【Freljord・Glacier Guardian Fortress】

They walked on an ancient bridge that seemed to be made of some kind of dark metal with ancient runes carved into it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The cold wind was howling, and on both sides were unfathomable abysses, and there was an unsettling aura surging in the deep darkness, but when you probed into it, it seemed like an empty void.

Jax stared at the terrible abyss, wondering what kind of force could have created such a miraculous scene. An ice-blue mist slowly rose from the abyss, curling around the ice bridge.

His vision began to be blocked, like layers of light blue curtains, and he couldn't see anyone else, like a labyrinth of silk, and he lifted the thick fog and called out the names of Udir and Lisandro, but no one answered him.

The brass lamppost glowed brightly under his magical power, but the viscous ice mist quickly attached to the lampshade, crushing the sudden magic light.

Still can't break through the fog?

His feet suddenly stepped into the air, his body lost his balance and fell down, the ice fog dissipated in an instant, Jax clung to the edge of the ancient bridge, and the dark abyss was suspended at his feet in mid-air.

He heard it, it was the voice of the call—pain, torment, waiting, as soon as they could leave the deep dungeon, they ...... Maybe they will pay back this pain a hundredfold!

A layer of fine ice condensed on the surface of the metal, slowly climbing up to the edge at a speed visible to the naked eye, the friction of the grip became less and less, and his body began to fall, and even the warrior monk physique of Ionia in the east, who had practiced for many years, gasped for breath from such efforts.

Brass lampposts fell from the bridge with broken ice, followed by the cloaked body of the warrior monk.

He quickly reached the bottom of the abyss, no, but he seemed to feel like he had fallen for an extremely long time—the flow of time seemed to be less clear, and he got up and found himself in a dark ice field, with imprisoned things beside him, with sheep-like horns and six arms, and a cold breath flowing through their bodies, like blue veins.

Jax could see everything clearly, because the bodies of these imprisoned things seemed to be transparent polar ice, and they looked like sculptures of polar ice, they had no facial features, no head and face, and some were just one eye of the center of gravity of the body, all staring at him deadly.

"We are watchers, imprisoned for thousands of years, and Polar Ice is our creation! Freljord is an empire forged by us! ”

They spoke without mouths, and the deep and distorted sounds resonated strangely with each other, deafening, as if accompanied by a powerful spiritual force rushing straight to the head, Jax clutched his aching head and ears, but this could not stop the mouthless sound at all.

The sound came and went, echoing in the abyss, it seemed that it would never stop, Jax's mental power was as tight as a string, like a frightened bird under this violent impact, his mental power kept churning, he couldn't control the chaotic qi, and it was scurrying around in his body.

Jax's body twisted and fell to the ground, the cry of pain suddenly stopped, and the terrible voice still seemed to echo in his head, but the mental pain caused by the torture did diminish little by little, and he heard a woman's voice floating in the air, the voice was familiar but empty.

"I see."

Jax looked up, but he didn't expect to see anything, after all, he was at the bottom of the abyss, thousands of feet away from the ancient bridge and the surrounding surface glaciers. But he did see the woman at the top of the bridge looking down, and the Frost Golems around her, claiming to be watchers, were looking in her direction.

She was Lisandro, and the ice silk eyes painted on her blindfolded plain white blindfold were like the golems beside him.

"I'll get you out."

Jax couldn't help but shudder, because she added the plural "we" after the word "you", and she said "you......

The cacophony of voices came from the golems' bodies again, and from their non-existent throats rushed out of fanaticism, ecstasy, hysteria!

Jax woke up.

The ...... just now Is it a dream? Or is it the power of the Pupil of Destiny?

Breathing heavily, his head ached, and his eyes widened from awakening to see the pattern on the ceiling.

It was an open monocular staring at him.

……

Jax paced the streets of the Glacier Guard City.

The city looked nothing like Ash's Rickstead, old and new, and the black stone buildings reminded Jax of the stone bridge that ran across the abyss. They appear to have been made with the same materials and craftsmanship, and seem to have been baptized over the centuries.

The black rock buildings that form the outer walls and miraculously build on top of the ring of glaciers are an almost impossible miracle, even if they are done by magic, it is too incredible, because the miracles created by magic are often short-lived, and need to be infused with magic to maintain that power.

These buildings look very different from the newly built town, both in terms of craftsmanship and materials, but only the walls of the city and the fortress itself are cast from this ancient material, as if these black buildings are completely different from the new town, and they complement each other in this old city.

The Frost Guardian Tribe has guarded this fortress since ancient times, so why is there such a clear fault in the construction process? He remembered the absurd dream—could it be that these blackstone buildings were not made by them, but the work of those strange golems in the abyss?

He walked the streets, everyone who saw him greeted him politely, and the city looked especially friendly.

Behind him was the Frost Guard in a robe with a giant eye, a ceremonial robe that was extraordinarily richly decorated, and the ice threads seemed to exude a curling chill. Maybe that's why the residents of this area think he's a "distinguished guest" and treat him politely?

These guards were arranged by Lisandro to protect him, and before staying at the fortress last night, Lisandro had properly arranged their own rooms for them, and ordered the elite guards to follow them at all times to keep them safe.

Jax didn't like this kind of "protection", he didn't need it, and it gave him a full sense of being watched, as evidenced by the fact that his room with Udir was arranged at a great distance. He refused, saying that such protection was unnecessary, but Lisandro insisted, citing that it was an extraordinary time for Freljord.

This statement is reasonable, and he has no reason to reject it. He is the Operations Specialist for this mission, and his job is to investigate the anomalous magical fluctuations in the city and Ice Dome.

He decided to spend the day wandering around and keeping the city's streets in mind, and as for the Blackstone Fortress, he could find time to "get lost" a little more during the dinner.

"Sorry, honored guest, you can't enter there." The guard said to him.

"Why?"

"It's the oldest altar in the city, and outsiders aren't allowed to visit it, I hope you understand." Answering routinely, there is no emotion at all.

"That's right."

After seemingly wandering around all day, a map of the entire city gradually took shape in his mind, but there were many hidden areas. He tried to talk to the guards, but to no avail, they seemed not interested in private matters at all, and did not want to reveal anything more, but explained with great enthusiasm about the places he was allowed to go.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the northland city ushered in the sunset, and clusters of cold blue magic lights lit up.

Jax was invited to a dinner with Lisandro, and in the long table in the fortress banquet hall, he and Udir sat at the other end of the table, like a proud queen. But her rhetoric was kind and welcoming.

Before leaving, Udir knocked the edge of the goblet twice with a fork.

Jax knew that Udil, although he was usually unkempt, knew the general situation, and he looked at Udil, just as the two of them met their eyes.

One o'clock in the morning, action!