"Grossell!"

The closest to the giant, the "Punishment Knight" Longzel, ran to the front, supported Grossell, and then let go a little bit, slowly standing up straight, as if in a confusing dream.

Shattas broke free from Mobet's support, not caring about the pain in his body, and with the help of the wind, he quickly ran to Grossell's side.

She bent down, carefully observed for a while, then pushed the other and shouted hoarsely:

"Wake up!

"It's time for us to get out!"

Her voice faded, slowly falling silent.

Mobet stood beside him, seeing the giant's body stagger, unable to maintain his balance, and finally fell to the ground with a thud.

He was silent for a few seconds, then exhaled slowly.

At this time, Anderson and Edwina had already run to the frozen ascetic Snorman, one using flames and the other simulating holy light to help the other party quickly thaw, only Crane came directly to Grossel because he was nearby.

His "spirit thread" vision told him that the other party was dead, and only the spirit remained, but it was also beginning to dissipate, making his damage transfer ability useless.

From the moment he burned the Dawn Light and entangled the Frost Dragon for the second time, Grossell should have been ready to die...... Klein was silent for a moment.

Mobet glanced at him and smiled bitterly:

"Frankly, I haven't seen many giants, and most of my impressions come from books, teachers, and parents, and have always thought that this race is cruel and rampant, closer to monsters than intelligent beings, but Grossel is not like that, he is frank, honest, optimistic, and although he seems a little silly, he knows better than anyone what is right and what is wrong.

"He told me it was because he wasn't the oldest giant, not even the second and third generations...... The cruel, tyrannical and crazy giants also have the instinct to mate, and will give birth to offspring, and from time to time there will be more rational types in the offspring, and these offspring will reproduce, so that the whole giant family is more and more out of the category of monsters.

"Oh, I don't know if I should trust him or not, but his existence proves that such a possibility......"

As she spoke, Mobert paused, as if caught up in a reminiscence.

At this point, Edwina and Anderson pulled Snowman, who was still visibly stiff, and the ascetic struggled to Grossell's side.

Looking at the closed vertical eye, Snowman drew a cross-like symbol on his chest, half-closed his eyes, and began to pray in a low voice:

"The Father of all things, the Great Root, here is an honest and pure Spirit...... May he enter your kingdom and receive eternal redemption......"

Shattas opened his mouth, as if to say that Grossell believed in the giant king Olmir, but in the end he did not speak, and watched in silence as Norman finished his prayer.

"We must get out as soon as possible, and no one knows how long that door will last!" said the elven singer, looking rather irritable with grief and pain.

She glanced down at the giant again, and added in a low voice:

"We can't let Grossell's spirit dissipate in this illusory world, we must bring him back to reality!"

"Good. Mobet immediately agreed, and Klein and the others had no objection.

Adevina turned her head and shouted into the cave where the ice and snow were hung:

"Daniz, you can come out. ”

At this time, Shatas's eyes rolled slightly, as if he had thought of something, so he turned his head sideways and said to Klein:

"Do you have pen and paper?"

"Yes. Klein took out the absorbent pen and sticky notes he had with him, which was the professionalism of a "soothsayer".

Shatas took it and began to write until Daniz ran out of the cave.

Danitz was silent and silent, his mood seemed rather depressed, and he did not feel any obvious joy or excitement about leaving the world in the book.

Finally, Shattas stopped writing and gave the paper and pen to Klein at the same time:

"The recipe you want. ”

Didn't you just go out to trade?" Crane muttered in confusion as he took his pen and the "Sea Singer" potion recipe.

As if sensing his confusion, Shattas turned his head, looked at Grossell on the ground, and said in a low voice:

"We are now companions. ”

So you can directly give the potion formula? Klein put away the items, nodded invisibly:

"I'll give you the glass when I'm out. ”

Shattas didn't answer and pushed Mobet:

"Go and carry Grossell. ”

Mobet looked down at his not-so-athletic body and high-pitched leather boots, smiled helplessly, and walked over to one of Grossell's thighs.

The "Punishment Knight" Dragonzel followed silently, bending down and hugging the giant's left shoulder.

Anderson glanced left and right, and said:

"You are wounded, you are weak, I should come. ”

He then hugged Grossell's other shoulder.

Klein was about to go to the remaining thigh when Daniz brisked over and took his position.

Seeing this, he stopped and watched as Anderson and the others lifted Grossell up and walked towards the illusory gate covered in snow.

He, Edwina, and the staggering Shattas and Snorman followed in silence to the exit where the corpse of the frost dragon Yurisian had spawned.

At this time, Crane looked around and found that the pale blue blood that the "King of the North" had previously flowed was all gone, and it seemed that it had never existed.

Sure enough, a manifest, near-real monster...... Crane fell behind and watched as Adevina took a few steps forward, bent over slightly, and pressed her palms against the door.

Then the "Lieutenant General of the Iceberg" slammed his force and pushed the snow-covered gate open.

Silently, everything that everyone saw became illusory, and then it became transparent and disappeared.

Rows of brown bookshelves soon appeared in front of them, the orange sun setting above the horizon outside the window, and a table with pens, inkwells, and paper.

This is the captain's room of the "Vice Admiral of the Iceberg" Adewina!

Klein and the others quickly turned their gaze to the center of the table, where a tawny parchment book was laid out.

The book was turned by the invisible wind, and it came to the last page, and Klein and the others saw the end:

"With the help of a mad adventurer and a powerful hunter, Grossell fulfilled his promise and led his teammates to kill the 'King of the North', but he also died in the Land of Frost. ”

"None of us were given the end...... Shattas, where do you want to go next?" Mobert lowered Grossell's thigh and asked the elven singer with a tilted head.

Shatas's gaze was confused for a few seconds, and then he said firmly:

"Looking for my people......"

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly saw Mobet's flaxen-colored hair rapidly turning white, and saw obvious wrinkles on the other party's originally smooth face.

It was only a breath of time, and in her eyes, Mobet was already aging to death.

Shatath's heart tightened, and he was about to pounce on him, but he was stunned to find that his legs had become weak at some point.

With a thud, she fell to the floor, and found that the back of her hand was also covered with marks that only an old man had.

She immediately understood what was going on, and the tears in her eyes suddenly slid uncontrollably, and her body struggled and struggled, trying to crawl towards Mobet.

Mobet also fell to the ground, squirming at her, and stretched out her right palm forward.

Shatas passed his right palm over and took the shriveled hand.

They struggled to look up, their eyes reflecting each other's current appearance.

The corners of their mouths hooked upwards at the same time, but they couldn't let go, and their eyelids drooped, blocking out the light.

Crane, Edwina, Anderson, and Danitz were completely unresponsive to the change, and didn't know what to do about it, so they could only watch as Grossell's corpse decomposed, flesh and blood evaporated, leaving only bones and the extraordinary properties that had been extracted, and as Mobet, Shatas, Norman, and Dragonzel aged and dyed in a matter of seconds, then lost their breath, repeating what had happened to Grossell's corpse.

Their clothes vanished or turned to ashes, and their spirits vanished at an extraordinary rate, and soon they were gone.

"The shortest one has been living in it for more than 165 years...... Adevina whispered to herself, turning her head to look at the white skeleton looking out at the sea and the sun.

This was none other than the "Knight of Punishment" Dragonzel, who sat in his chair and looked out to the west, in the direction of Beckland.

Snowman sat cross-legged, the corpse in a praying posture.

Yes, they have lived for hundreds or thousands of years in the world of the book, and according to the rules of the outside world, they are not even demigods, they should have died a long time ago...... I should want to get this question...... Why am I not vigilant at all......? Klein suddenly remembered the psychic influence of the world in the book on Mobert, Grossell, and others, and vaguely made a judgment.

He looked down at the parchment-bound book again, believing that there were many, many more secrets.

"This guy is funny, just dead......" Anderson pouted as he looked at Mobet's corpse.

At this time, all the extraordinary characteristics were slowly condensing, but the "Punishment Knight" Longzel did not precipitate anything similar, Edwina looked at it for a while, and said in a flat tone:

"The potions he took were fake, and so was the power he gained, like the frost dragon. ”

It should be the embodiment of the world in the book, which is almost false as true...... Crane sighed silently, not knowing what to say for a moment, so he had to remain silent in the style of Gelman Sparrow.

For the next ten minutes, no one spoke in the captain's cabin of the Golden Dream, until each of the four extraordinary properties took shape.

One of them is the size of a fist, like a heart, covered with holes, shimmering like the morning light, one is like a jellyfish, the transparent outer layer is wrapped in the blue water, and sometimes the wind rolls up the whirlpool, sometimes flashes silvery, and faintly melodious singing, one is pure and shining spar, full of sacred feeling, one is like a baby's palm, the tiny five fingers are open, constantly changing the color of the skin according to the different circumstances.

"Hey, we can't keep looking at it like this. Finally, Anderson broke the silence, "Let's divide these extraordinary traits into one piece." ”

Just as Edwina's light blue eyes were stained with anger, the hunter shrugged his shoulders and smiled bitterly:

"I think that's what they want to do, because we're friends who have fought together. ”