【Freljord Outer Wasteland - Underground Passage】

The tunnels were getting deeper and deeper, and the air seemed to be getting hot and stuffy, and it was strange to think that they were under frozen ground. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ice blood? What the hell is that. After listening to Udil's introduction to Freljord, Jax became more and more confused about the term.

Almost all accounts of Freljord in the civilized world are descriptions of it as "a wild and cold land", and there does not seem to be any ancient civilization.

The so-called royal bloodline is even more fantastical. But Udir mentions the term more than once. It seems that in a sense, this is still some kind of capital to compete for hegemony in this land, which is really concerning.

"Ice bloodline, that's ......" mentioned its meaning, Udir muttered slightly, although he has lived in this land of ice and snow for a long time, but about the ice bloodline, he only heard the singers from other tribes mention it, but that was what he heard with other children when he was very young...... And those old stories and myths and legends are mixed together, and the truth is even more obscure. "It's God...... It is the blood of God. ”

"Gods?" Jax felt that this explanation was just a dream.

"That's the god of Freljord, who created this land of ice and snow, and the barrier that separates it from the rest of Valoran." Udir recalled those ancient chants, the sound of chants floating over the tribe and the accompaniment of the guqin seemed to come back to his ears again, and Udir seized on these fleeting memories and hurried to recount them. "He poured the energy of ice into the three oracles, who are the oldest of the ice bloodlines."

"Tsk, it's old-fashioned, the god of ice and snow created Freljord, and then gave power to his servants to rule the land."

Is that so?

These stories have been passed down from mouth to word, and the singers of the Frost Ascetic tribe have sung the ancient legend of the Ice Bloodline, and no one has ever delved into whether a god has ever appeared and bestowed upon his servants great magic and power, for what reason? But everyone seems to be convinced of this.

No......

That's not true.

A voice rang out from the bottom of his heart, knocking on his head.

"But," Jax said suddenly, and the mess in Udir's mind seemed to be combed in one direction or another. "What about the god of beast spirits?"

How about the god of beast spirits?

"I've always been curious about one thing," Jax continued to himself, "there are no apes, tigers, tortoises in Freljord, so why would a tribe that believes in beasts appear in Freljord?" Do you believe in the penguin god? Even that creature itself is a mythical being, and even if their god exists, if his creator has never seen it, how can he talk about religious faith?"

The content of his beliefs was so doubted that Udir couldn't help but slap out: "The god of beasts is not false, and it is true that it came from Freeljord!" It's just ......" His head suddenly ached, and the shadow of the magic lamp disappeared in front of him, and his vision suddenly opened up, as if he was flying above the sky, and below him was an endless forest, and the wind caressed it, stirring up a green wave.

He heard the chirping of birds, the apes calling friends, singing loudly, the brute bears running, and the tigers pounced on the sika deer drinking by the river. However, everything was frozen in an instant.

Ice-blue magic energy emanated from a distant place in the northwest, and the icy color soon covered the sky, and the beasts froze to death, the rivers froze, and there was no water available, and the hibernating bears were slowly killed in the bone-chilling cold.

Then the wind and snow that seemed to never stop gradually buried everything.

"It's ......," Udil felt his tongue run dry.

"It's an ancient beast ......," Jax gasped.

The scene in front of him quickly dissipated, and Udir realized that what he saw was actually an illusion that he had produced out of nowhere, and this illusion was born suddenly, but his subconscious did not resist the invasion of this illusion in the slightest.

There was no time to wonder about this, he saw the skeletons that Jax had spoken, and the fellow warrior monk in a heavy burqa crouched beside the pile of rotting bones, flipping and examining, the magic lamp reflected on the dry bones, reflecting a faint phosphorescent light.

"Yes...... The skeleton of an ape. "Udir examined the bones and came to this conclusion." Maybe these are the ancient beasts that have frozen to death in the cave......" Udir guessed, thinking about the sudden vision.

So the visions he had just seen were the memories they had left in this world? This can barely make sense of the illusion that appeared for no reason.

"It's been too long, if it weren't for the fact that this place is still closed, I'm afraid it would have turned into powder." Jax said, his fingers wrapped around the cloth tape pulling a skull out of the dust and sand, dragging it in his palm to examine it carefully. Udir was about to stop him from touching the ancient beast corpses when he suddenly realized what Jax was looking at.

"But who killed them?"

He was right, and Udil immediately noticed the problem with the skull in his hand. The bones were piled up there and dusty so much that he didn't notice them, and Udir regarded them as his own kind, and he didn't want to see much of the miserable situation. Now, under Jax's reminder, many problems with these skeletons have been discovered.

The huge dent at the top of the skull was evident, presumably shattered by the hard impact. The owner of the skull must have been brutally killed by a great brute force, while others were not, with several skeletons blackened with rods that seemed to have died of poison, while others left only a hole in the sternum, and spiral streaks spread out from the periphery.

The holes are all located in roughly the same place, on the left side of the chest. Finally he found an arrow in the pile of bones, the wooden shaft of which had long since rotted out of shape, and looked like it had been broken and had been discarded here without taking it with him.

"It seems that there were three attackers, a mighty warrior, a poison-bladed assassin, and an eagle-eyed marksman, perhaps an expedition from somewhere." Jax stroked the bone holes through the thick bandage, then he patted the dust on them, lifted the magic lamp placed between the broken bones, and was about to leave in a nearby place, but suddenly stopped, as if he had found something strange in this dark crypt.

With a wave of his palm, he threw out a handful of crystal dust from his cuffs, and they escaped aimlessly in this space, flying in mid-air, and soon as if they had found an attachment, they clinged to a wall, and the light that was originally only extremely faint emitted a dazzling magic light on the surface of the wall.

The light emanating from the walls slowly outlined a magical symbol.

The originally clear and transparent magic light was dyed cold blue little by little, and in this darkness, it continued to emit an icy blue brilliance, like a piece of solid ice that was slowly emerging from the cold air.

But then, in the pure ice blue, an unsettling black glow gradually surged out.

When Jax saw this, the brass lamppost that was a weapon slipped out with a shake of the sleeve of his robe, and told him to hold it in his hand, flip it in his palm, and stand on the ground at a vertical angle, and the lampshade without a wick instantly lit up.

The barrier quickly opened up with this as the center, and the magic symbol on the wall that had just been revealed seemed to be suppressed by this power, and gradually stopped moving.

When the light settled, Jax reached for the ancient symbol, his tightly wrapped palm sinking into the light.