Freya woke up from the cold, but instead of glacial canyons stacked on top of each other, and the whispering of the quivering canyon wind, she remembered that she had passed out on the windward side of the glacier, but now she was in a still windy col. I don't know how long she was unconscious, the cold seemed to seep into her limbs, she gritted her teeth, and finally got up from the snow. But Freya suddenly noticed something she had never seen before.

Just a short distance from the rickety field of vision stood a small thing, somewhat like a trumpet-sized snowman, but its slender arms were not the usual dry branches, but were made of ice crystals; The little thing folded his hands on his waist, half-bent over and looking at Freya not far away, a bit like the butler in the lord's castle, only not tall, his face was full of ice crystal-like beard and eyebrows, and under the eyebrows, a pair of sparkling eyes sparkled.

Freya was startled, she had never seen anything like this before, and she came to her senses and sat up from the snow as if she had been on a spring. But she didn't expect her sudden movement to scare the other party a lot, the little thing was so frightened that it took two steps back and tripped over a tree root, and then sat down in the snow for a long time before it got up, and then the two stared at each other with wide eyes for a while.

There was an embarrassing silence in the snow.

After a long time, Freya finally realized that the other party did not seem to be hostile, and after a moment's consideration, she asked tentatively, "Did you bring me here?" ”

The snowman was stunned, hurriedly patted the snow on his body and stood up, and bowed respectfully to Freya: "No, it's not me, it's the master who brought you here, respected little master." "It even speaks Cruz, but in a slightly weird tone. It's like a duck croaking, and it's funny.

Freya's mouth opened and she couldn't close and turned into an 'O' shape, shocked by what the other party called her. "Wait, what do you call me, and who is your master?"

"The master is the master, the honorable little master." The snowman replied in a very natural tone. As if the correct answer to this question should be so.

"Wait, I'm not a little master, did you recognize the wrong person?"

"The master said that you are the most honored guest here, and the master asked us to treat you with the etiquette of the little master, and the master said so, the master must be right."

Freya felt like her brain was running out, and she just thought that if Brando was here, he would be able to figure out what was going on quickly. But the girl from the countryside of Buchi was not stupid, and she touched the side of the belt first: the Lionheart was still in the scabbard of that place; I touched my fanny pack again: the slate that Brando had given her was also unharmed. Even the ruby ring was still on her hand, and she breathed a sigh of relief, which showed that the other party at least had no ill will.

She calmed down a little, and after a while, she asked the snowman, "Hello, what should I call you?" ”

The snowman put a withered hand on his chest and saluted her in human etiquette: "We are the Toliphon fairies who have lived here for generations, the esteemed little masters. We don't have names, you can call us 'Hey' or 'Come Here'. Anyway, each of us seems similar to you, but there are some differences, if you count our beards and eyebrows, you will find that the number is more or less, and the shape is not very different. ”

Before Tolfen Elf could finish his introduction, Freya burst out laughing. The little thing has an eye to learn the etiquette of the human aristocracy, but what he says is not boundary, which is really funny. She couldn't help but laugh and asked, "Where is your master?" ”

"The master is in the house."

"House? Can I go and meet him? ”

"The owner said if the little master woke up. I'll take you to him. ”

"Take me to him?" Freya was a little suspicious: "Is it okay now?" ”

Tolfen elf nodded.

Freya stood up from the snow and patted the corner of her clothes, only to realize that her injuries had healed. She remembered that she had been badly wounded before she fell unconscious, and that it was only with the last blow that she had killed the silver monster, and that she could not remember what had happened at the time, except vaguely that the slate in her bag had fallen out and glistened in the snow, and that she had fallen into a furnace in pain, and that she was unconscious. But the slate was still in her waist bag, and she squeezed it with her hand, and it was as cold as before.

Freya didn't know if her injuries had something to do with the changes in the time, or if they had something to do with the mysterious owner of the goblins, but she saw that the little figure of the snowman had climbed to the col in front of her, and it stood under a snow-white thorn bush and beckoned to her, and Freya hurriedly followed.

Freya found herself in what seemed to be a secluded valley, and she followed the Toliphon elf through a dense forest of white thorns of the kind she had seen before, and the whole valley seemed to be dotted with this plant, which could grow to a very high level, like the trees outside, except that the tips were bent down and hung with glowing fruits, like street lamps, and the soft light illuminated the winding path of the jungle.

There were many animals in the white woods, at least Freya had seen a squirrel with gray-white fur, searching for seeds from shrubs beneath the thorn bushes, occasionally crossing the pavement of the trail in groups, or alerting her as an outsider with her big dark eyes. On the thorns that crossed overhead, there were many birds that looked like spotted finches, but with their silver feathers and long tail feathers, they were not afraid of life at all, and let Freya and the goblins pass underneath, but tilted their heads to look at her uninvited guest.

After walking for a while, the white thorns suddenly parted left and right, Freya's eyes lit up slightly, and a look of surprise appeared on her face, and after the thorn bushes parted, a mountain spring surrounded by jungle appeared from behind, and the mountain spring hung down from the rock wall and fell into a pool, and the steam in the pool rose, apparently a hot spring formed by geothermal heat. But none of this is surprising. She saw that the land next to the hot springs was covered with emerald green vegetation and meadows, and on top of this meadow lay a dark blue stag.

The stag apparently noticed her, too, and Freya wondered if she had delusional feelings, but she saw that the other party was actually kind to her.

This made her recognize the same stag that had led them all out of their predicament the night before.

She seemed to understand something at once. But now the Tolphil elf, who was leading the way, stopped, and looked back at Freya; The surprised girl looked ahead, and saw that the white thorn bushes had come to an end in front of her, and in front of her was a clearing in front of the mountain wall, on which an artificial building had been carved out to form an arch three or four people high. Freya looked at the archway, then at the stopped Tolfen elf, and asked, "Do you want me in?" ”

The snowman nodded.

Freya had to muster up her courage and take a few steps forward into the cave. The light dimmed all around her, but as she became accustomed to the dim environment, she gradually saw the inside of the cave clearly, and behind the arch was a natural cave, as if the traces of an artificial axe chisel on the outside were only to embellish the entrance to the cave. Like most glacial caves here, the inner walls of the cave are made of smooth ice, but the cave is not deep, extending twenty or thirty feet inward. Then it came to an abrupt halt, truncated by a vertical wall of ice.

Freya's eyes widened. What about the master in the mouth of the little goblin? The cave was empty.

But just as she was bewildered, the ice wall in front of her suddenly melted open to form a small door, and a voice said, "Please come in, Miss Freya." ”

"You know me?" Freya asked, startled.

But the voice didn't answer. Freya was nervous and curious, she was worried about the safety of Brando, Nimesis, and the little prince, but she couldn't figure out where she was. She waited for a while, but saw that the voice had no intention of continuing to speak, so she had to bend down. Half-hunched through the small door in the ice wall. The thick ice wall is about ten feet long, and after passing through the small gate, I suddenly feel a light in front of my eyes, and the temperature around me has risen by a few degrees. Freya looked up in amazement, and found that behind the ice wall was a very pleasant room, like the aristocratic study she had seen in Ampesel, with a table, a high-backed chair, a bookshelf, and a fireplace, a thick carpet on the floor, a bright fire burning in the fireplace, a bookshelf full of books, and a silver candlestick and a tray on the table, the candlelight was soft, and the plate was full of all kinds of food, and the food was steaming as if it had just been brought out of the oven.

The room was empty, but someone automatically pulled out a chair for Freya and placed a plate and fork on it, as if inviting her to take a seat. "You may be seated." The voice rang out again, and so on.

Freya knew that if she didn't do what the other party said, the voice would probably ignore her, so she hesitated for a moment and sat down. Immediately, a white porcelain teacup automatically flew down from the shelf next to her and placed it in front of her, and then the silver teapot on the table seemed to be held up by an invisible hand, tilted slightly, and poured tea for her.

The tea is a beautiful red color, like an agate in a cup.

Freya was a little cramped, she put her hands on her knees, suddenly remembered what she had learned in etiquette class, and subconsciously said, "Thank you." ”

The voice seemed to see the restraint of this girl from the countryside of Buche, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Don't be nervous," he said, "don't be nervous, it's been a long time since we've entertained guests." ”

Freya inhaled softly, she didn't know what she meant by not having a guest in a long time, did she mean that she had entertained a guest here, or something else. She asked suspiciously, "Hello, are you the owner here, did you save me?" ”

"We'll discuss this later, you can taste the tea I made first." The voice replied gently.

It was not a wise thing to drink from an unknown source in a completely unfamiliar place, but Freya felt that the other party did not need to do more, she hesitated for a moment, but still patiently picked up the white porcelain teacup and took a sip. The black tea is very delicious, with a strong smell of milk, and after entering it, it feels as if the fatigue of her whole body is gone, and even the soreness of falling asleep in the snow disappears in an instant, but where does she have the heart to drink tea. After just taking a sip, he put down the cup with both hands in a heavy heart.

"How?" The voice asked.

"Well, good, thank you for the hospitality." Freya replied, pondering her words.

"Seems like you're worried?"

Freya wasn't stupid, and now she could confirm that the other person was the owner of the place.

"Because I don't know what this place is, I'm confused."

"It's just a 'place'. Because it's not fundamentally different from other 'places', and if you think about it seriously, you see that it doesn't matter to you, right? The voice replied.

Freya thought it was a strange statement, but it couldn't be said to be wrong, and what she really cared about was not where she was, but how far away she was from Brando and Nimesis. She nodded honestly: "Yes, I'm worried about my companions, I got lost with them. I'm sorry. I don't mean to trouble you, but can you help me get out of here? ”

She paused: "...... Or, maybe you can tell the elves to do the same. ”

"Don't be anxious," said the voice, "Miss Freya, don't be anxious, I have drawn each of you here to do me a favor. ”

"You're guiding us?" Freya remembered the stag she had seen outside the door, and couldn't help but believe a little in her heart: "But who are you?" How can we help you? ”

"My strength is already weak, but it is not difficult to bring you here. Because I know what you're here for, I just tell you the direction. The voice laughed: "Long story short, after all, time is running out, let me introduce myself, my name is Milondal, according to the Cruz people - Milos." ”

Smack. The teacup in Freya's hand fell to the tray, and she didn't even notice that the tea had spilled on the tablecloth. She hadn't even heard of the name before she came here, but it was fast. The name was as deeply etched into her memory as the glaciers and the wind and frost in this forest, and Brando's words echoed in her heart over and over again, and she was dumbfounded.

"You, you, you ......"

"You guessed it right, I am the first frost giant in this world, and they call me father, and you humans call me a god, and I accept all of these titles, because I am qualified to do so."

"But......" Freya thought to say, but since the stars fell to the ground, the gods have long since left this world, and legend has it that they went away with the Dragon of Dusk and never returned, and although many of their shrines were built in Vajnd to commemorate the time when gods and men coexisted, everyone knew that the time of mortals had long since come. But this could not be spoken, she was already stunned by this sudden news.

"Are you confused?" The voice seemed to read what was in her mind.

Freya managed to calm herself down and nodded.

"Actually, don't be so surprised, Milos is long gone, I'm just a myth left behind by a great will."

"Myths?"

"People's minds will repeatedly haunt the questions they want to solve in their lifetime, and this myth will occasionally become a ghostly existence, but if your own existence is too strong, this kind of thinking will become substantial, like a existence like me." The voice replied gently.

"Are you saying that there is something bothering you, but aren't the gods supposed to be omniscient?"

"Maybe only Lord Martha can be omniscient, we just think more than you, but my myths have nothing to do with you, just mediocrity. But today I want you to do me a favor, Freya, and it's not just about you and your companions, and about the young Valhalla's master, I know him, don't I? ”

"Brando?" Freya was so startled that she almost stood up.

The voice didn't answer, but Freya had a strange feeling that the other person nodded silently.

"What do you want me to do for you?" Freya had to ask cautiously, though she thought it must be something wrong, and how could she help with a problem that even the gods were bothered by.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

"I want you to stop me from resurrection."

After a while, the voice spoke slowly.

"What!" Freya bounced up from her chair as if she had been electrocuted, as if she had heard the most incredible thing since she was born, and her face was full of shock: "What did you say!?" ”

"Stop me from resurrection, Freya."

"That great will is gradually waking up from the darkness, you don't understand what will happen, but for the whole of Vaughnd, it is an unpredictable fate. The age of the gods is over, and it has nothing to do with myths, I don't know the answer to that question, but the Azure Knight has given you an answer that can't be rewritten, Freya. ”

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PS: Continue to recommend Silly Kuroko's new book "Calamity". Anyway, the update is pretty powerful in the next few days.,==,I'll continue to work hard in the next.。 (To be continued......)