"Ahh The woman screamed, but it was too late, Solanda was so fast that she could barely see it, and the knife fell from her hand, and the blood in the woman's cavity fell into the rubble in front of her.

Archira, who had recovered from the routine of death in the evening, immediately urged her magic to condense the blood in the urn into bundles, and in the night, the ghostly blood training rose into the air, and Akira's magic gave it new life, and it quickly stretched across the canyon, forming a bridge of blood above the canyon!

"Get up!" Solanda took three large jars of blood from the fat man, and she turned and kicked the boy Matt, who was no longer aware of his surroundings and was indifferent to the death of his parents. He mechanically walked up the bridge of blood, one step, two steps, and stepped forward in the howling wind.

The Blood Bridge stretches underfoot, and Solanda walks last, preventing Akira from repenting and removing the Blood Bridge and killing herself. Before the water was cut off, Sorenda took advantage of Akira's consciousness to make a promise to her that if she helped her reach the Land of Icemarsh, she would end her curse of dying every day forever. But now she wasn't sure if Akira was in a normal state of mind, and it would be wisest to be prepared to turn around and run if necessary.

The Blood Bridge was only a foot wide, and Solanda felt like a Scambrai clown walking on a suspended wire rope. The wind was so strong that it whistled in their ears like a lone wolf in the wilderness, and at other times it was calm, as if it were intended to tempt them to take it lightly. The princess had barely taken her first step when fear clung to her. She felt the void on either side, the black cyclone yawning around her. She stopped, trembling and afraid to move forward. The wind roared at her, tugging at her hair, trying to drag her down the abyss.

Don't be afraid. Solanda tries to calm her mind and invoke her magic, infecting Akira and Matt's affection. Yes, that's it, steady and firm, forward, forward, forward.

Previous Sand Rider Kings have tried countless methods, such as using projectiles to launch people with long ropes across the Rift, using magic missiles to target each other's fortifications, and even having women and children disguise themselves as refugees to cry for shelter. The Land of Icemarsh may not be as rich and contend-for-war as the Land of Midsummer, but it is also not fond of the cold-blooded and cunning Sand Knights, who have built a military base of equal length on the edge of the Icefield Rift, and sent the best scouts and scouts to serve as guards, including magicians with powerful magic. The Sand Rider King tried to infiltrate from within, but for some reason it never worked, and the missions that had traveled across the ocean to bypass most of the world to repair never returned.

Historically, the Land of Sand Riders has never been able to cross the Ice Rift by a single step.

That's the curse of blood, and of course it has to be broken with blood. Solanda staked everything she had on this conclusion. Success means living harder, suffering and breathing until the last breath is exhausted; It is said that if the cliff is high enough, the person who jumps off the cliff and dies will not even feel the pain when he lands, and I don't know what Vanessa felt the moment she was pushed off the tower.

Even though it was so easy to die and so hard to live, the princess would rather live. Solanda took every step carefully, and the sound of water flowing in her ears kept coming, it was the sound of Achilla taking blood from the rubble urn to make a bridge, the cruel voice. She didn't dare to look, she didn't dare to ask how far it was, the distance between life and death was enough for the soul struggling in it to collapse

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