Shake, shake without stopping!

At the last moment when he was swallowed by the avalanche, and it was also the last moment when Loren's consciousness completely fell into darkness, the cold and piercing numbness was simply not real!

I actually... Fooled?

No, no, no... If it's not so, how can it be so?!

The brain, which gradually became numb and stiff, quickly completed the process of thinking in the darkness, recalling the last scene that happened before the avalanche:

At Conord's instigation, the knight of Farnesis' bodyguard was originally going to end Brandon and his dragon with an avalanche, but his sudden appearance caused him to change his plans and choose to die with him instead.

He still clearly remembers how desperately he struggled in the face of that invincible force, completely lost his plan, the cold darkness instantly engulfed the whole world, the senses of sight, hearing and touch were deprived little by little, and the trembling eyes gradually lost focus.

Memories began to appear confused, more and more fragments and even memories of previous lives kept pouring into my mind, and then disappeared in an instant, and even extremely real hallucinations appeared in my mind.

The heart beat wildly against the chest, and the trembling sound was still so clear even though it was no longer audible!

Struggle, struggle, struggle...... All in vain.

No matter how powerful the spell, no matter how powerful the weapon, no matter how perfect the plan and how many alternatives there are...... The moment when this irresistible force descends, it is just the last fight before dying.

At that moment, he felt... Be quiet.

The silence was incomparable, even the darkness around me was so clear, as if I had freed myself from the constraints of my body and stepped into another realm, and there was no longer the burden and trouble of the past, and the mind and body were completely one.

It was a completely different world, strangely like when Loren first built his spiritual temple, and everything around him was no longer substance, but... It's more like some kind of information-like existence.

Pain, pleasure, cup, chair, sky, earth...... All of these have become some kind of "symbolic" existence, as if you can conjure up a blue land, a plastic castle and a purple sky as long as you have such thoughts.

Curiosity drove Loren to stretch out his "hand" to touch the darkness in front of him;

But just as they were about to touch, the tremors began again.

The "earth" under his feet and the "sky" above his head began to tremble violently at the same time, cracking and collapsing, and all kinds of loud noises continued to be heard in his ears.

My consciousness is falling rapidly!

I don't know how much time has passed, but Loren only feels the "noisy" heart beating violently again.

In an instant, warm blood flowed into the limbs of the body, the pores of the whole body were dilated, and the consciousness returned to the body, and the cold and piercing touch once again entered his brain.

Loren scrambled to his feet, took a long, deep breath as hard as he could, his eyes widening from the blur of darkness.

The sweat oozing from the palms, the clothes soaked with ice and snow, the slightly convulsed and spasmodic limbs, and the undulating chest...... The touch of being alive has never been clearer and clearer than it is now.

The glare of the campfire allowed Loren to regain his sight a little, as if he had fallen into a cave somewhere.

"Dear Loren Turin, my best friend. A very familiar voice came:

"Welcome back. ”

A neat and tidy little dress, a pair of scarlet eyes as red as blood under the white gold-like silky hair, and a wicked smile on the corners of the bloodless mouth.

The black-haired wizard's gaze slowly focused, and Asriel was sitting across from the campfire out of nowhere, and the boy yawned lazily, but his eyes did not take his eyes off him for a moment.

"I know it's a waste of time, but I do remember very well that the task left to you was to protect Ain Rand at the Broken Mountain Fortress. ”

Loren squinted his eyes, and his newly recovered body made his voice somewhat hoarse: "When did you start stalking me, and... Why didn't I find you?"

"Alas...... Is this the only attitude that dear Loren has towards the savior who saved his life? Asriel lay on his side with his right hand on his head, smiling with a hint of playfulness:

"How about at least trying to say 'Thank you, dear Asreel'?"

Loren raised an eyebrow in dismay—he had intended to shrug his shoulders, but his current physical condition did not allow him to do so.

“...... I can't help it, who made Asriel Loren's best friend. ”

After only holding on for less than a minute, the boy gave up completely, spread his hands and sighed childishly, "That's right, I didn't follow your request, and the reason is very simple - your lovely companion Ain Rand is absolutely safe in the Broken Mountain Fortress, at least much safer than you." ”

"And there's that impostor lady who is proficient in deception, deception, inducement, and all kinds of bloody and cruel savagery, who can smile like a spring breeze when she kills, and who is ready to betray anyone at any time, is really safe with her all the time, dear Loren?"

...... I only feel the deep resentment in your heart.

"What's more, if it weren't for poor Asrael...... the boy curled the corners of his mouth little by little:

"Dear Loren, no offense intended... But half a day ago, you should have been dead. ”

"And maybe it's more dangerous than death. ”

The dark-haired wizard was expressionless, his eyes fixed on the sarcastic smile on Asriel's lips:

"What do you mean?"

"Dear Loren, don't forget that you are different from others - normal wizards encounter this situation, at most physical destruction, consciousness gradually dissipates in the spiritual hall, at most some indelible obsessions flow into the chaos of the void, but you are different, your matter and spirit are completely integrated.

Not to mention that you have gradually mastered the Valve, which means that if you are killed, your spirit will forcibly take you into a 'meditative' state and enter the Void through the Valve!

You'll become... Similar to ours, but much weaker, and if poor Asrael hadn't dragged you back at the last minute, I'm afraid you'd have been discovered by some ill-intentioned creature, right?"

"You know what... I've always had this speculation. The frail-faced Loren chuckled:

"Maybe I was dead at the Wild Dog Village Temple, and then I was discovered by some 'ill-intentioned' guy. ”

A moment of silence......

Asrael, who was stunned for a second, licked his lips and showed the same smile as always: "Dear Loren, how can you doubt poor Asrael?"

Loren sneered:

"What a strange thing you say, I have never believed you, how can I be suspicious?"

“......”

"Don't get me wrong, just kidding. Loren smiled reluctantly:

"But 'Dear Asrael' you still haven't answered my question, why haven't I noticed you?"

"Can't you let me have a little secret?" the young man's delicate face showed a little grievance, and his scarlet eyes looked at the black-haired wizard with extremely clear eyes:

"What is it going to take to make Loren forget about it?"

"Oh...... Then you have to show enough sincerity, and it is a lot of sincerity. The corners of Loren's mouth hooked up a sneer:

"Even if... How about the level of a favor owed to me - don't forget the last time I owed you a favor, but I defeated a vampire for you at the risk of death!"

"But I just saved your life!" The young man was even more aggrieved: "Don't you even have a word of thanks?!"

"We are friends, and we should protect each other. The black-haired wizard smiled rightly, "And deliberate deception and unfavors are another matter. ”

“...... You're getting better at extortion, dear Loren. ”

"Each other, those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black. ”

"I don't know...... How's that sincerity?"

The young man got up slowly, and the smile on his bloodless face was extremely sly, and with a snap of his fingers, he let go of the rock wall of the cave behind him.

On the cold rock, there is a line of inscription, carved in the ancient Sakran language, which can be traced back at least to the time when the empire was just being established and the third generation had not yet arrived:

"In the name of my Lord, I will go to the land of hell in the north to test my faith and seek true miracles;

The legendary dragon king city is at hand, may the light of the Holy Cross bless me;

Logan