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Climb over snow-capped peaks and follow a bird's-eye view of a black-winged snow eagle.

The ancient ice and snow forest, the glacier that has flowed for tens of thousands of years, and the fish that shuttle like arrows under the clear water surface......

Follow the Snow Eagle's gaze and look for the totem poles left over from ancient times. It is precisely because of these various embellishments that people find that in this frozen land, there is a very special dazzling light.

However, for a long time, this land of the far north was always forgotten. This barren land, which has been lost for a long time, seems to sleep on the bank of the forgotten history.

But it is undeniable that in all the records and history, it is a place full of legends.

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The land of bitter cold, Lol Cardin. Located in the northernmost part of the human world. Even in the spring season, in this frozen land, it is still cold and deep, and there is a chill everywhere.

To the north of Silverdome City, on the cold and windy ice field, this year's snow layer seems to be thicker and whiter than in previous years, setting off the ice surface of the river into a dark gray. With their backs to the glacier, I saw that the crowd gathered here, not afraid of the cold, facing an ancient frozen statue, and a grand sacrificial ceremony was being held.

In this cold sacrificial ceremony, the adult men of Lol Cardin, all of them were ** on their upper bodies, neatly arranged on the snow, they clenched the inferior blades with their palms, watered the ice and snow under their feet with dripping blood, and sacrificed their immortal faith with the highest respect.

In addition to hundreds of adult men, around this site, there are more old and weak women and children. They looked at the crimson blood, followed by the low roar of the grown men, and whispered an old war song about the heroes of Lol Cardin.

"The heroes of Lol Cardin's death are like the frozen dragons of the sky. Tread the earth of the world and rescue the lost reindeer lamb from the claws of the ice bear. ”

“…… The war dragons are attacking, and the people of Lol Cardan are united and fraternal, and their generosity towards humanity is incomparable. Those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me perish, until all hardships and obstacles are a thing of the past. ”

"The Lol Cardan people will bombard all their enemies to the smithereens, and then they will bow deeply and thank you for becoming cannon fodder for the most powerful race in the world!"

A thousand-year-old song, a distant and ancient battle song of Lol Cardin.

Whenever this ancient war song comes to my ears, it spills out tears of sorrow again.

As the patriarch of the Lol Cardin, Bahrain, grieved, the splendor of Lol Cardin was like lightning, spectacular and dazzling! It's like looking up in the pupils, every section of the sky is pierced at the same time, and then with a shocking thunderbolt, in the long river of history as deep and distant as the sky, with a heart-shaking echo, slowly walk away and disappear......

Not long since

"Loel Cardin !!"

A single roar on the ancient battlefield will make the enemy tremble! The warriors of Lol Cardin are not afraid of death, they have never feared anyone with their weapons in their hands, and they never leave any chance for the enemy on the battlefield of killing.

"Loel Cardin !!"

Perhaps mankind has long forgotten who holds the weapon, on the frozen Gobi, like an invincible dragon!

Who is guarding the frozen high post, stubbornly guarding the human frontier and fighting to the end, and loyal to mankind like iron!

Those countless strong backs who live in the history books, they are the people of Lorkadan, the most powerful warriors under the command of the 'Radiant Emperor'!

It's a pity that with the passage of time, the once invincible Lol Cardin army has long since turned into piles of white bones and stories that have been passed down for thousands of years, and no longer exists.

Thousands of years have passed, and the Lorkadan Empire, once powerful and with a hundred cities, is now only a ruined city that no one cares about.

The once glorious people of Lol Cardan can only stand here in rags, only bowing, vowing, and praying again and again in front of the cold and hard ancient statues that cannot speak!

This special ritual lasts from morning to afternoon.

When the sun wrapped in dark clouds gradually set in the west, the cold wind on the ice field began to shout in a terrible voice, and many women, children, and old people wrapped their clothes tightly and shivered in place. The upper body of the Lol Cardin man ** was frozen purple, but he still looked solemn, kneeling in place, and did not move a moment.

"Patriarch, most of the sacrificial rites have been completed, only the last ...... remains" The old priest's hunchback arched upward, as if carrying a hill. When he stood in front of the majestic Bahrain, he looked more and more thin and haggard. "If you order it, I can just announce the end."

On closer inspection, the old priest had a short, stiff beard, a pair of dark black eyes sunken into their sockets, and unkempt gray hair. If you look closely, there are some deep wrinkles on his face and neck, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as ravines.

"Thank you, old friend." The eyes that looked at the old priest from Bahrain showed a look of gratitude. But he eventually shook his head and insisted, "The rituals of the Lol Cardan have increased from every ten years to only once every fifty years. Catherine and I both have the blood of the Radiant Emperor in our veins, and the final blood ritual cannot be avoided. ”

Hearing the patriarch's order, the old priest nodded, and in his cloudy eyes, it was inevitable that there was an indescribable sadness. You must know that the last blood ritual was fifty years ago, and that the sacrifice of this blood was extremely risky, and Miss Catherine, she was only thirteen years old this year.

Later, when the old priest announced the blood ceremony, many of the people in the crowd standing quietly in the wind and snow shed tears silently.

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When the final blood ritual was arranged, the old priest stood beside a solemn Bahrain and announced the ceremony begins. At this moment, all the adult Lol Cardin men collectively drew their swords from the ice and snow, and at this time, even the patriarch Balin was no exception.

He held a blood-stained sword in one hand, and although his face was wrinkled, it remained motionless, like a stone statue. Staring closely at the group of ancient statues, the tallest and oldest statue in the center was silent for two minutes.

Boom! Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang,

I don't know who started first, at this moment, as far as the eye could see, all the Lol Cardin men, sword in one hand and fist in the other, stood in the roaring wind and snow, and began to beat their own hard warrior's chest rhythmically, accompanied by a thick and deep nasal voice.

At this moment, the blizzard suddenly became more and more intense, blowing the entire snowdrift like a frenzy, and swept the snow that was buried deep in the statue into the air. The biting cold wind, the direction is uncertain, wrapped in ice slag and snowflakes, like sharp stones scraping people's faces.

The dense clouds, the flying snow, standing in the middle of the dilapidated statues, the lonely huge statue, formed a profound desolation.

In the roar and whistling of this whirlwind, only a low roar that seemed to come from ancient times, like the howl of a wolf, like the neighing of horses on a distant battlefield, and the call to a person with a wandering consciousness, sounded from the desolate ice field.

"The walls of ten zhang are as white as frost."

"The magnificent temple is what our hearts desire."

"In the face of the ancestors, the people of Lol Cardan, swear by blood."

"We're going to come back. Restore the glory of our past! ”

"With our blood and courage, we will eventually rebuild our homeland."

…… The ancient ghosts seemed to sleep in the abyss, as if they had been awakened from the abyss by the ancient sacrificial war songs of the Lol Cardans.

The blurred gaze lingers for a moment as far as the eye can see, and slowly becomes clear.

Very abruptly, what appeared in front of Yang Jiangong's eyes at this time was a world of ice and snow. Concentrating with all his strength, as far as he could see, there was a large crowd of densely packed, strangely dressed people standing or kneeling below.

"What a deep melody...... It gives people a feeling of heaviness, almost overwhelming. ”

Yang Jiangong heard the sound of rising and falling at that time, like a depressed drumbeat, with a far-reaching killing aura. It reverberated over his entire head, piercing his eardrums.

"What the hell is this?" Yang Jiangong questioned in his heart.

"It is not difficult to judge from the shape in front of them, this group of strangely dressed people, and the low strange syllables, they are carrying out a mysterious sacrificial ritual."

Unable to analyze the scene in front of him for the time being, Yang Jiangong used all his strength to move his stiff body.

But there is an inexplicable intuition that tells him that he seems to have lost control of his body. It's like being imprisoned, and even blinking your eyelids is in vain.

"What's going on? This ......"

In this icy and snowy scene, Yang Jiangong was horrified to find that he had become a statue that could not speak, could not move, and was covered with a layer of ice slag.