Just as Brando and his party began to move, on the other side, Freya was struggling to move forward in the silver-gray forest. They had been with Brund's men for a day and a half, but this did not change their situation at all. There were more and more Pale Sons in the forest, and in order to deal with these terrible beasts, they had to flee northwest along the forest.
In the early hours of the morning, they hastily ate some hard to swallow dry food, and the scout cavalry found traces of white wolves on the outskirts of the forest, and the team had to set off again. Marquis Yoakam and the monster seemed to have great interest in them, and had been chasing after them.
But the most terrible thing was still the monster.
Freya checked Alea and another Knight on the stretcher, who were feverish, and the wound on Alea's neck had begun to turn black – the icicles fired by the white wolves seemed to carry some kind of curse that could slow down the healing time of the wound and accelerate the decay. Freya herself had many such wounds, and she was well aware of it, but she did not show the constant pain on her face.
The other Knight, on the other hand, seemed to be completely dehydrated. He had just blocked the silver monster, and it was as if all his flesh and blood had been sucked out of his body.
Freya saw with her own eyes that the humanoid silver monster was besieged by seven or eight Gold-ranked Cruz Knights. It was wounded all over, but it suddenly pounced on one of them, and after draining the man's flesh and blood, the wounds all over its body healed as if nothing had happened.
She had never heard of such a terrible ability, not even vampires.
At that time, almost all the Knights in that battle were left there, and only the one in front of her managed to escape. Later, in order to block the monster, the whole team left behind more than a dozen Knights, and even the female Knight named Rogie died in that battle.
She could not help but glance at little Pero, and she only later learned that the female Knight was his fiancée.
"The wind has stopped." Little Pero's face was almost expressionless, but he looked at the canopy that gradually stopped shaking and said this. This was almost the only good news in the past few hours. However, the bad news was that when there was no wind or snow, the distance in the forest would be further and the smell would linger for a longer time.
"But where exactly should we go? It's already impossible for us to meet up with the Count and the Legion Commander. The other party clearly doesn't intend to give way to us." Brund stared at the crude map drawn last night on the ground and said. In just two days, his cheeks had lost weight and deep dark circles had appeared under his eyes.
"Continue heading north," Maynild replied. "They don't want us to meet up with them, so we'll do as they wish."
The others nodded. Yoakam should be hoping to weaken the forces around Veronica and Brando, but everyone present at the moment knew how strong the forces around Brando were. In fact, they were not lacking at all. It seemed that the main force of the Folded Sword Knight Regiment was here, but the other side was stronger. Freya, Brund, Maynild, and little Pero were very clear in their hearts.
Brando asked Brund to lead all the Folded Sword Knight Regiment away, not necessarily to numb the other party. In that case, it seemed that they could beat them at their own game.
"Marquis Yoakam is fine, but that monster seems to have gone crazy. I don't know what it's trying to do." Brund glanced at Alea who was lying on the stretcher and could not help but say with some annoyance.
But everyone present turned their eyes to Freya, and Freya herself frowned. Brund did not know, but the people who were with her first knew in their hearts that the silver monster was obviously coming for their commander.
It was just that no one knew what the so-called bloodline of the Goddess of War was.
"Senior Maynild, do you know something?" Freya turned her head and whispered to the female Knight beside her. Maynild shook her head, "I've never heard of the legend of the Goddess of War, but I only know that this bloodline does seem to have something to do with you. Brando should have mentioned it to you, but like him, I don't know why that monster knows all this. I don't know what it has to do with you … … "
This was not the first time Maynild had answered like this, and Freya could not help but sigh anxiously. She opened her backpack and glanced at the slate lying quietly inside.
Brando once said that this slate would answer her questions, but so far she had found nothing.
Maynild saw that Freya was lost in thought, and she turned to the others and said, "It's almost dawn, and since the movements of those white beasts have been found on the periphery, it means that they will soon appear in this area. We'll continue to circle northwest along the forest and buy time for our Lord and your Lord Commander. Does anyone have any other opinions? "
The others did not speak. In the previous two days of battle, Maynild had shown extraordinary command, and although it was not enough to make these proud young people admire her, she had at least won their recognition.
"I have a question," Only Little Pero thought for a moment and replied, "What if the silver monster comes after us again?"
This question made the atmosphere in the camp drop to freezing point. Everyone still remembered the battle last night with lingering fear. Nearly one-fifth of the Knights of the Folded Sword Knight Regiment had died, just to block that terrible monster.
Maynild also seemed a little hesitant. Sometimes plans were very pale in the face of absolute strength. The silver monster was at least above the Elemental Activation level, and it was not something that they, as Gold Ranks, could stop. "Let's take it one step at a time." She could only answer so.
But it was at this moment that there was a sudden commotion outside the camp.
"Stag!"
"Stag!"
Everyone was screaming. "What's going on?" The young Knight present stood up at the same time, with one hand on his sword and looked out. They saw Freya stand up as if she had been electrocuted.
The future Valkyrie looked up and saw a blue stag standing proudly in the forest not far from the camp.
This scene seemed to pull her thoughts back to that night in the Year of Flowers and Summer Leaves in an instant.
The blue stag looked at the Knight in the camp and twisted its beautiful neck, as if to signal everyone. It turned around and then slowly walked into the forest.
"Quick, follow it!" Freya seemed to wake up from a dream and hurriedly said to everyone.
"Wait!"
Little Pero looked at the forest and frowned, "Sir Commander, that's the Holy Cathedral of the Hibernator."
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The heavy stone door slowly opened, revealing a dark and deep space behind it. It was like an obsidian passage, the cross-section of the whole passage was trapezoidal, and the surface was covered with bright red polylines. A thin layer of fog was deposited on the ground, but as the stone door opened, the cold wind that rushed in from the outside had already blown it away, revealing the dark ground below.
Arreck walked up the frosty stairs, and his eyes first fell on the skeletons that were scattered on both sides of the passage. These skeletons were clearly divided into two categories. On one side, there were tall humanoid creatures, still wearing the armor they had when they were alive. The armor was simple in shape and covered with patterns that were incompatible with the aesthetic style of this era.
Most of the weapons used by these skeletons were heavy broadswords or battle-axes. These dusty weapons still had remnants of the aura from the previous era, heavy and vigorous, as if each of them was a divine weapon, but the magic on them had long since fallen apart with the passing of their owners.
However, there were still some weapons that were luckily preserved. Arreck passed by these corpses and casually picked up a sword. He injected a little bit of magic power and chanted a strange word. The sword became bright and was surrounded by lightning. The duke casually threw the sword, and it shot out like a bolt of lightning. It hit the wall on one side of the passage with a loud bang, and then bounced to the side, drawing a beautiful blue and white line. It hit the floor again, leaving behind a trail of sparks, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.
Devard came closer to take a look, only to find that the place where the combat sword hit the wall did not even leave the slightest scratch. He could not help but change his expression and asked, "What is this temple built with? The previous blow with the weapon was almost equivalent to my full blow, this wall …"
"This is not a building, Devard," Arreck replied. "Milos fell here. Who built these buildings? The Miirnas, or the Cruz people? They can't make it. No, Milos is the follower of the Dragon of Fury, Alphonse, this is his body … "
"Ah …?"
"Don't be surprised. Why do the gods shape their images according to human imagination? The myths of the Miirnas are barely reliable. The Cruz people have never experienced those tragic ancient wars. What do they know?"
"They dare to claim to be orthodox in front of All For One? They are just some clowns who took the opportunity to steal the throne. Odin doesn't care about them, but we are not such fools. "
Arreck's words echoed in the passage. He slowly passed by the skeletons of another kind of creature, which were obviously wolves. But their skeletons were much larger than their descendants living on the earth now. The skeletons of these wolves were like the skeletons of giant dragons, with thick forelimbs, two particularly sharp tusks, and oddly shaped bone plates and long horns on their heads. These were the so-called ancient species, the first generation of Échis' descendants.
Arreck admired these skeletons as if he was admiring a work of art, but he did not have any other intentions. He just walked through them. The group moved slowly along the passage, followed by the Knight of the Order of the Dead of All For One. Arreck looked for a while, then turned back to the wizards of All For One and asked:
"You guys unearthed those things in the periphery?"
"Yes." The wizard replied respectfully, "This is exactly the same as what is recorded in the Dark Prophecy, and also in line with some of our books. Milos fought a long battle here with Échis, and at the same time, the Lord's Second Legion participated in the battle."
"The Second Legion? Is it the Crystal Cluster? "
"No, the Crystal Cluster came from the Seventh Legion. They attacked the Wings of Earth on the Extreme Plain, so it's impossible for them to appear in the Inner World on a large scale."
"It should be the Noh Race here."
"Noh Race, Échis, the name of the Abyss. I'm getting more and more curious." Arreck could not help but squint his eyes, and faint stripes began to appear on his pale face.
"You will see one of them soon."
As soon as the wizard finished speaking, a hall appeared in Arreck's vision. More skeletons appeared in the spacious hall, but at the center of these skeletons, a breathtaking corpse involuntarily attracted everyone's attention. It looked like a fox, with astonishingly beautiful silver fur all over her body. She floated in the center of the hall with her eyes closed. If it wasn't for the fact that she was already dead, perhaps people would have thought that she was just sleeping.
"Dim Ko Hua, this is Échis' eldest daughter …" Arreck could not help but murmur to himself, "I didn't expect her to fall here."
… …
"My Lord, you'd better come and see this."
After Brando slowly slid down a layer of gray-white ice from above, he heard Metisha, who had gone down first, shout from below. He bypassed a dense patch of icicles and saw Metisha half-kneeling at the entrance of a dark ice path in front of him. There was a figure lying next to the Silver Fairy Princess. At first, he thought it was Peya's brother, but when he got a little closer, he found that it was not.
It was a skeleton, at least six or seven meters tall. The skeleton was wearing heavy armor, with its head down and sitting on the ground against the ice wall. Its fatal wound should be on its chest. Brando noticed that there was a fist-sized hole in the chest armor of the skeleton where the heart was, apparently pierced by something.
"This is the skeleton of a Frost Giant." Brando glanced at the skeleton's physique and made a judgment, "It seems that Shitah did not lie to us, this road does lead to the Holy Cathedral of the Hibernator."
"Are they the guardians of this Holy Cathedral?" Metisha asked in a low voice.
"They used to be." Brando replied, "Is this what you want me to see?"
"No, there are more similar skeletons ahead. But not all of them are Frost Giants, there are some strange corpses that even Miss Shido can't recognize. "The Silver Elf Princess replied.
"What kind, wolf?"
Seeing Metisha shake her head, Brando could not help but be curious. It was well known that Milos had fought Échis here, but what other corpses would there be here besides the bodies of Frost Giants and the bodies of Échis' children? Human? Unlikely, Brando knew that the scholar lady would never make a mistake on such a matter.
He motioned for Metisha to lead the way, and then followed in, and soon found the scholar lady with a puzzled look among the skeletons.
Shido was staring at a strange corpse in a daze.
To be exact, it was not a corpse, nor was it a skeleton, but a pool of silver, human-shaped liquid. This pool of liquid lay among the corpses of seven or eight Frost Giants, and there was a frost-blue combat sword stuck in it. If it were not for this sword, others might have missed this' corpse 'and just thought it was a pool of ice water.
"What is this … …" Brando saw this thing and could not help but be stunned.
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(PS: Yesterday I had a discussion with Mother Zi and sorted out my thoughts. I'm back, you know. Well, as for the strong heroes who were on their way to kill me yesterday … … please go back.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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