On the steep ice cliff, both sides were silent for a moment. Seibers looked down from above. The cold wind blew and the ice dust formed a white vortex behind him. The scene was so quiet that even time seemed to have frozen. The Frost Knight King from the War of the Holy Saints whispered quietly, "Who am I?" His voice was like a chant, echoing in the wind. He slowly raised the blood-red rapier in his right hand. His movement was so gentle that it felt like a dream. But the moment he raised his hand, an invisible wave of air shot out from the blade. The wind blade split the ice dust in front of it, and with a slight inclination, it went straight for Medissa who was at the front. Wherever it passed, the air would become turbulent due to the turbulence in its path, forming a cyclone.
"Psionic Shield!" The Silver Elf Princess frowned and shouted. A translucent spherical grid shield instantly appeared in front of her. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, the wind blade was already in front of her. With a loud bang, the wind blade hit the shield head-on. The translucent grid flashed, and the wind blade was squeezed on the shield, deformed, and separated to both sides. It hit the ground behind her, leaving two deep scratches that were nearly ten meters long on the glacier.
When a warrior reached the Elemental Level, there would be an additional option for basic swordsmanship. Using skill and strength to compress the air to form wind blades, attacking the enemy within a hundred feet range. From then on, the warrior's melee attacks would be extended to long-range attacks. Generally speaking, a swordsman who had just entered the Elemental Activation realm could have a range of about a hundred feet. At the peak of Elemental Activation, the range of the wind blade would not exceed two hundred feet.
The distance between Metisha and Seibers was a full hundred meters.
"You are Seibers! Why are you here!? "Metisha raised her head and asked in disbelief.
"Heh, I recognize you, little princess." Seibers raised his head slightly and smiled: "What's the meaning of memories in the past? History, dust, worthless. Who am I, little princess? I am a wandering soul. What a feast, there are whispers in the north wind. "
"Seibers, you actually turned yourself into an undead!?" Metisha gritted her teeth and stared at the Lord of the Frost Knight, one of the supreme beings of the Miirna people: "You have fallen so low …"
"A boring agreement," Seibers replied faintly. "Not smarter than the trifles of mortals, and not more foolish than the worries of sages. Honor, sacrifice, worthless."
"Obsession." Metisha enunciated each word clearly. "Who did you make an agreement with, the Dark Dragon? Seibers, you're still guarding the secret of the Miirnas. You know you can't make a comeback … "
Seibers glanced at the Silver Elf Princess. His indifferent gaze made it seem as if the world was just a speck of dust in his eyes. Even the oath he had sworn to protect was meaningless. The past and the future were all illusions. He suddenly moved the blade away from Peya's neck, and then slowly drew a line in front of him:
"Life, death, this is the boundary. Mortals, back off. What I guard is too heavy for you. Death is a straight line in my eyes, but in your eyes, it is fading away and parting. This is the crossing over the River Styx. While the trifles of the mortal world are still colorful in your eyes, back off — "
There was silence.
Seibers, if Metisha's name did not mean anything to the others present, but Brando's next words were enough to make them understand the weight of the name, "Be careful, he is Seibers Ansu, the Lord of the Frost Knight of the Miirnas, one of the leaders of the Final Battle. You Cruz people should know him. You gave him a title, the Lone Wolf of the Highlands, the Executioner of Winter — "
"It's him!" Veronica, Mephisto, and Laurenna's faces all changed. The commander of the Azure Skies even subconsciously pulled out her sword from its sheath. Shido screamed in fright. Even His Royal Highness, who was suspected of having facial paralysis, could not help but raise his eyebrows. Regardless of whether he was an enemy or a friend, Seibers was still a hero of the previous era. His era of fame was the most magnificent period of Wohnde's history.
To put it bluntly, in front of Seibers, Veronica and Mephisto were not even children.
"Metisha, how are you?" Brando whispered again.
"I'm at the peak of the Elemental Enlightenment level. I'm fine, but his attack seems to be a test …" Metisha stretched out her right hand, and a blazing white light formed a long silver shuttle in her palm. But she seemed a little nervous, "My Lord, Seibers' strength was far more than this when he was alive, he —"
"I know," Brando interrupted her, "I know, the key is that you're fine."
Metisha opened her mouth and did not answer, but her heart was slightly warm.
Brando raised his head and looked at the Miirna Lord who was looking at them from above. He used to call the wind and summon the rain, and the meaning of power and majesty could still be found in him.
"Lord Saint-ausol," he called in his heart.
"The King of the Frost Knight was bound by an oath to turn himself into an undead. At most, he retained less than a quarter of his strength when he was alive. No, this thing can't be considered Seibers anymore. At best, it can be considered a body trapped by obsession. But it must have inherited some of this body's abilities when it was alive. Plus, the oath itself gives the undead extraordinary strength. You've seen the White Knight Ebdon. Be careful, Brando, the strength of this body is far more than what you see. "Saint-ausol reminded him in his heart.
But she suddenly stopped talking, "Brando … he seems to have found me …"
"That's impossible," Brando was stunned. He did not believe that anyone could see through the world of thoughts. Even if there was, it would not be Seibers, "Lord Saint-ausol, you —"
"He seems to have something that can be connected to me. Only the dead can understand the sentiments of the living. He sensed my existence through that thing …" Saint-ausol frowned in Brando's mind and interrupted Brando's words with a hurried tone.
"Something that can be connected?"
"Wait, I understand. It's the Ring of the Wind Empress …" Saint-ausol suddenly took a deep breath, "No, I'm wrong. That thing is not on him. It's on that little girl!"
"Little girl?" Brando suddenly reacted, "You mean Peya?"
The Wind Empress nodded slowly.
Brando looked up and saw Seibers turning towards him. His eyes were golden, but his gaze was as sharp as a sword, which made Brando shiver. The Frost Knight King seemed to have seen something. His eyebrows twitched slightly, but his face was still indifferent, "What a long dream. The elves of Roshaaven, the elves of Alfheim, are all gathered here today. Fire and dust, you seek the ashes of rebirth from the ruins. Mortals, you are blind and ignorant."
Among all the people present, probably only Brando and Saint-ausol understood the meaning of these words. The Mist Elves came from Roshaaven of the Howling Peak, and the Silver Elves came from Alfheim of the Holy Silver Valley. They were respectively referring to Metisha and Saint-ausol, but this was a secret that only a few people knew. Brando saw the Silver Elf Princess turn around and look at him with a somewhat strange expression.
Veronica was a little nervous. Few people saw the Legion Commander holding the sword in her hand tightly. Her whole body was as taut as a bowstring. Every time Seibers' Undead made a slight movement, she resisted the urge to go berserk. She even trembled slightly. Her reaction was not excessive. As the most powerful person in the Cruz Empire, she maintained a good relationship with the Holy Cathedral of Fire. No one knew better than her what the title of Frost Knight King represented.
Seibers had personally fought with the Flame King Gretel, and Gretel was lucky enough to escape unscathed. This was recorded in the Pale Poem. You didn't read it wrong, the Flame King was lucky enough to escape unscathed. As one of the nine most powerful Miirna lords under the Darkness Dragon Odin, Seibers was once the most troublesome enemy of the Four Saints in history.
But Seibers just glanced at her.
"Little girl, do you understand what it means to point your weapon at a stranger in our etiquette?" The Undead Knight smiled carelessly and asked lightly.
"Seibers, I am a descendant of the Flame King Gretel. You and I are enemies, not friends. You should understand my pride-" Veronica took a breath and replied in a low voice.
"I understand your pride." Seibers nodded, "The pride of an eagle should spread its wings above the sky, not walk in the shadows. You are a Cruz person, I will give you a chance to fight." After saying that, he sheathed Fingus the Soul Detainer, passed Frost Chant Cinna to his right hand, and raised the blade.
"Come and challenge me, just like your ancestors did a thousand years ago. Honor, loyalty, worthless, but that is your choice."
"Legion Commander!"
"Legion Commander!" Shido and Laurenna spoke at the same time. They knew the Legion Commander's temper very well. If she had made up her mind, she would probably fight to the death with this terrible Undead here today. Veronica reached out to stop her two subordinates and replied, "Shido, Laurenna, remember, the Miirna people will always be the enemy of the civilized world. We are the descendants of the Flame King, and we have no right to forgive them-"
When Veronica raised the long sword, Brando was having a heated discussion with Saint-ausol.
"Brando, what do you want to do?"
"I don't think we really have to fight him."
"Do you really think so?"
"Let's wait and see."
Brando looked up and suddenly called out to Veronica, "Wait."
He turned back to Seibers and asked loudly, "I know who you are, Frost Knight King. I even understand why you are waiting here. It's been a thousand years, Seibers. It's time. I know who you are waiting for. Seibers, the inheritance has returned from the dark abyss. Get out of the way, we are not mortals. Get out of the way of your treasure- "
Seibers was slightly startled.
He lowered his head.
… (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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