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The staggered ice crevasses are deep and meandering, like the blood vessels of giant beasts intricately distributed under the glacier, but there is no blood pulsating inside, only darkness and silence, and water droplets drip from under the ice edges several feet long, occasionally making a tinkling sound, breaking the silence.

A sudden sound of footsteps broke into the quiet like a dream, stumbling, the footsteps seemed to be being chased, and as if they were chasing something, it passed through one ice cave after another, and then a teenager came into view, the boy's skin was dark, his clothes were tattered, and there were blood stains, but his eyes exuded a scorching brilliance under the long messy hair.

Aruta gasped heavily, the sword wounds on his body had not healed since he entered the Frost Forest, the high fever had persisted, and the scenery around him was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry. When his condition worsened, the ice-blue pillar even had a double image in his eyes, but in the dark, he could always see the figure that was far away and near and far away.

It was like a person, but there was always only one back, and for two weeks, it had been floating and always walking in front of it. There was a magic that urged him to cross the forest, the glacier, and always follow there, all the way to this place.

But Yaruta had a splitting headache, and his mind was groggy enough to remember much, but he at least remembered his father, his sister, and the hunter who died that day outside the Frost Forest: he was curled up under the carriage, feeling the wound on his chest and abdomen bleeding, and his body was getting weaker and weaker, and he was about to lose consciousness.

A voice entered his head. All he remembered was a neutral, emotionless voice:

"Do you want to live? Mortal? If you want to live, stand up. ”

"Help me...... Help me......" Aruta remembered moaning in a daze, but received no answer. He coughed as hard as he could: "You want to save me?" ”

"I can't save you, but someone can."

"......" Aruta opened her mouth wide, feeling like she was almost breathing, let alone speaking. But then, a cold aura permeated his heart, recovering him a little.

"You must come to me, come to me, and you can only save yourself if you obey my commands."

"In the meantime. I'll give you protection for the time being, but you don't have much time. ”

With a glimmer of strength in his body, Aruta barely opened a glimmer of his eyes to see a large, pale blue illusion standing in front of him. It was like a ghost, but he didn't have the strength to look up at the other man's face, only the loose robes.

"Why did you save me, and the others?"

"You and your sister may have some connection to the Twelfth Lineage. But that's not the point, you need my help, and I need your help. ”

"Sister?" When Yaruta heard this word, she became excited: "Sister, ...... she is still alive?" ”

"She can't die, someone will save her."

"What about me, can I still see her?"

"Don't worry. You'll always be reunited with your sister, just do what I tell you to—"

"But who are you?"

"I'm Crystal, you mortals like to call me that, but I prefer my original name, 'Luxis,' but what you see is not me, it's just a message, it's hard for me to explain to you, but you just need to understand that you need my help, and I need your help."

"Do you need my help?"

"Yes. I need you to come to me. ”

"Beside me, aren't you right in front of me?"

The blue figure didn't answer, but looked down at him, then slowly turned around. Yaruta felt as if his body was recovering at an accelerated pace, and a voice in his heart was always calling to him. The ghost made him follow in such a daze.

One after the other, they walked into the forest. Unaware of them, he passed by the Black Knights of Anlek's men, who were unaware. Then they walked through the forest, through the valleys, through the snowfields and the glaciers, without encountering a single monster, and every night after that, the blue figure reappeared, walking unhurriedly in front of him, the distance fluctuating.

Day after day, Yaruta forgot about his surroundings, even about hunger and cold, and about time, but gradually the other party walked faster and faster, leaving him less and less time.

"Yaruta, you've got to get up to speed."

"Time is running out for you."

The boy gradually found out.

His body was getting heavier and heavier, the sword wound that had not been healed was like a painful imprint that tugged at his nerves all the time, his steps were no longer as light as when he first stepped into the forest, his mind was sometimes sober, sometimes muddy, Yaruta could only maintain a limited calm most of the day, his vision became narrower and narrower in front of his eyes, and the surrounding scenery darkened little by little, and finally there was a moment.

He saw the blue shadow in front of him disappear.

His feet went limp, and he suddenly slid down the side of the ice.

There was a series of sounds of ice rolling down in the darkness, and then silence soon returned to it.

……

"Wake up, wake up, there's not much time left for you."

"Wake up—"

"I need your help."

Brando's eyes opened suddenly, and his pale forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. 'When'—' he looked up a little bewildered, the ice above him always a magnificent blue, and in the distance echoed the whistling of what he called 'Jupis' whisper, the sound of a cold current passing through an isthmus to the north, and a huge glacier at one end of the canyon connected to the ground.

The sound has been going on for years, but it's still far away, and it's often mistaken for a screaming monster locked in the abyss underground.

Brando stared suspiciously into the depths of the cavern for a moment, his eyes dark as if they were an unsolvable puzzle, and he gathered the blanket that did not appear to be tight, and then realized that he had had a dream.

He had a strange dream in which he saw a multitude of people walking through a field of glittering snow, dressed in strange clothes, black and white robes, riding wingless dragons, and the black, huge, obelisk-like buildings that were surrounded by black, huge, obelisk buildings with a strange metallic sheen and a cobweb-like crystal grid that Brando recognized as the remains of Milos—the more they were said to be the farther they went to the center of the glacier.

This was exactly what Brando had seen in his dreams, as he saw the men walk through the ancient ruins to the edge of a great rift, where they performed a grand sacrificial ceremony, pushed the slaves down the valley, and then threw a huge glittering box into the abyss.

Time slowly passed through the glacier, and he saw that the people had then settled down next to the cavemen on the ice sheet. But suddenly there was a dispute among them, and then there was a split, a conquest, and two factions from within.

The losing side continued north, while the rest stayed, and the good times were gone, many of the old people froze to death on the glacier, and the young people tried to leave the glacier for the forest, but they fell in turn on the way to the migration.

Only a few remained—

The man he dreamed of was watching the glacier day after day, and saw with his own eyes his people fall one by one, and death like a plague before finally falling on himself.

Brando vaguely remembered the last sunrise he had seen in his dream, the sun rising in the west, red and huge, the heavens and the earth turned blood-red, and the Buddha statue was a sign of something.

Brando retracted his gaze—

The cave was silent, everyone had fallen asleep, and there was a bright light at the far end of Brando's vision, it was a bonfire, it should be the second half of the night, and it was Metissa and Charles who were keeping vigil at the campfire, and he could even occasionally hear the whispered conversations coming from there.

But Brando didn't bother to get up, he leaned quietly in the darkness alone, a little unsure of the meaning of his strange dream. By the time he had completely calmed down, he had realized that the scene he had seen in his dream might have been a qiē that the Miner people had seen with their own eyes, and the people he saw were probably the Miner people who had crossed the glacier.

The Miner were driven out by Gilt at the end of the Sage's War, almost in 1024, that is, before the year of the Golden Hoof, earlier than the age of the runes and swords, and not long after that, the last Great Demon Tide occurred, and according to the scriptures, the population of the entire continent was almost reduced by a third.

It was the worst disaster Vaynd had ever experienced since the Battle of the Sages.

He suddenly remembered that he had seen the big red sun in his dream, and remembered a passage from the prophecy of the Black: blood fell from the sky, and calamity stopped from west to east.

Isn't that exactly what describes the last great demon tide?

But why he suddenly dreamed of a scene that happened a thousand years ago, Brando himself did not understand, he only felt unspeakably strange. He also remembered the box that looked like the golden ark of the covenant that the Miner had thrown into the abyss in the dream, and he vaguely felt that his dream might have something to do with this box, but he knew nothing about what was in this box, and there was no record of it in history.

Brando exhaled softly, the feeling of being spied on in his heart rose again, and he subconsciously turned his head, and there was silence all around, the ice cave was like the body of a sleeping beast, sometimes so quiet that it was palpitating. But Brando's vigilant look around, he could clearly feel that there was always a pair of eyes lurking in the darkness.

'Brando, it's not going to be the Guardians-'

He couldn't help but turn his head sideways, glancing in the direction where Aloz was sleeping, and remembered the conversation between the two of them that afternoon. (To be continued)

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