The silver body seemed to be paper paste in the cold wind, and Brando finally understood why the Azure knight had also died and died here in the first place.

Exhaled, the mist turned into ice slag and fell directly, and Brando was startled, only then did he understand how terrifying the cold here was.

This place should not stay for a long time, this thought immediately came to his mind, and when he looked up, he was on top of a glacier, and the white expanse in front of him seemed to be a road. He looked behind him again, and there was a bottomless abyss behind him, and with the slightest movement of his feet, countless ice chips rolled down until they disappeared.

It was pitch black under the abyss, and he couldn't see how deep it was, and Brando shuddered, although he didn't understand the purpose of this trial in his heart, but the first priority was obviously to get out of this hellish place.

He is actually no stranger to similar trials, there have been such trials from the extreme realm to the sage realm, of course, the difficulty is far less than this, theoretically such a trial is like a dream, but Root said that if he dies in this dream, he will really die, and Brando definitely does not plan to test the law and challenge the truth or falsehood.

However, similar trials usually have a clear purpose, to complete a certain task, or to kill a certain monster, but it is rare to directly throw people into an inexplicably harsh environment like this. What is the purpose of this trial? Is it simply survival? Brando felt that it was obviously not that simple.

He recalled the trial of the Azure Knight, there were so many legends about this legend that it was even written into a number of poems circulated in Vaynd, most of these poems were similar in content, but the final result was that the Azure Knight was recognized by the mountains and obtained the Holy Lance Firmament.

So is the purpose of this trial to find something?

The Scepter of Flame?

Brando thought silently as he struggled through the glacier. It hadn't been long before he felt in trouble.

The environment here is so harsh that the wind in the glacier is made up of some law, and it is frighteningly cold. His equipment and cold kit didn't work in the snow and ice at all, and the silver body didn't seem to have it, so he had walked less than a mile. It felt like an ordinary person in a single coat trudging through a blizzard — maybe even worse than that, because the blizzard at least doesn't do anything to the human soul.

Brando soon found that his perception and volitional attributes were slowly declining, and this discovery couldn't help but make him scared, what is this thing? A cold wind that could inflict damage on his inner attributes, he had never encountered before.

Don't say encountered, you haven't even imagined it.

Under the extremely harsh low temperature, the metal quickly became brittle, and even the magic attached to it had no protective effect, and the Soul Giant Sword was the first to leave him. As he used it to support his body, the two-handed sword snapped into countless pieces with a single click, nearly causing Brando to fall headlong into the snow.

This almost scared him into a cold sweat, because he was not sure that he was going to fall down, and if he had the strength to get up again. However, the cold sweat had just come out, and it immediately formed frost, and the body temperature was further reduced.

Brando threw away his saber and staggered forward. At this time, he began to miss the Flame Blade and the Shallow Sea Sword infinitely, the former being able to provide him with warmth. The latter is immune to, or at least greatly reduces cold damage.

However, he also understood that if this trial hadn't restored his strength in the battle of Alkash, he would have been turned into a popsicle just after being thrown into this world.

So Brando had no intention of complaining, of course, in fact he soon had no strength to complain, he did not know how long he had been walking on the glacier. The world of the white expanse and the howling wind seems to have no end, but the body is quietly slipping away bit by bit, like the temperature that has escaped for a long time.

He is the perfect silver body, and although the player's silver blood is not comparable to that of a demigod, at least he is a sub-god second only to the angel Akroma.

Legend has it that Tankas, the son of God, once chased Leviathan at the ends of the world without sleep for a hundred years. In the chaos of the collapse of the law, even the gods need to continuously consume the power of order to maintain the law of their own existence, but even so, he has not heard of Tankas and died of exhaustion outside the elemental barrier.

But Brando felt that he had only been walking in the snow for a few days and nights, and his body was on the verge of exhaustion.

He began to feel his horizons narrow, the edges of his vision blackened, his breathing heavi, the cold air piercing his nose, and the sound of his lungs sounding like the struggle of a dying man, or a dilapidated bellows fulfilling his last duty.

This feeling is not to say that after perfecting the silver body in his game, even after he stepped into the golden realm in this world, he rarely feels it - this is exhaustion, fatigue, and for a strong person with hundreds or thousands of physiques, it is a joke to feel tired and tired.

The volitional and perceptual attributes were also reduced by nearly one-tenth in a short period of time.

But the view ahead is still the same.

Brando didn't know when the journey would end, or what this damn trial was asking him to do, or maybe he wanted him to go on until he was approved by the mountains.

But who knows what the hell the approval of the mountains is.

He walked for another two or three days, and the scenery in front of him still did not change at all, and by then he was almost numb, his mind was blank, and he could still feel the passage of physical strength, but now he was only left to move forward instinctively.

Half a month later, Brando's speed began to slow down.

Every few steps he had to stop and rest for a long time, his eyelids seemed to weigh as if they weighed several thousand pounds, but he instinctively did not dare to close them, he staggered and staggered, but never sat down, let alone collapsed in the snow.

Because Brando knew that once he stopped, he might stay here forever.

But his mind was actually not very clear anymore, and he didn't have time to think about any trials, as if there was chaos, and only one thought was left to support his actions:

Stay alive.

A month, two months, half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Even the body of a sage finally ran out of oil, and on this day Brando finally fell heavily in the snow, and the biting cold and severe pain made him wake up at once.

But he lay in the snow, and found that he had no strength to get up, and he lay quietly on the ground, staring at the lead-gray sky, and letting the cold penetrate his limbs, and he began to feel his hands, his feet, his feet below the knees, and then from his elbows to his shoulders, and he lost consciousness.

Brando tried to mobilize the power of the law within himself, but the order seemed to collapse, and his eyes looked through his own extreme plain to see a quiet universe - pitch black, without the slightest life, as if there was only endless cold and cold.

The stars were extinguished, as if the dust left after the stars burned out was still suspended in the void, and the whole world was no longer alive, and all the laws and order were shattered into pieces, never to respond to anyone's call.

This is the twilight of the gods and the world.

Brando's mind suddenly dawned on him that when a god died, it might see such a world.

He quietly rested his head in the soft snow, and began to feel a trace of warmth, as if his whole body was immersed in warm milk, he didn't know that it was not an illusion, but he only felt a wave of exhaustion sweeping over him.

Brando knew what it meant if he just closed his eyes.

But he was powerless to stop it, as if a gentle voice was telling him something in his heart, and that voice told him that he was too tired and that it was time to let go.

But it was at this time that he suddenly felt a little strange.

That's when the ground is shaking.

The snow was shaking slightly, and Brando blinked slightly, he barely had the strength to make the simplest of movements, but he quickly realized that this was not the delusion of a dying man.

The earth is indeed shaking.

And the tremors soon became violent, as if what had been a trickling stream had soon converged into a great river that shook and tumbled.

Brando took a deep breath, and finally felt his body again at this moment, as if an inexplicable force burst out from his body, it came out of nowhere, and instantly poured into his limbs, like a warm current of heat, instantly pulling him back from the edge of darkness.

But Brando's heart was not happy.

He knew what it was, it was his talent - unyielding, and although his strength and rank level had returned to before the First World War in Alkash, his talent and profession had not changed.

He was dead, but the indomitable talent had brought him back to life for the time being, and now it was the dark magic that drove his body, like an undead spirit. And he knew in his heart that if he couldn't find a solution before this qiē was over.

Then this is just a temporary flashback.

However, Brando did not dwell on this for too long, and he hurriedly climbed out of the snowdrift with this strength, and the shaking ground caused him a lot of trouble, but he finally gritted his teeth and crawled to his feet.

Although he quickly collapsed again in a violent tremor, he was finally able to see what was happening.

He saw that on the white horizon, it seemed as if a gust of wind was blowing.

This is not surprising, as the north wind blows all the time in this place, but they rarely form a wall like they do now.

Yes, a wall.

Brando saw a white wall on the horizon that had been swept forward by a blizzard.

After a moment, he recognized what it was.

Glaciers are moving.

It was an avalanche.

…… (To be continued......)