Have you ever seen a lonely mountain?

The mountain is evergreen as blue, and the white clouds surround the lonely peak all the year round, it is like a sharp sword, straight into the top of the clouds, the goshawk soars only to its mountainside, and the mountains can only be used as its background.

Brando looked up at this lonely peak for a long time and was speechless, he thought that the mountains of the Ring of Trade Winds were majestic, and the mountains of Alkash were precarious, but they had to prostrate and surrender in front of this lonely peak, like kings.

There are some natural landscapes that can strike people's hearts and mind, and this lonely mountain is undoubtedly one of them.

A long staircase hung down from the top of the mountain, countless steps, each paved with gray marble, and on either side of the staircase stood an equally innumerable number of marble columns, which connected the temples on the top of the mountain, and became thinner and thinner in the view of the people, until finally became a straight black line.

"Lady of the Blade of Fire, I now believe Miss Tillias...... "Rout flew off Brando's shoulder and muttered as he looked at the majestic peak.

"What?" Brando looked at him puzzled.

"This is Himilud's throne......"

Brando froze, and he looked at Rout in mid-air, as if to confirm if the latter was joking. Legend has it that Himilud placed her throne on the top of a mountain that houses the temple of Gaia, the goddess of the earth, and is the home of Himilud's shepherdess. Legend has it that it is located in the mountains north of the Holy White Plains, but since the disappearance of the three relics of the Earth Temple, the sacred mountain in the hearts of the Toquining lion and dwarves has disappeared for thousands of years.

The look on the little goblin's face was very stern, which made Brando realize that the other party was not joking, and he understood what Root meant by the holy mountain earlier-

It was the sacred mountain in the hearts of the Tokunin lions and dwarves.

"But it shouldn't be in Vaughnde?"

"No," Rout shook his head, "this mountain has been here, and although it has appeared on the earth before, it has been a long time ago. Ever since the mortals lost the Three Holy Relics. Himilud was furious and moved it back beyond the elemental barrier. ”

It turned out that there was such a secret in this, and Brando realized it. He stared at the palace complex in the clouds and asked, "Is that the temple of the goddess Gaia?" The Scepter of Fire in this place? ”

"I don't know."

"You don't know?"

Rout nodded earnestly. "All I know is that the Scepter of Fire is stored in the Mountain of Storm Silence, because every chosen person of Phosedes will come here on a pilgrimage, and only those who have the approval of Jin Yan can decide the fate of the fire elves. Each generation of the Elven King generally doesn't talk about their trials, so most of the people of Fusedes don't know the exact location of the Scepter of Flame. ”

"But." He continued: "It's probably right here, on top of this. ”

Brando's gaze looked up the staircase, the marble pillars on both sides of the staircase were inscribed with quaint runes, a pilgrimage path that had been caressed by the faithful for thousands of years, and they walked up the stairs one step at a time, chanting sacred prayers in their mouths, all the way to the top of the mountain.

His gaze kept looking far away, as if he had crossed the long river of time. I saw a scene belonging to that era: the shepherdess wore holy robes, held shepherd staffs, and spread a thin layer of soil on the stone steps, in order to imply that the people of the earth were reproducing and living in a down-to-earth manner, and passing on the teachings of the goddess from generation to generation.

It wasn't until much later that Brando retracted his gaze.

He took a step forward, but Rult stopped him and said, "Wait, do you know who the last person to summon the Holy Mountain was?" ”

Brando stopped. Looking at the latter, he replied, "Isn't that your fire goblin?" The last generation of Fire Fairy King? ”

Root shook his head like a rattle: "That's different. I'm talking about mortals, no...... Maybe not mortal either. He looked at Brando with a somewhat tangled expression: "It should be someone like you." ”

"Someone like me, Traveling Mage?"

"You may be able to say that, but not exactly, almost, just like you. Do you know who it is? Then, without waiting for Brando's answer, he continued to speak to himself: "Favored by the Blade of Fire, the sacred mountain has a completely different meaning to people like you, it is a trial......

Brando had already guessed who he wanted to talk about at this time: "The test of the mountain, is it the knight of the azure?" ”

Reckless nodded. looked at him silently and muttered, "...... Miss Tillias's prophecy may be true, the test of the mountain is only the beginning, but it is the highest standard......"

"You mean, that trial isn't the only one?"

"Of course it's not the only one, it's a test for the approvers of the Seven Holy Relics, and the previous dark dragons can only get the king's test."

"The Dark Dragons of the Past Generations?"

"It's the Alternate," Marocha followed with Fias and White Mist, who replied, "but not necessarily if they were actually recognized, and in earlier times, they were more than them." But Odin never said anything about the content of the trial, and no one, including the witch queen, knew about it. ”

The little goblin looked a little hesitant, he seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't say it, but finally he spoke: "Flame Blade Dependent, once you take this step, you can't turn back. ”

"Will it be dangerous?"

"Danger you can't imagine, it took forty years for the Azure knight to pass the test of the mountain, and he was recognized by the mountains, he was on the verge of life and death several times, if it wasn't for the strength of steel, it would be impossible to persevere, and if he died in the trial, he would really die."

"Your strength is still a little too weak...... The point is, no one can help you, not even your Brigade Mage abilities. By the way, I may be able to walk with you, and I am also the one who is called upon by the Scepter of Fire. ”

Brando looked up and glanced at the staircase again. Then he turned back to the others behind him and said, "You guys are waiting for me here." ”

With that, he took a step forward without hesitation and stepped on the first stone staircase of Himilud's throne.

"Wait for me!" Rout shouted and rushed forward.

But no sooner had he flown up the stairs than he found that he had lost track of Brando.

Brando found that the moment he landed on his feet, the staircase disappeared, the marble columns on both sides of the staircase also disappeared, the holy mountain disappeared, and the palace complex on the top of the mountain naturally disappeared.

A bitter cold wind blew in his face, and he found himself in the middle of a snow-capped mountain, with a howling wind, and the peaks of the mountains seemed to be rocks exposed to the snow, and the rocks were as sharp as sharp blades, and the sky was overcast like lead.

As the second gust of cold wind roared, Brando felt a chill to his bones, as if it could penetrate his tough skin, reach his bones and internal organs, and freeze the blood that rushed behind the Arctic like a stream of molten steel.

His great strength seemed to be gone, shivering in the cold like an ordinary person - although Brando understood that this was just an illusion, he only opened the system and understood: his strength had not decreased, but increased.

The Tirmose robes were replaced with a double chain of plate armor, and between the seams of the plate armor, the metal interlocking chain mail was also decorated with a thick layer of mink skin, the inner padding was a thick flannel, and there was a silk lining inside, the inner layer of metal gloves was filled with the finest deerskin and fluff, and the iron foot guard was also a thick and soft layer, and he also wore a long bearskin shawl and cloak, the workmanship of which would have put any of Ampesel's craftsmen in the year of the sword to shame.

Brando didn't even need to confirm it to recite the name of the suit - Kyriel's Courage, Hero's Armor, and the addition of a cold protection kit, each of which he had carefully selected and bought from the market. Although it is not as easy as the local tyrants to use magic kits, it is at least the best choice among the refined products.

He raised the sword in his hand, and without looking at it, he could feel that it was an orthodox Graysius sword by the touch coming from under the iron glove—a kind of two-handed greatsword, and when fighting, he even needed to hold the blade in one hand and the hilt in the other, and the iron glove was prepared for this.

The name of this sword is Mingsoul, one of the nemesis of the undead.

This was the equipment he used on the battlefield of the last battle in the Alkasha Mountains, and apart from the lack of the items he had in his backpack at the time, even the tiniest details were missing.

The veins in his body formed a perfect cycle of their own, rushing endlessly, every inch of muscle seemed to be a sculpture, and with each breath, long and powerful, the field around his body had disappeared, replaced by the law and order that seemed to merge with the whole world.

Brando reversed his sword and slashed his fingers at the blade, and a drop of silver blood flowed out of the wound, and it was healed in an instant.

He exhaled softly.

Perfect body, silver body.

That's the pinnacle of his game.

But what is this place?

Brando looked around, finally remembering that he was in the midst of a trial, but he didn't know why the legendary Mountain Test would change his state to the last moment before crossing into this world.

Could it be that this trial is purely for the soul?

He had just come up with this thought in his heart, and another cold wind came to his face, and the cold north wind seemed to hit him in the face like a knife, so cold that he almost felt his skin crack, and he didn't dare to touch his cheeks, for fear that there would be a few openings there, and in this extreme environment, the blood would freeze and crack and scab before it flowed out, and it was not impossible to accidentally tear off a piece of skin on his face.

…… (To be continued......)