became serious, and she sneered: "Of course not."
Then, under Amandina's stunned gaze, she casually threw the sugar jar in her hand. The glass jar rolled twice in the snow, and the two lids were knocked open. The sugar wrappers in the jar suddenly flew with the cold wind and fell to the ground.
Roman heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Ah, this body is getting worse and worse." She turned around and looked at Jana. The female mercenary leader had already fainted due to excessive blood loss.
She then turned back and smiled: "How about it, I still came here. Did you really think that I let the Saasalds cause internal strife in Erouine for nothing? Although that dog is a little stupid, it still has some use. "
The Twilight Dragon stared into Amandina's eyes, and under her intense gaze, Amandina only felt her vision darken, and beads of sweat seeped out of her forehead. She panted slightly and replied with difficulty: "You bewitched the Saasalds … … to cause internal strife in Erouine, just for this purpose?"
Roman shook her head: "That's not necessarily the case, but my original body hasn't awakened yet. If you didn't act so quickly, I wouldn't have to go through so much trouble."
"You … … What do you want to do?"
"I already knew that the beacon was in that guy's hands, but it doesn't matter, just think of it as him leading the way for me. But you are more important, my dear Amandina. There can be many beacons, but there is only one key."
"Don't even think about it, uh-" Amandina suddenly widened her eyes.
This was because the merchant girl's face was almost touching hers as she stared into her eyes. Under Roman's long eyelashes, her beautiful eyes stared into Amandina's gaze without blinking. The Twilight Dragon opened her mouth slightly and exhaled, saying: "That's not necessarily true, my dear Amandina. Have you forgotten, we are friends-"
Two golden lights pierced into the depths of Amandina's heart, and in a moment, Amandina fell heavily to the ground.
Roman smiled and clapped her hands. She looked at the sleeping Amandina with satisfaction and slowly came to the edge of the broken glacier. Another strange sound came from the biting cold wind. All of a sudden, a mountain-sized crystal claw rose from the bottom of the cliff and grabbed the edge of the cliff.
A giant beast was slowly revealing its entire body. Compared to it, Amandina, who was standing at the edge of the glacier, was as small as a grain of sand.
But in front of Roman, the crystal behemoth slowly lowered its head.
The Twilight Dragon looked at her subordinate with a smile and said softly: "Astoni, after thousands of years of waiting, are you impatient?"
The Crystal King let out a low roar.
"Don't worry," she replied with a smile, at the same time pointing at Amandina and Jutta: "Bring them."
Astoni, the King of Crystal Clusters, looked at her in confusion.
"What, you even dare to disobey my orders?"
Astoni replied in a low voice and stepped back slightly to show her submission. She raised her claw, and a circle of invisible ripples appeared in the air. Dark magic surged up from the sea of elements, lifting Amandina and Jutta and placing them in her palm.
"Protect them," the Twilight Dragon replied: "Especially the little girl, they are still useful to me."
Astoni nodded.
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