The wind and snow in Freljord never seemed to stop. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Despite the leather tents and blankets to protect them from the wind and snow, the tribal children huddled together like a herd of snowy elk to keep warm, shivering, exhaling moisture that almost froze their mouths and noses.

When the storm passed, they had to mend their houses and traps again, and when the storm stopped, hungry bears and wolves would come out to feed.

The soul walker didn't speak, just walked silently in the cold wind, unfazed. The young man behind him followed, his cheeks didn't look too weathered, his heavy fur came from the icewolf, and the dazzling snowflakes flew wantonly, annoyingly hanging on his eyelashes.

He is Udir.

The people of the tribe know him, the child born under the blood-red moon, the child chosen by the soul walkers to carry on the shamanic tradition, to walk forever between the human and spirit worlds.

"Where are you going?" Young Udir asked.

In such a storm season, even the beasts of prey would rather endure hunger than come out to forage for food. And he chose to leave the village at this time, there must be a reason for him.

"The altar at the top of the mountain." He said, his thick lips closing one by one.

He was trekking through the snow, and no one could believe that he was an old man over 100 years old. Udil didn't believe it at first, but he did wait for almost half a century before waiting for him, Udil, the baby born in the Scarlet Moon.

The calendar seems to have changed, or, he is special.

The Beast Spirit Walker said so at the time.

Sensing the shaking of the junior, the old man continued to explain his doubts: "This storm is extraordinary. He spoke deeply, and his body suddenly trembled, and Udir knew that it was not due to the wind and snow outside, and he did not know how many times he had experienced such a snowstorm. Maybe not nature's storm. ”

The snow barely reached his waist, and he felt like his legs were completely unconscious, wading through the biting cold. The wind howled beside them, striking the insignificant two in the snowy field.

"Here we are." The Soul Walker stopped and said, there was already an abyss ahead.

He lowered his body and used the thick calluses to remove the layers of snow, and the fluffy layer of snow fell from the top of the cliff, slowly revealing the outline of the altar, which was nothing more than a high platform of rock, built on the edge of the cliff, but carved distinctly from the surrounding rocks. Strange lines are drawn on the stone slabs, and most of them are patterns of worship to the gods.

Beneath the cliffs, smoke rises from bonfires in the village.

Udir stood silently, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

The Soul Walker began to chant, only with a chant without words, to convey a profound meaning, an ancient ode that had drifted in the wind and snow, and had not been shaken by the slightest melody.

It was the beginning of the ancient song, a chant from the depths of the soul, and Udir listened quietly, and at the end of the incendiary song, his humming and the chant of the walker intersected.

The walker began to dance on the altar, the tall altar crumbling in the wind and snow, and he closed his eyes as he took every step of the ritual dance. Focus, must focus, the altar is so small, maybe one wrong step will fall into the abyss. And he closed his eyes, completely unable to see the abyss that appeared dangerously on the edge of his feet again and again. And he was barefoot, and the priest had to be barefoot, forever connected to the earth, and his withered skin still showed the hue of frostbite.

But he seemed to be isolated from the world.

His dancing suddenly became frantic and chaotic, like the world of wind and blizzard around him, and his chanting began to grow deep and low, so that young Udir did not dare to continue to respond.

For he heard the darkness in the chant, the deepest darkness, like the darkest corners of the human heart, and the chill that struck the heart like the howl of a ghost.

The initiation of the ancient ritual song is the singing of the beast spirit walker, but the chanting during the ritual dance is completely the answer given by the beast spirit with the help of the walker's mouth.

Restless, evil, dark, the contagion of this emotion is terrifying, as if a big hand is clutching Udir's heart.

As soon as the dance steps were taken, everything fell silent, leaving only the wail of the wind and snow.

The walker's eyes widened, and though tiny particles of snow kept piercing his pupils, he was too surprised to close them for a long time. A gasp came from his half-open mouth, and the vapor blew away the wind and snow in his face.

The answer emerged.

But he didn't seem to accept it.

"The beasts told me she ...... Returned, no, she never left...... Walk! He seemed to wake up suddenly, and raised his dark brown eyes, "Hurry up!" She needs you! She needs you to enslave the beast spirits! ”

The woman's laughter resounded in the frozen sky.

"Hahahaha! Too late! It seemed to be a woman in the ice, and the broken ice stretched all the way from her feet to form a crystal clear ice bridge.

The slender hand in the thin ice glove gracefully lifted, and an ice spike lunged at them.

"Let's go!" The old man's firm voice stood in front of Udil, who had never seen a soul master fight before, and he had always performed all sorts of ancient rituals, listening to the voices of beast spirits, or talking to the spirits of the dead, appeasing the prey that was about to be slaughtered......

This is the first time, the first time to see a battle belonging to the Beast Spirit Walker.

Flames rose up in his body, accompanied by a terrible phoenix roar, melting the witch's ice, and the flames shook in the fierce ice storm, burning with the power of his mind alone!

"Run! It's her coming! Ice Witch Lisandro! The elder shouted, and the flames on his body seemed to condense into a fire phoenix, rushing towards the dark and cold existence, and the air around the latter instantly condensed, as if it had turned on the defensive.

Udir ran desperately down the hill, he had never seen an elder with such fear. Lisandro, a name he had never heard in history or legends, had a chill rising in his heart.

He heard a high-pitched birdsong coming from the top of a high mountain, and suddenly a beat leaked in his heart, and the sound of blood dripping on the ground was clearly audible, as if it were dripping on his heart.

The Soul Walker is dead.

At that moment, he felt the mournful screams of the beast spirits, bathed in the wind and snow, without any rituals, begging for the favor of the beast spirits. Uninhibited energy was rushing within him, he was roaring, and the icy mountains trembled.

Then, there is the avalanche that engulfs the world.

……

He woke up from the darkness, his muscular chest hunched together, this was Presidium's field hospital, and the man was breathing rhythmically on the bed on the other side of the cubicle.

Although his blindfold covered most of his face, and his face was not easy to recognize, the beast never recognized people by his face, and his smell could not be more familiar.

The man who rescued him from the endless darkness, the young magician, who had been lost in the path of magic, came to Freljord to find the Soul Walker for guidance, but only to find him in the madness.

He took him to an ancient temple, according to ancient books, where Udil was guided to slowly find a way to reconcile, even though the beast spirit in his body was still growing more and more violent, because of the increasingly restless darkness of the world.

He remembered that before Li Qing left, he said that he would go to Ionia to find a way to be able but confused. Udir would pay off that favor, he didn't like to owe anyone anything.

It wasn't until he felt from the spirit world the impending darkness and evil of the quiet island of the far east that he knew the time of retribution had come.