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"Brando, do you notice?"

The thin figure of the Hunter Maiden struggled along the cliff ahead, staggering, and she had said that in her dreams she had seen her brother walk through a knife-sharp ice wall, cold and windy, and the surroundings were like a labyrinth hall of hundreds or thousands of ice prisms.

The crowd walked through the ice cave filled with ancient corpses, and what appeared before their eyes was exactly this scene:

The underground glacier seems to have been cut off abruptly, and the entire section appears in front of it, and the section extends from the ground to the surface of nearly 1,000 feet, forming an abyss like a cliff; Standing on the edge of the ice section, looking up at the gray and cold wind howling in the sky, down the bottomless abyss, the north wind shriveling through the disordered magic from hundreds of feet away, the white expanse is like tens of thousands of ghosts.

It's like the mythical winter foal that drove Jupis, the goddess of the north wind, or an ice-blue river, like a river, rushing endlessly.

This scene was just as Peya had described before, and when everyone came here, they couldn't help but be stunned.

It sounds strange to use dreams to find answers, although the witches firmly believe that dreams predict reality, most people think this is absurd, even Veronica, who supports Brando, can't help but think that the young lord's idea is a little too much, and Laurena and Shiduo are even more skeptical.

The eldest son of the emperor of the empire was noncommittal about this, as if that cold look was his trademark.

The only people who supported Brando, apart from the first followers such as Akane and Medisa, who believed in his decision, were the Witch and Feras.

As for the latter. Needless to ask, our Mr. Knight is willing to believe a person he can see, no matter how ridiculous the reason for believing it.

But Brando himself had a hunch, and in fact he had been having the illusion that something was guiding them all day.

More than once he remembered his strange dreams, and the eyes behind him that couldn't find a reason.

"You mean that voice on the ice?"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded in his mind, and Brando was slightly stunned, and immediately reacted: "Lord Saint-Osor." Are you awake? ”

The sound of the ice had followed them from the moment they had passed through the staggered chasms beneath the long ice, and the muffled rustling sound would have been imperceptible from hundreds of feet away, if it weren't for the flow of dark magic. Occasionally, Brando even thinks it's just an illusion.

But he was clearly not the only one in the team who noticed this, and both Aloz and the Grey Swords raised their alerts.

The only things that can move under the ice, except for glacier worms, are those that can't be explained. But glacier worms rarely travel between faults, and Brando knows this all too well.

"No, part of your blood is getting restless, don't you notice that, little one." Saint-Osor's voice was a little languid, but soon Yan sù got up, and said in her characteristic 'Yan sù' slightly mocking tone: "You are not in good spirits at all, and you expect me to sleep in such a situation?" ”

"Bad mental state? What do you mean? ”

Brando was a little puzzled, since he entered the Black Forest, the elven maiden had had very little time to talk to him, and only occasionally discussed with him about the Sage War era. More often than not, she was still urging him to learn the lost knowledge of swordsmanship and fog elves, and today she suddenly woke up, and she must have noticed something special.

"Confused, you've been affected by that dream, and there's something calling to you here. It tries to influence your mind. Saint-Osall replied sternly.

Brando remembered the golden box as if he had been pricked by a needle, and he calmed himself down before asking, "Mistress Saint-Osor, do you notice something?" ”

"I think it's that thing, I don't know if you should say you're lucky or unlucky." The Elven Imperial Sister sighed.

Brando was slightly stunned.

"We drove a detachment of Minr southward, chasing them from the plains north of Eruin into the south, which was then covered by the Black Forest. After the Dark Dragons were sealed, they stole one of the seals from Yasu, intending to enter the Ring of Trade Winds to collect the other, and we chased them with the Silver Elves, where we thought they had fled from the direction of Buchi into Madara, forming the descendants of the Minr who are there today. Unexpectedly, they split in two, one part passed through the frosted forest, and headed east to the sea—"

"Wait," Brandor shuddered, he suddenly stopped the Great Sage of the Mist Elves in his heart, and asked, "You said that they stole one of the seals from Yasu and wanted to enter the Ring of Trade Winds to collect the other seal, you can't be talking about the Grey Gems, right?" ”

"What else is there?" Saint-Osor's voice became a little annoyed, and it seemed that the chase was not very smooth.

Brando understood something in an instant, and once again he remembered the golden box that had been thrown down the Great Rift by the Miners, and looked up at the mirror-smooth cliff with a strange expression.

"Understood?"

"I see, but I don't understand why they didn't take the seal and take it on board, why they left it here." Brando asked in his mind.

There was a faint anticipation in his heart, if the first seal of the Dark Dragon had brought him endless benefits, the fanatical power of the Fool's talent was now almost one of his greatest killer weapons, not to mention the allegiance of the witch.

Although St. Osor's words didn't sound so happy, Brando could understand her feelings, and no matter what she said, the elven sage was probably worried that the dark dragon would be resurrected again.

Brando is not without such concerns, but he sees this power more as a kind of number in the game, and the black and white writing written on the character panel really makes people feel dangerous; For Brando, at least, this world is all about games. Hardly anything happened that he didn't expect, so he had reason to believe that this inexplicable character panel wouldn't pit him on the subject.

Unless the hell this 'system' itself is a ghost thing made up by the Dark Dragon.

But this is unlikely, as Odin is nothing more than a traveling mage. Brando actually had a faint premonition in his heart that the authority of this 'system' on his body was much higher than that of the traveling mage, because this 'system' could perfectly accommodate the traveling mage, as a modern person, he had never heard of any low-level system that could completely accommodate the high-level system. It's illogical.

St. Osor 'looked' at him in his mind, and Brando's eyes were about the elven maiden with her hands clasped around - she could clearly see what Brando was thinking, but as always. The sage did not criticize Brando's disapproving thoughts, but replied with a proud look, "Who knows, maybe they won't be able to take it with them." You must know that behind them are our Forest Brigade Legion and the Dragon King Cavalry of the Silver Elves, with the seal of the Dark Dragon, and they want to leave this land without knowing it, which is a bit delusional. ”

Brando was skeptical of the Elven Sister's words, if the Fog Elves and the Silver Elves were really that powerful, the Miner people might not be able to pass through the Lion Level on the border between Eruin and Cruz - of course, there was no existence of the Kingdom of Eruin at that time, but the Lion Pass had been established since the first battle.

However, he wisely did not dwell on the issue, and it would be rude to offend an elf lady. And it would be unwise to offend an old lady of great strength and strength. He decisively skipped the question and asked, "Sage, are you saying that the grey gem is not far from us, can we find a way to get it back?" ”

"Do you really want to get it back?" St. Osall looked at him again.

"Of course, I need strength now. Mistress St. Osor, you understand. I'll handle it with care, don't worry. Brando replied.

The elven royal sister suddenly chuckled: "What are you worried about, little one, I didn't say you couldn't go and get it back, rather than let you absorb the seal." It's better than falling into the hands of people with ulterior motives. Besides, Odin also approved of you, didn't he, there aren't many people who can make that arrogant guy take a fancy to you, and I still don't understand what he likes about you. ”

Saint Osor thought for a moment, supported his chin with his hand and nodded: "It seems that I am too discerning." ”

"So?" Brando became a little agitated, as if the depression of being watched all day had been swept away.

"Don't be too happy, little one," St. Osall snorted, "You want to know where that thing is?" Actually, you don't have to, it's not far away, and it's getting closer. ”

"Getting closer?" Brando was stunned.

"The leader of the Minr tribe is called Sebes? Ansu, you may not have heard his name, but in our day, he was a very famous fellow. The Cruz call him the Last Frost Guard, meaning that there has been no more outstanding Frost Knight after him—"

Saint-Osore suddenly made a small talk: "If he had not been murdered or usurped, the grey gem should have been kept by him." The Frost Knights make an oath, and once they do, they will always keep their promise, from life to death—"

"You know what I mean, right?"

Brando stared dumbfounded, at the elegant elven lady 'in front of him', and the sage's eyes as deep as the starry sky sparkled at the moment, flashing with the cunning light of a little girl waiting to see a good show.

What an international joke, how could he not recognize Sebers? Ansu, the leader of the Crow clan of the Miner people, the last Lord of the Frost Knights, was the man who defended the Winter Howling Pass alone in the Battle of the End, so that the entire White Wolf Legion of Cruz did not dare to advance an inch, and has since become a laughing stock.

The mountain people still recite that he is a lone wolf painted on a red stone slab as if he was the best in the world, and that he is a personal glory.

Such a hero, who only appears in legends and epics, now looks at the meaning of St. Osor, as if he is preparing to come to them for trouble?

What are you kidding, this guy's opponent list back then was such characters as Geert, the Lord of Fire, St. Osor, the Queen of the Winds, Archbishop Faenzan, and the crown of the mountains and rivers, Ellanta.

What is he Brando?

But Brando suddenly turned his head with a strange expression, and no sooner had Saint-Osor finished speaking, a creaking sound came from above everyone's heads. Grey Swords St. Mephistopheles, Aloze, and Veronica looked up at the same time, only to see a visible crack in the center of the ice above their heads stretching forward at a rapid speed.

"Be careful, Peya!"

Lorena suddenly shouted.

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