Metisha was laughing so hard that she could not stand up straight, and Brando could only shake his head helplessly. But he was more worried about Scarlet and Shido, so he turned to the little princess and said, "Don't worry about this for now, let's go and have a look, Shido and Scarlet are still over there."
Only then did the Silver Elf Princess nod her head and stop smiling.
The sudden encounter surprised everyone, and Brando was a little worried that there would be more similar creatures of Chaos (Dusk species) lurking under the crisscrossing ice, but he immediately dispelled this worry.
Scarlet sat down against the ice wall, her face slightly red, because the lord was very close to her, so she did not dare to breathe too loudly. In fact, the bruise on her shoulder was not a big deal, but Brando's actions made her heart pound.
Brando checked the injury on the red-haired girl's shoulder and breathed a sigh of relief. "Fortunately, it's not a big deal."
The Highlander girl lowered her head and also breathed a sigh of relief, but the relief she felt was obviously not the same as Brando.
"I'm sorry, Scarlet, I'm sorry, Mr. Count …" Shido stood beside the two, holding her thick notebook with both hands, and looked at the two apologetically.
"So, what's going on?" Veronica turned back and interrupted her. She and Mephisto stood on the left and right of the landslide, and farther away, Haruz, Firas, The Shire, and Cruz's princes had already cleared the broken ice. When the huge ice blocks were removed by The Shire's magic, the silver-white corpse under the snow gradually revealed.
Brando glanced at the monster, it was obviously not killed by the collapse of the ice layer. The skin of the corpse was far less shiny than it was when it was alive, but dull and gray, as if the surface of the metal was covered with a layer of frost.
His heart suddenly skipped a beat.
This thing died because the magic in its body was depleted.
No, it was not accurate to say that it was dead. To be precise, it was just in a state of dormancy, and once new magic was extracted, this thing might come back to life again.
Brendel furrowed his brows and looked back at the human-shaped silver liquid. He had never heard of such a monster in the game, not even one that was close to it. This ability was too terrifying, and it sent chills down his spine.
At this moment, Firas whistled not far away, and the lucky young man looked at the corpse and could not help but be surprised. "Haruz, Your Highness, did you notice that this thing looks a bit like the Lost Man?"
"A nameless person?" Lenarette Aurelius looked at him in confusion.
"Ah, I forgot, Your Highness, you should not have encountered these things when you entered the forest from the direction of Fort Vallenden. In short, they're just some nightmares, but they're surprisingly similar to this monster. "Filas was slightly startled, then replied in realization.
Laurenna nodded in agreement. "Yes, a little bit." However, she gave her fiancé a strange look. After experiencing such a scene in the dream, she really did not know how Filas could face His Highness, the eldest prince whom he had "killed", so calmly.
"It seems that the Lost Man wandering in the Stained Frost Forest has something to do with these things." Brendel replied. He was also a little surprised. The Buga books in The Amber Sword only discussed the reasons for the creation of the Lost Names, but bewitching them into depravity had always been an unsolved mystery.
But now it seemed that the answer was close at hand.
The body of the thing was melting, like ice melting under the hot summer sun, and the silver liquid flowed down, and in the blink of an eye, it gathered into a silver puddle under its body. This scene confirmed Brando's previous speculation.
He looked up, as if he had finally finished thinking, and asked Shido, "Where did you encounter this thing, Miss Shido?"
"I'm sorry …" The scholar girl blushed a little and replied shamefully, "I didn't encounter it anywhere, and I don't know how to describe it … Seriously, it was supposed to be dead."
"Dead?" Firas turned his head and looked at the body of the monster that was turning into a pool of mercury at his feet with some surprise. He pointed to the thing and asked, "You mean, this thing can be resurrected?"
But Brando interrupted him and skipped the question. "How did it come back to life?"
"I was a little curious … so I put a magic moonstone in it …" Shido replied with a blush. "I'm sorry, it's all my fault for acting on my own and causing Scarlet to get hurt for me."
As she spoke, she glanced at Scarlet gratefully. If the half-dragon girl had not reacted in time, the monster's first counterattack would have killed her.
She was a scholar, not a warrior.
Brando finally understood the origin of this thing. No wonder a living Dusk species would jump out of a pile of corpses from tens of thousands of years ago, and no wonder this thing was so weak. It turned out that it had only absorbed the power of a magic moonstone.
Although the magic moonstone was a mid-quality magic crystal, the magic it provided was only at the level of a wizard who had just entered the Gold rank at his peak.
He felt a little helpless. Although he didn't know how the scholar lady knew that this thing could extract magic from his body, it was still a little too reckless. In the Dark Forest, especially in a place like this, any careless move could cost one's life.
"Miss Shido, now you should understand that this is the periphery of the Holy Cathedral of the Hibernator. The monster you encountered before is likely to be a Dusk species that invaded this world with the Dusk Dragon tens of thousands of years ago, and a superior chaos creature. You and I cannot guess their power, so please be careful." Brando sighed and reminded her.
"I'm sorry, Count, I already know …"
Brando glanced at her and was too embarrassed to continue reprimanding her. After all, she was a child who had participated in an adventure for the first time. One must know that when he first went on an adventure, he made a lot more stupid than this.
"Brando, what are these things?" Veronica finally asked after listening to the conversation between the young people.
"I don't know." Brando shook his head. "I've never heard of such creatures, but they should be Dusk species. These things are a little weird. They don't seem to really die, but enter dormancy. They draw magic from the outside world and slowly regenerate … "
"Immortality?" Everyone present sucked in a breath of cold air.
The undead of Madara pursued eternity, but the eternity they pursued was only the so-called temporary immortality. There was only one thing in this world that was eternal, and that was chaos.
The believers of All For One were fanatically superstitious about this. They believed that believing in chaos and becoming one with the Dusk Dragon was the only way to return to immortality.
The Four Holy Cathedrals had always thought that this was just ridiculous nonsense, but now it seemed to be a ready-made example.
The Dusk species that were immortal.
There was a pin-drop silence in the ice cave for a moment.
"This goes against …" Veronica was a little speechless.
"There's no need to be superstitious, it's just a guess." Brando stared at the monsters, and he could not believe it himself. These Dusk creatures that fought the Frost Giants head-on tens of thousands of years ago were just dormant after death. The Frost Giants were the bravest and best of the Golden Folk, and even they could not kill these monsters. Brando found it hard to imagine that anyone in this era could completely eliminate these monsters.
He shook his head, and at the same time asked in the spiritual world, "Lady Saint-ausol, I know you're here. Have you seen anything similar?"
"I haven't seen it, but I always feel like I've heard of something similar there." The voice of the Elf came immediately.
"Are you sure?"
"It wouldn't be 'seems' if I could be sure. Are you an idiot?"
Brando shrugged.
He had to comfort the others. "But at least we have good news. It seems that they are not lurking under this glacier, but fell in the fierce battle tens of thousands of years ago. As long as we don't provoke them, it doesn't seem to be too much of a problem."
"Tens of thousands of years, Mr. Brando, are you sure they won't slowly collect the magic power drifting in the air and revive?" Laurenna questioned, somewhat puzzled.
"Do you feel the magic power in the air?" Brando asked rhetorically.
Everyone was slightly startled, and then they realized that the space in the ice cave seemed to be terrifyingly clean. The magic power drifting everywhere in the world of Wohnde was completely absent here. Veronica and Mephisto's faces changed in an instant. Only Brando was slightly indifferent — he had already learned this from The Shire.
Wizards were much more sensitive to magic power than Warriors.
"What's going on?" Firas was the first to ask.
"A seal." Veronica glanced at Brando, her face a little solemn. "This is the seal of the Holy Cathedral of the Hibernator. It turns out that these things are sealed under this cathedral. After the magic power is cut off, they can never be revived —"
"How is that possible!" Shido heard this and couldn't help but widen her eyes. "Sir Commander, this is the Holy Cathedral of Milos. Could it be that even the gods can't eradicate these monsters?"
At this point, her face suddenly changed and she subconsciously shut her mouth, feeling a little chilled.
The others were similar —
Brando glanced at Firas and Laurenna, both of whom had a solemn look on their faces. Veronica was the same. The Cruz Goddess of War suddenly thought of a possibility.
"Brando."
"I'm here …"
"Do you think Arreck wants to open a portal here and connect the lower level of the Sulfur River to the Sea of Magic here …"
"If that's the case …" Miss Scholar's face turned pale.
If that's the case, once these terrible monsters are fully released, when they re-enter the world of Wohnde, they will forever break free from the shackles imposed on them by the Holy Cathedral of the Hibernator.
Brando couldn't help but swallow when he thought of this.
He could only think of one sentence:
The returning Twilight Army —
… (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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