Old Butos was like a wolf before the attack.

The wind swept through old Butos's silver sideburns, and the light of the flames flickered and danced on the side of old Butos's face.

In the icy blue moonlight and crimson flames, the goblin swooped down on old Butoth.

Old Butos calmly dodged backwards and returned fire with a blunt sword.

"This sword, let you taste the power of old Butos!"

The blade slashed into the bear's left shoulder.

The goblin roared, but the rage was not pain, just a rebuke to the rebels.

Old Butos raised his sword with all his might, dodging to his left.

The Goblin Bear didn't care about Old Butos's attacks at all, and Old Butos couldn't block the Heavy Claws of the Red Goblin head-on.

The old and old body eventually dragged down the old Butos's will to fight.

Old Butos gasped for a cloudy breath and stared at the wild goblin in front of him with his clear yellow eyes.

"If it had been twenty or thirty years ago, old Butos would have cut you down......"

Old Butos let out one last breath and stabbed the bear goblin in the chest with a trembling blunt sword.

But such a slow attack simply can't hurt the bear goblin. Goblin roared and slammed old Butoth's blunt sword into the air.

In the eyes of little Butoth, the bear goblin in the dark moonlight is a terrifying guy like never before......

Little Butos stared at the heavy claws that stood high in front of old Butos.

The icy night wind blew swiftly, and little Butos shed tears like hedrons. Tears slid down little Butos's face and down to little Butos's short jaw.

But the tears did not fall.

Old Butos looked at the raised claws, his tired body could no longer allow him to successfully dodge again.

Old Butos reluctantly roared at the goblin bear.

And at the moment when the roar trembled, everything around Old Butos turned into frost and ice.

Little Butos's tears also congealed on his face.

Old Butos looked at the instantly frozen goblin in front of him in shock, and stretched out his old fingers. When old Butos came into contact with this ancient chill that had been stirring for thousands of years, old Butos trembled.

"Witchcraft, an ancient ...... of witchcraft from the Far North"

Old Butos's lips were incomparably pale......

"Shaman, voodoo shaman ...... nearby"

Old Butos turned sharply, and he saw little Butos and the donkey cart, which were also frozen in ice.

"Oh my!

Old Butos pounced on little Butos, and the anxiety and horror spread across Old Butos's face like night devouring dusk.

Old Butos tried to use his body to melt the ice on little Butos, but the eternal chill forced Old Butos's body away.

"No one can unravel this......" Old Butos' brows like frost and snow condensed into a ridge.

"But except for ......" There was hope in old Butos's heart, but that hope was not like the scorching heat of the sun, but like the cold moonlight, it appeared and disappeared from time to time.

But old Butos had no chance to hesitate, and when the dawn fell and the sun shone on the earth, little Butos, the donkey cart, and the goblin would disappear like shattered ice melting into the heat.

Old Butos took the old steps and ran towards the stream of Salikusili, towards the place where he and little Butos had stopped during the day......

Old Butos fell to his knees by the stream, sweat and panting made old Butos's body even more exhausted.

Old Butos swallowed.

Perhaps, he will never be able to come here again.

But in the eyes of old Butos, the life of old Butos is like a dim and falling spark, and little Butos ...... He was still a fledgling child, he had not yet set foot in the Maple Creek Gorge, he had never seen the fire of the rebirth of the immortal bird, and everything in this world, beautiful and beautiful......

Old Butos knelt by the stream.

"The best friend of the elder Butos, the gift of the elder Butos to the elder of the most sincere friend. Old Butos's eyes sparkled with the light of the river.

"Old Butos needs you to make good on your promise at this time. ”

Old Butos bowed his pale head and prayed to the moonlit stream.

"Old Butos prays that you will fulfill Old Butos's only wish: to free little Butos from the ice......"

A turbulent blue color appeared in the middle of the stream.

The blue water of the stream gushed up in the moonlight, but it fell in an instant.

The gentle and quiet song quietly came out of the stream, which was the chanting of the merman.

Old Butos listened carefully.

Afterwards, old Butos smiled and prayed to the song: "Old Butos knows that all gains come at a price...... Old Butos is willing to take the place of little Butus trapped in the ice. ”

Old Butos's tears fell on the long grass on the banks of the stream.

In the middle of the stream, the sapphire-like fish swam out and turned into the brilliance of a mermaid in mid-air.

Under the moonlight, the blue merman glow gently spoke:

"Old Butos, my dear friend......"

Old Butos smiled at the incomparable beauty of the moonlight.

"All gains come at a cost...... But I can bestow upon you the blessings of the Naga......"

A drop of blue brilliance fell from the merman's eyes.

"To save the ...... of salvation you want"

The blue light flew in front of old Butos.

Old Butos took it with both hands.

"Latixnuois Kusakuxisika" mermaid Radiance gave the most friendly and affectionate salute to old Butos.

Old Butos stood up and returned the salute in the same way.

"Latixnuois Kusakuxisika" Old Butos smiled and said goodbye to the merman.

The pure and beautiful blue light became ethereal and illusory in the moonlight, and finally disappeared into the purity.

Old Butos returned to little Butos.

The ice exudes a cold glow, and the dead silence looms eternal.

Old Butos dripped the merman's tears on little Butos's forehead.

"Old Butos is willing to pay for his life......"

The ice began to melt on top of Little Butos's head, and eventually dissipated......

Little Butos was still asleep......

Old Butos's face showed love, but old Butos was not immediately bound by the ice.

Old Butos felt deeply at this time that his body was being eroded by the cold little by little.

Old Butos picked up little Butos and walked in the direction of the village

In the darkness of the night, the wind was howling, and the life of old Butos was dying......

When the elder Butos placed the younger Butos on the bed, the lower half of the elder Butos's body had been almost completely eroded by the frost.

Old Butos gritted his teeth.

"When the morning comes, old Butos will disappear in the sun......" Old Butos turned his head to look at little Butos, who was lying asleep on the bed.

Old Butos smiled in his most reluctant way.

"Old Butos was a brilliant wanderer......"

Old Butos smiled and pulled out a roll of parchment with horns rolled up from a drawer.

"This is the most valuable ...... that old Butos can leave to little Butos"

Old Butos slowly unfolded the parchment. The oil lamp was flickering.

Old Butos lightly dipped the quill pen on the table in ink.

"Dear little Butos, war is coming. If you want to follow the shadow of old Butos and run southeast, frost and chaos will spread from the far north, and darkness may find you...... But the warmth and old Butos are with you. ”

Little Butos was asleep, and there was still a hint of happiness and warmth on the corners of his mouth.

Old Butos raised his head and looked in the direction of the ice fields in the far north.

It was the end of the deep darkness.

That's the end of the abyss.

On the dense forest path leading from the village to the Arctic Ice Field, a large, bloated body walked very slowly.

The filthy, wide cloak concealed the bloated figure, and the wooden crutches left a mark of varying shades on the cold, damp ground.

"My dear little Butos, this is your mission, may you wake up and be driven by me. A hoarse voice came from under the cloak.

"The blood of the wanderer old Butos...... Hehehe......"

The grin spreads, dissipates, spreads in the darkness......