Chapter 387:

'Boom!! ’

The furious hand of the storm directly flattened the pine forest.

It was like a strong snowstorm out of thin air, and the snow crackled and splashed everywhere like stones.

The earth trembled slightly under the blow, and the snow on the top of the pine trees suddenly fell down.

With a cold face, Freya casually threw away the wolf's head in her hand and stood there quietly.

This was the strongest blow from her third-level peak, and she didn't think of keeping her hand at all for the white wolf who had turned into a human wolf.

The dense blizzard dispersed, and in front of Freya was a deep, huge palm print.

In the palm of his hand, it was a white wolf lying on the ground with an unusually embarrassed body.

His snow-white animal skin was already in tatters, and some of the exposed spots were not splattered with blood, but dripping to the ground and dyed red.

The palm of his hand was deeply embedded in the snow, and the white wolf's blue eyes showed a dead staring at Freya with a calm face.

At that moment just now, he could clearly feel that the witch in front of him really wanted to kill him completely.

That kind of red luoluoluo's killing intent, even now, caresses his throat like a blade.

"You guy"

His original cyan eyes faintly turned a faint burgundy red, and a strange aura slowly brewed in his body.

"Give me death!!"

Suddenly, his form disappeared in place.

A long white scar suddenly rushed towards Freya.

Behind the long scar, a white wave splashed, like a cold long knife that extended infinitely.

The fierce cold wind caused Freya's long hair to roll behind her back. She narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Is this what makes the old family special? If that's all there is to it, then you're going to die! ”

'Bang!! ’

The scar slammed into Freya's body and exploded.

A white air current, visible to the naked eye, spread rapidly, and a white wolf's head could be faintly seen in the gloomy sky letting out a silent roar towards the earth.

However, this vision only appeared for a minute, and then it seemed to be torn apart, and slowly disappeared in two.

Released in the midst of a raging blizzard, Freya's long green hair fluttered in all directions.

Her green eyes looked ahead without any emotion.

In her hands, the head of the white wolf was deeply grasped by her, and its body hung weakly on the ground, only a slight gasp to prove that it was not dead.

The white wolf's skull was covered in blood. The skull of Bai Sensen can be faintly seen inside.

Freya shook her hand casually.

'Smack! ’

The white wolf's body slammed into the ground. Face down.

'Hiss'

With a subtle voice, Freya's long green hair slowly turned blonde, and her eyes returned to blue.

Without looking at the motionless white wolf on the ground, she raised her head slightly. The gaze seems to look through the deep pine forest and the gloomy sky. Looking somewhere from afar.

There was a pause. Then he turned around and walked towards where he came.

Not long after Freya left, a young man in white armor slowly approached the white wolf.

His face was grim, and he was actually three points similar to the white wolf. However, one eye is covered with a black cloth.

The man stared coldly with his only eye in the direction Freya had left.

After a long time, he bent down and grabbed the body of the white wolf and put it on his shoulder, and turned to leave, and disappeared into the pine forest after a while......

Ten minutes later.

With two silver carriages at a standstill, Freya's figure stepped out of the pine forest.

With a calm face, he jumped into the carriage in front of him.

The comfortable temperature in the car soothed the killing intent in her heart a little.

However, even without the faint aura in the distance, it is unlikely that she will directly kill the white wolf.

After all, after all, he is also a member of the Crane family, and if he is killed directly, it will have a great impact on her future plans.

Moreover, that hint of aura just now is indeed a little weird.

"It's a bit like a bloodline wizard, but it's much purer, but it's a little worse than the ancient inheritance."

But even if it wasn't like the ancient inheritance, Freya could still clearly feel the strength of the wizard behind that aura.

Maybe you can force her to use the first form.

"If you speculate according to the level, the owner of the breath may be a wizard of the dawn level."

Suddenly, Freya found that even in the face of the powerful Wizard of Dawn, she had no fear in her heart, as if it was normal.

"This feeling," she said, looking down at her white hands, her eyes revealing a hint of understanding. "Originally, had I grown to this extent?"

The first form has been condensed so far, and Freya has not made a full attack.

And except for the special weapon that the Blood Eagle Leader researched brought her a hint of threat, even the first son of the Seventh Abyss Lord did not make her feel any sense of danger.

Before she knew it, Freya realized that she seemed to be standing in an extremely high position.

Exhaling softly, Freya looked at her with a hint of emotion, to this extent, she had already thrown most wizards away.

However, even so, there was still a faint sense of crisis in her heart, which was an inexplicable feeling that seemed to implicate the King Snake inheritance.

These ancient behemoths, which can be said to be the outward embodiment of the rules of the world, are extremely mysterious in themselves.

"Maybe we can find out the truth of that war," Freya frowned slightly.

Those scattered memories left in the king snake, the deepest memories engraved in the inheritance.

The sky tore open black openings one after another, and the world was filled with a strange aura, countless purple-black huge creatures.

These fragments were deeply unusual to Freya.

Quietly thinking about all the possibilities, unconsciously. In the wooden house, several barbarian wizards dressed in animal skins walked out of the house.

Each of these wizards had more or less shallow scars on their bodies, and the strong smell of blood filled them.

Dressed in a black robe and wearing black silk gloves, Ciri slowly walked out of the cabin.

A faint black airflow lingered around her, exuding an icy chill.

Two crossed black swallows flew quickly above her head, like two black ribbons.

After a pause, Ciri turned to the barbarian wizards and gave a few commands, then walked straight to the carriage.

However, as soon as she reached the carriage, she suddenly turned her head to look at the pine forest not far away, and a sense of doubt came over her.

"There's something that has fought around here. Snow beasts? ”

The residual energy breath in the air was also mixed with a faint smell of blood. It doesn't seem to be far from here.

After thinking about it, she opened the car door.

'Wow-'

Freya, who was lost in thought, raised her head slightly, and glanced at the dark red blood stain left on Ciri's body.

"Done? Is it going well? ”

"It's okay." Nodding slightly, Ciri glanced behind him. "Did you find anyone fighting nearby in the car?"

"Yes?" Freya looked out in confusion. "I went around in a circle. I've been thinking about things in the car. I didn't find anything out of the ordinary. ”

"Yes," he said, hearing Freya. Ciri pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "Forget it, it's done anyway. Even if there is a fight, it doesn't have much to do with us, so let's go to the clan now. ”

"Okay."

Freya nodded, watched Ciri enter the car, closed her eyes slightly and began to recover the mental power she had consumed before.

After Ciri entered, the carriage slowly moved in the set direction.

For this kind of small wizard organization, with her third-level strength company and the other barbarian wizards, if it weren't for foreign help, it would basically be easy to solve.

Moreover, the order of the Illusory City is much worse than that of the Sky City, and even if this kind of small organization is built or destroyed every moment, it will not affect the stability of the Illusory City at all.

The carriage was speeding down the black road, and had no intention of returning to the small town manor.

After merging into an avenue, it has been moving at a rapid pace.

Wheels and galloping horses' hooves rolled up large clouds of snow and mud and splashed them on both sides of the avenue.

As time passed, the snow fell again from the dark sky, and the crazy cold wind mixed with the goose-feathered snow made a 'crackling' sound on the carriage.

The sky gradually darkened in the blizzard.

Two bright yellow lights lit up in front of the carriage, illuminating the darkening road.

Freya, who was sitting by the window, noticed that the other silver carriage that had been following her had disappeared, and seemed to have separated not long ago and headed in another direction.

The icy cold wind outside the carriage and the warmth inside the carriage formed two extremes, and in front of the carriage, two white horses kept running, as if they were tired.

The white mane ripples with the wind and snow, and the strong body is steaming with a trace of white heat.

With the help of two lights stretching out in front of the carriage, Freya saw that the avenue seemed to be driving into a mountain range.

All around, there are endless black shadows of the mountains, and occasionally you can see a faint white light tower flashing in the top of the mountain, as if to transmit some signal.

Freya glanced at Ciri, who was still meditating with her eyes closed, this guy seemed to have thought of something before acting, so he hurried desperately.

Even the night is not spared.

Perhaps sensing Freya's gaze, Ciri's eyelids moved, and she slowly opened her eyes.

She looked at the endless dark shadows of the snow-capped mountains outside the car window and said calmly.

"We're almost in the northern snowfields now, and we'll be there in the family in a day."

"Hmm." Freya nodded knowingly, then she snapped the window and smiled.

"By the way, you haven't introduced your family to me for so long, I haven't been in contact with the ancient family so far, and I'm very curious about how it is different from ordinary wizarding organizations."

"Huh? Don't you have an ancient family on the side of the Blood Eagle Territory that has been passed down to this day? Ciri looked at Freya suspiciously, but then she thought that the Blood Eagle Leader was a wizarding organization that had only risen in the last ten years, and there didn't seem to be any decent families around.

"I'm sorry, but I'll introduce you a little bit in that case." She paused, then continued. "In fact, these families that have been passed down from ancient times to the present, in addition to their inheritance and bloodline, are not much different from some large wizards, and they may be divided into many factions."

"Oh? Faction? Is it a college-like distinction? Hearing Ciri's introduction, Freya looked curious.

"Well, almost, but more rigorous than that." As if thinking of something, she added a sentence at the end. "And it's even worse in nature"

“”

Freya was silent, thinking of Ciri's curse and the wizard known as the White Wolf, and it seemed that the Crane family itself was a little more complicated than she thought.

According to her speculation, the reason why Crane is accustomed to wandering around various ancient ruins may also be because he does not like internal competition.

"Our family is actually better than some other chaotic families, there are only three divisions, divided into Snow Fox Fortress, Silver Crown, and the Tower of Ashes, and the one represented by the Lord is the Tower of Ashes, located in the southern region of the northern snowfield"

Quietly listening to Ciri's introduction, Freya also roughly understood the general layout of the Crane family.

Although the three families belong to the same family, the competition between the three families has always been fierce because of the concepts that have been passed down from ancient times to the present.

In order to better promote this good competition, almost every ten years, the three most powerful young members of the family will be selected to win some very rich prizes.

This kind of prize Ciri did not elaborate, but she could also see how precious it was from some side information.

After all, Crane had accidentally revealed that his family had a vast heritage of a fountain of life.

However, although this kind of healthy competition only involves the younger generation, it does not prevent the contradictions between the three families.

It's just that because of the clan rules, there has been no major bloodshed.

And even if there were some fighting, there would be no human life, but this was not true in Freya's eyes.

Once, when she was in Byron's baronial library, she read about all kinds of dark histories, all kinds of gore, and unexpected cruelty among some nobles.

Even the horrific example of a kindred blood who killed each other with their own hands for some reason.

In this respect, perhaps even more inhumane than the uncivilized savage race.

And Craant's three major divisions may not be on the surface, but secretly no one knows.

The night was spent in simple conversations.

The next morning, the bright sun dispelled the clouds in the sky.

The heavy snow that had been falling gradually stopped.

The two white horses, which had been running all night, had finally rested a little, and even though their bodies had been modified by witchcraft, they still couldn't withstand the continuous running.

'Wow-'

Opening the door, Freya jumped out of the carriage and found that their location was surrounded by mountains.

In the distance, on the top of one of the highest peaks, a faint black smoke came faintly, and the smell of sulfur came from there. (To be continued......)