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"How is that possible" Ash's aqua blue eyes widened, her face full of horror, and from her vantage point, she could see a pair of eyes burning with golden flames, and through the gap in her helmet, she was facing her wide eyes.

Countless cracks like cobwebs stretched out, revealing white threads in the pitch-black surface.

There was no shout like "open!", and there was no roar of "break!" or anything like that.

He walked out of the shattered ice and came to Ash's face.

"Ash?" he asked.

"Angel?" she glared at his burning pupils, not to be outdone.

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Talia struggled through the snowy fields, she didn't know where her brother had gone, why she left without even saying a word, but she believed that her brother had a hard time.

And that's not the most important thing these days, the most important thing is that she's lost

"Where the hell is this?"

Talia looked at the sun in the sky and pondered the method that Zhang Chao had taught her to distinguish between east and west, north and south.

A moment later she followed the sun's guidance toward Ahem and headed north.

She herself was going to the south and return to Shurima through Moral Marcia, so there was only one reason why she went north, and that was that she had reversed what Zhang Chao had taught her.

If a local saw the direction she was going, they would be shocked, because it was the direction of the Infinity North Wall.

It's a forbidden area for all humans, and those who trespass by mistake will only be torn to shreds by the fierce and belligerent Bear Clan!

Freljord has a large number of bear men, the weakest of which are no match for the slightly stronger adult males, and survive on small prey, while the stronger ones are invincible and at the top of the food chain, and even the largest tribes are reluctant to provoke them.

And the most powerful of these bears is undoubtedly the bear-man tribe of the ruthless northern wall, where even the largest tribe of Freljord, Avarosa, dare not provoke easily.

On the ruthless north wall, there is a supreme sacred peak of the bear people, which is the highest place within a radius of thousands of miles, and it is also the place closest to the spirit of the ancestors, the eye of the storm.

Perhaps in awe, or perhaps in fear, no one had climbed the mountain for hundreds of years, and the interweaving of storms and thunder was enough to turn the entire peak into a dead land.

Even if the bears are haughty and belligerent, they are not keen to die.

Today, the Sacred Peak welcomes its first guest in countless years, a bear man with a typical long white fur and a massive body that stands more than three meters tall.

He grasped the soft and hard snow with his thick claws, and gradually came to the top of the place, where the water was constantly washing down to form a slippery layer of ice.

Unlike the usual peaks, there is no snow at the top of the Sacred Peak, but the following is in line with the usual cold of Freljord.

The massive power of thunder gave the upper layers plenty of heat, and the near-year-round torrential rain gave the upper layers of the Sacred Peak a cold ice that never froze.

The bear-man sniffled, if he hadn't been able to smell the earth, he would have thought that the entire Sacred Peak was a giant icicle.

Suddenly, his claws slipped and he almost fell into the abyss, and countless pieces of ice fell to the ground, but there was no sound.

"**** mother, this is too scary. ”

The bear man shrank his pupils slightly, and spoke.

He had a hint of giving up, but then he mustered up courage - Volibel would not be crushed by fear!

He grabbed the gap in the ice with his sharp claws, and continued on his way.

Although the claws are already bloody, although the body is exhausted.

But the bear-man finally reached the summit, and he was slumped in the rain, his plain and silky hair wet with the cold liquid, but it could not penetrate at all.

So Volibel stretched his limbs to his heart's content, took the jerky from his backpack in the gradually warmer temperature, and ate it with cold water.

Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong, and when he looked closely, he saw that the peak had become much brighter, and suddenly a huge whirlpool appeared in the originally cloudy sky, and the blue arc flickered and jumped in it.

Volibel's eyes widened suddenly, and his breathing couldn't help but become rapid.

"That's the eye of the storm?!"

Sure enough, looking from the bottom up, the cloudy cloud is the eyelid, the arc is the whites of the eyes, and the whirlpool in the middle is not the eyeball.

Boom -

A thunderbolt fell from the sky, almost blinding the bearman's eyes, but he was not afraid, for it was the spirit of the ancestors watching over him.

Even the most brutal bears won't kill their kind - only the Northwall bears, of course, and he doesn't care what the bears do elsewhere.

So he believed that the Eye of the Storm, as the incarnation of the Ancestor, would definitely not hurt him.

Voliber breathed heavily, bathed in thunder, and the pain tore through his body, but he didn't feel unbearable, but could clearly feel that his strength had become stronger.

Roar -

A roar of thunder exploded in the clouds!

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Occasionally, the cold wind carried the dense snow to other places, which was a rare time to see the sun in Locka.

Olaf carried his axe and cursed: "Damn, this is not dead?"

He carried the leader of the hunted Lockfa winter wolf, intending to send the prey back to the tribe and return some dried meat to the north.

He had heard of a great tribe in the north called Crampons, and the leader there must have died in battle who could bestow glory on him.

He sighed, and then thought of Zhang Chao: "I don't know if that kid died under the claws of the skeleton." ”

It's been a while since he's been back from Bilgewater, but he's never heard anything about Zhang Chao - there's no news, but it's a pity that he still wants to fight this guy, and that hearty battle makes him miss it to this day.

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Olaf has always been a doer, and in a few days, he used his awakened ancestral bloodline to cross the winter barrier known as the Land of Death to the north.

But he pounced, because the Crampons had already gone north to fight Avarosa.

He sighed, and then ran wildly, intending to take part in the war—whoever the victor was, he only wanted to die with honor. (To be continued.) )