【Prayer Dance Crystal Palace, Snow Prayer Dance Residence】

Snow Prayer Mavre paced the room, the bedroom as if it had never been touched, as if it had been sealed in ice for thousands of years. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The huge mural unfolded as she paced, and Lisandro followed behind Mafula's mentor, she had seen the huge mural from the time she had moved into the room, but the meaning of this ancient fresco was hard to guess, especially for a girl of Lisandro's age.

The mysterious Giant-Eyed Man appears on the mural, with sharp horns, three pairs of arms, a small halo on each wrist, it has no legs, it seems to be floating in mid-air, high up, as if looking down on all beings, and one of its hands gives a crystal to three women, one of whom is a magician in a traveler's coat, one is a warrior in animal skin, and the last is an archer.

The next depiction is the palace, the castle, which stands on the snowy plains.

The final scene is like hell, with people fighting on the snowy field, as if the sound of the fight could be heard through the silent mural, as if the laughter of death could be heard as the blade was disemboweled.

This is the largest room in the Crystal Hall of Prayer and Dance, which was once the center of the world, and the Snow Prayer Dance once lived here as the highest priest of the whole of Freljord, and was worshiped by various tribes. When Mafrau was a child, she grew up in the Crystal Hall of Prayer and Dance, and became acquainted with Ash and Tedamir, one who would now become Queen Freeljord, and the other the famous Barbarian King.

Later, however, faith faded, and Sejuani became the first rebel.

Sejuani does not believe in the Snow Prayer Dance, but only in her own power, and she relies on her prowess to rampage and become unstoppable, invalidating all so-called miracles and prophecies. She didn't need prophecy, she didn't need prayer, she just needed to tear apart all enemies in her way with the claws of winter—just as the name of the tribe she commanded.

As a result, tribes began to deviate from the guidance of the Snow Prayer Dance, and they could not wait to break free from the shackles of the gods and start a new era with their own hands.

Later, Snow no Dance left the south and went to the Frost Guard Fortress in the northeast to devote himself to penance, guarding the ancient riches and frozen soil alone. Now that she has returned to her hometown, the dormitory that was once reserved for the Most High of Freljord is still left to her as it is.

I don't know if she is really naïve enough to value the friendship between her childhood playmates, or is she too good at entrapping and taking advantage of people's hearts? Mafra couldn't help but think, her chest couldn't help but rise and fall, she coughed incessantly, and there was a pain from deep in her chest, and the cold made the pain in that body numb a lot.

It's almost fine, and soon it's going to be out of this pain.

Her fingers tapped lightly on the silver-white floor tiles, Lisandro had also learned about drawing magic circles, but she needed one material to do so, the powder that Polar Ice had ground up, the only medium through which ordinary people could use Freljord's ancient magic and powers, one of the first spells she had learned.

But now she didn't have time to ask, because the sight before her was so beautiful that the mysterious blue light lit up on the trail where the fingers of the Snow Prayer Dance passed, and she seemed to be painting, but the thing it was full of mystery, and it seemed to be an ancient spell array that had come through a long history.

Lisandro didn't recognize this magic array, she only knew a small part of the single-layer magic array, and this magic circle was inlaid layer by layer, like a blooming flower, more complicated than that, and the icy blue luster made it look extremely cold.

And when the Snow Prayer Dance Mafra drew the magic array, she also whispered with such a fascinated look: "Let this spell mark reincarnation and rebirth, Snow Prayer Dance, the ancient priest of this land will continue her mission, and the world will remember that name again, Lisandro." The people of Freljord are arrogant, cold, and ruthless, trying to enslave this ancient polar ice as their weapon, and they use their stolen wisdom to blindly build their own kingdom, and soon, they will be destroyed by what they are trying to control. ”

Her voice grew colder and colder, with some kind of long-standing hatred, and the magic array took shape as her words fell, emitting bursts of faint blue light, like an ice crystal carved with an ancient pattern embedded in the earth's surface, flowing with liquid cold blue energy.

"It's done." Mafra said that she was coughing incessantly, and that it was completely different from the miraculous state of the chanting just now, and that her illness was getting worse and worse. Lisandro did not know why she had this disease, it is said that Princess Mafra was only in her twenties, but her body was very weak, but as if she also had foresight, she was trained to succeed her early.

It was as if she had foreseen her own end.

"Mafula-sama......"

"Let's go to the magic circle." She said, covering her mouth with her hands, "I don't care." ”

"But Mafula-sama, you ......"

"Hurry up." She commanded, and couldn't help coughing again, her body was cold, and her lips were white, I don't know if it was because she had completed this magic array. "Hurry up to the magic array. You will become me, the dance of the snow...... Hurry up, don't grind! "She was a little emotionally unstable.

Lisandro's eyes were even a little moist, could it be that her body really couldn't support it anymore? I want to give her power at the end of my life.

She walked into the magic circle, and the water in her eyes was light. But soon she was no longer so moved, stinging, snaking up her legs, like a cold snake tearing at her body inch by inch with its fangs. Lisandro looked down, and sure enough, ice snakes emerged from the magic circle, and they followed the outline of her body upwards, and the scales of the snakes seemed to have sharp thorns.

"Mafula-sama...... This is...... What's going on......" She cried out weakly, the extreme ice energy became more and more abundant, wrapping around her body, and the cold air seemed to turn into a coffin, freezing her body little by little, like a human-shaped ice and snow sculpture.

"You're going to be me." Mafra muttered close to her, her palms cupped her cheeks, her hands were so cold that they were no different from the extreme ice on her body.

Mafra caressed her eyes, cold fingers suddenly passing through the hot tears and ...... Blood, Lisandro's beautiful eyes fell to the ground, and the blood dragged out bloody tears that slipped down her delicate cheeks.

"No!" She shouted in despair and in vain.

"This thing is useless, it might as well be taken now." Mafra continued to speak gently.

The world died out in silent darkness before her eyes. She felt an icy breath penetrate into her body, and the feeling was irresistible, and with it came a surging sense of power, which flowed through her veins to her limbs.

But then, everything was gone, the power in the body, everything was gone, like water sinking into the drain hole of a bathtub. She felt that her body was extremely cold, there was no temperature at all, and the blood seemed to be stagnant, and she fell to the ground, and couldn't help but let out a violent cough.

Coughing sound......

Such a familiar sound.

"I ......" her throat struggled to pronounce, and the terrible facts confirmed her suspicions. Until now, she had believed it was a somewhat special inheritance ritual, but now, she knew everything.

The sound that came out of her mouth was the sound of Mauffle.

She heard the sound of ice cracking in front of her, she couldn't see anything, her sense of hearing became more sensitive, and she threw herself out of control. "Mafula-sama...... No...... I...... Don't ......"

Lisandro heard her own voice, which sounded gracefully and coldly, "Thank you, Mauffle Mentor. I'll give Frost Guardian a new future. ”

She took her body! Now she has borrowed the corpse to resurrect her soul and become the new Snow Prayer Dance Lisandro, and she is only this abandoned sick and weak body.

She felt that it was extremely difficult to breathe, as if there was ice stuck in her throat, she couldn't breathe, her whole body was cold and stiff, and she couldn't even bend her fingers even the simplest.

She heard a knock on the door, and the Snow Prayer Dance who had taken her body sneered, in front of her, she was just a pawn who was dying.

She heard the door open and Princess Ash's warm voice outside, and she tried to cry out for help, but it turned into a violent cough.

"Lady Yuki's prayer dance has been in poor health lately, so I can't see you for the time being." She heard her own voice speak that sleek, worldly language.

"This is tea from the southern suburbs of Rickstead, drinking some hot tea is good for her body."

"Then I'll thank you for your kindness on behalf of Yukinomai-sama. I didn't expect to bother the princess to make tea and send it by yourself. ”

"Mavle and I have been good friends since childhood, so it's no surprise that something like this happened. Hopefully her body will get better soon. ”

"Thank you."

The door closes, and the new Snow Prayer Dance carries a beautiful ice crystal tea set, and the tea leaves are stretched out in the hot water, exuding a warm warmth and the fragrance of water vapor.

"She's really a good sister since childhood." Snow Prayer Dance smiled softly, poured tea into the cup, and poured white fine powder into the teacup and gently shook and melted. "I wonder how she will get rid of her kindness if poison is found in this particular hot tea? Ha, haha. ”

Lisandro's body couldn't move, she curled up on the ground, coughing incessantly, her body seemed to be made of ice, like the most precious polar ice of the Freljords, it would not melt, it was not a life that could fly, it looked exquisite, and it was full of blue energy, but it was completely dead.

"No......" she said in a broken voice, coughing so violently that she couldn't even speak, "you...... Who...... For...... For ......"

Snow Prayer Dance held the teacup that had melted the poison in front of her hands with both hands, and looked very reverent, "Drink, Princess Ash's kindness, my Mafula...... My lord. The hot air with the scent of tea hit her cheeks, as if her cold skin was about to melt.

"Because I'm the Ice Witch, can I understand death? My Mafula teacher. She whispered as she poured deadly hot tea into her mouth. The war is about to begin. ”