Aske sheds his chain mail and is treated by Nola.

Mainly extensive burns, but also contusions and bruises from impact.

After a long lecture by Nola, Asker's deep wounds under his skin were finally healed and then heavily bandaged.

In Nola's words, the burned skin is still protected, and it is best to wait for it to grow on its own.

If the ability of Life I is rashly used to speed up healing, there is a certain probability that these epidermal cells will overgrow, resulting in bulges and folds.

Although Asker himself does not care, Nora says that this kind of disappearance is absolutely intolerable.

So Aske can only transform into the mysterious bandage man and continue to move forward amid the snickering of the girls.

The Spartan young guides were basically taken away by the Iron Cross. And the direction chosen by the Azure Sword this time was very different from that of the Iron Cross and the others.

Instead of continuing along the gentle mountain path, they found a steep path that led to the cliff above the people's heads.

This is where the snow monsters appeared and caused avalanches.

With years of experience in the game, Asker sensed a potential connection between the avalanche and the subsequent increase in snowfall.

The increase in snowfall is due to the anomalous influence of the Axe of the North Wind.

In other words, the avalanche itself is most likely related to the Axe of the North Wind.

For example, when the Axe of the North Wind is stuck on the top of a mountain, a snow monster kicks it in the past, causing an avalanche to begin at the bottom of the mountain.

Considering that the anomaly of the snow-covered mountains was caused by the Axe of the North Wind, this causal correlation is not impossible, but very likely.

The steep path at your feet is much more difficult to climb than the gentle mountain road, and in some places the steps are not even stones, but artificial depressions, covered with snow and icy, and slippery to death.

"Be careful, everyone!" Aske walked at the forefront, thrust his sword into the ice with the sword Eleanor had given him, and at the same time reached out and pulled the girls below up one by one, "If you fall, you will be half dead!" ”

"It doesn't matter, even if you fall, isn't there still a regiment commander who will rush down to save it." Sheila walked past him and said a quip.

"That's me!" Aske said angrily, "If you fall, I'll be half dead!" ”

Then there was a burst of cheerful laughter on the snowy mountains.

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After about an hour, the group finally climbed a natural platform along a rugged and steep path.

The platform is not large, and there is a concrete wreck along the mountain wall, which looks like a Spartan watchtower in the Second Age, but the top canopy is gone.

At the bottom of the tower sat an old troll, his face wrinkled almost with his eyes gone. It held a fleshy thigh bone in its hand, which it was holding in its mouth and biting with its old yellow teeth.

Behind it, next to the bottom of the tower, were stacked countless human corpses, skulls, and some undecomposed corpses, both mercenaries and Spartans.

Seeing the people in the Azure Sword, the elderly troll was also stunned, and the fastest reaction over there was Mi'er, and the sniper rifle was flat in his hand.

A gunshot rang out, and the bullet struck the troll's eyebrow, passing through its skull.

The troll's body fell to the ground, and Mi'er was a little surprised to see this, as if she didn't expect the elderly troll to be so fragile and get shot in the head after only one shot.

It's completely different from the young trolls who could withstand dozens of rifle bullets head-on.

"There it is!" Sheila pointed to a cold light at the top of the tower, "Asker, that's the Axe of the North Wind?" ”

Asker borrowed Mier's sniper rifle and looked through the eyepiece, "Yes." ”

He turned his head and asked, "Sidlifa?" ”

"I'm ready!" Sidlifa said confidently.

While waiting for Asker and Medea, Hidlifa finally digested most of Frost I and consumed Giant I on Hearthfire Island.

The Song of Angels is simply the strongest buff in the team, even with the bloodline potion "Giant" with a high probability of getting out of control, its mutation is forced to be suppressed by Nola.

When Asker arrived, Sidlifa's huge snowball ran around in order to digest the "Giant I" potion as quickly as possible.

"Okay." Aske said solemnly, "The next words, listen up." ”

"It's not that you're choosing weapons, it's choosing you."

"You will enter a fantasy world, you will forget the purpose of your trip for a while, and you will go with the flow in a daze."

"In order to pass its test, you must find yourself as soon as possible."

"The only right thing to do is to follow your own heart."

"Obey my heart, don't you?" Sidlifa laughed and patted her chest, "Okay, I get it all." ”

The girls sighed in the back.

"That's all." Asker nodded.

Sidlifa then walked over the corpse of the old troll and towards the ruined tower.

As soon as she entered the tower, she suddenly poked her head out again, and asked in confusion:

"Asker, what did you just say?"

The girls fell one after another.

Asker fell silent and cried out:

"Follow your own heart!"

"Okay, I remember!" Sidlifa beckoned, and turned away.

A heartless smile vanished from her face and was replaced by a solemn and cautious expression.

"My ...... Inside? She muttered to herself.

Sidlifa made his way up the steps.

Every time you take a step upward, the air temperature seems to drop by one degree.

However, she had taken "Frost I" after all, so there was nothing unusual about her discomfort except that she felt that the air she inhaled was getting colder and colder.

Then, an illusory voice came to my ears.

The sound seemed to act directly on the spirit, like a murmur, like a dream, and made her feel the urge to sleep.

Sidlifa gently pinched her left hand, the slight pain kept her awake, and her mind involuntarily became nervous.

Finally, she stepped the last step to the top of the tower in the open air.

The cold wind here was as bitter as a knife, and it was painful to scrape on her face, mixed with countless snow particles and hailstones, rolling up and down the tomahawk embedded in the wall.

The murmur in her ears had been replaced by a roar, so loud that she couldn't make out what it was calling, except for a buzzing sound like a buzz.

Sidlifa tried to walk forward, but found that she stumbled badly.

She didn't know if it was because of the thrust of the wind, or if the noise was affecting her brain's balance, or if she was mentally wrong.

She just walked forward aggressively and stubbornly, towards the tomahawk.

Despite the staggering steps, despite the shaky figure.

Even as vision and consciousness begin to blur.

She still braved the wind and snow, one step, two steps, three steps, four steps, and finally came to the tomahawk.

This is a classical-shaped tomahawk, and from the length of the handle, it is obvious that it can be held with one hand, and of course it is not impossible to hold it with both hands.

The handle of the axe was made of blue-gray steel (presumably steel) with a strange and peculiar pattern on it, somewhat like the ancient writing written on the ground by the village elders when she was younger.

What's that called...... Runivan?

Sidlifa looked at the battle axe in a trance, the blade of which was a strange dark blue, as if made of ice, and the color was as deep as the cold deep sea north of Svalbard.

It is said that even the bravest Vikings did not dare to gaze at the blue waters below the ship's side in the moonlight in the middle of the night.

It was a mysterious sea, and pirates even legend has it that in the middle of the night, when they looked down, they could see the palace of Egil, the god of the sea, which was full of all the treasures of the shipwreck. At a glance, humans can't help but jump into the sea and drown.

And the color of the axe was very similar to the color of the legendary sea, although Sidlifa had never been there.

The face of the axe is polished to an extremely smooth surface, with simple lines carved along the edge line, making it look like an ancient work of art.

The blade is extremely thin, a bit similar to the shape of the throwing axe commonly used by Norman pirates. Such a thin blade may be brittle, but Sidlifa believes that this blue ice cube must have an unbelievable hardness.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for the forger to carve the lines on this thin block of ice.

She trembled and stretched out her hands to grasp the hilt of the axe, which was surrounded by ancient words.

Then I lost consciousness in my mind.