The Barbarian Continent is just about to enter early winter, and in the Central Empire, this will be the last wind and snow of this late winter, and the last cold invasion.

What exactly is a dream? What are the eternal dreams in the world?

Wandering through nothingness, walking slowly, not knowing what to look for.

When I finally reached the end of the maple forest, I saw the endless sea.

The blue sky and the clear sea water merge together, watching the ebb and flow of the tide, looking at the surging waves, people can't help but have a moment to think, close their eyes and let the sound of the tide fill their ears, the rumbling sound of the rising tide is a march in the process of life, attracting Aaron to accept the immersion of nature.

It was only a sudden gust of wind and other torrential rain that destroyed all this, and Aaron looked around in surprise, looking for the lost sea and maple leaves, but all he found was an ogre's face washed from the rainstorm.

The sudden palpitation pulled Aaron back to reality and made him react that it was not a beautiful sight, but a dream.

In this sun-re-shone, thick layer of snow beneath an unknown snow cave.

The eyes of the two men who were entangled together without clothes were opening almost at the same time.

From the perspective of the Judgment Angel of the Warriors of Haoran Holy City, the eyes that were close at hand were very strange and sharp. It's like a bottomless pit that can capture people's souls, and anyone who touches the eyes of this release will fall into it.

And in Aaron's pupils, the pair of eyes that met him, especially when looking sideways, a pair of eyes that went from being scared to completely wide open, first showed shock and disbelief, and then all sharp hostility.

"Heart-piercing spear~~"

"Trial Liquidation ~~"

Two cold cheers, staggered at the same time.

At the moment when the snow cave collapsed, after all, it was Aaron who was faster. The bright temple equipment covered his body in the blink of an eye.

A second before the giant sword appeared in the opponent's hand, Aaron's hand flashed with silver light, hitting the enemy in the abdomen.

Then he kicked forward with one leg, and with a beautiful borrowing, he jumped high, rushed out of the snow like lightning, and landed in a half-squat like lightning.

The snow powder shook and drifted, and the thick combat boots stood steadily on the snow field as if iron sheets were being absorbed by magnets.

Set off the collapse of the snow behind you. The scarlet cloak whipped in the wind, and under the resolute horsehair heavy helmet, a pair of eyes shone with the brilliance of wisdom, sharp and detailed. While looking at this snowfield, it rotates vividly.

In the open field of view of a warrior. An expanse of white snow. The trees that occasionally peeked out of the snow still stubbornly grew upward, swaying with the bitter northwest wind, as if deliberately despising the dying winter.

For example, when a strong person sees a snowfield, his heart must be very arrogant.

And in a lonely, weak perspective, such a scene. It must have looked very bleak. Looking around, there is nothing moving except white snow and snow, as if putting people in a desolate world. There was nothing left but the cold.

Unfortunately, in just two minutes, Aaron experienced both of these feelings. So much so that he crooked the corners of his mouth, outlining a helpless wry smile, "Kill the first woman with skin kisses, and then stand helplessly on a white snowfield." The journey of the king, the loneliness of the king, and all the numbness and coldness are probably nothing more than the situation in front of them! ”

A circle of scarlet mist emanated from his body, and the dark sorcerer's evil binding magic remained in Aaron's body, currently exerting its strongest effect.

With the tingling sensation on his back and the feeling of weakness all over his body, the temple armor gradually disappeared from Aaron's body, and if he hadn't tried his best, I am afraid that he would not even have the spear in his hand left.

After all, Aaron's memory of last night is not very clear.

In addition to remembering some fragmentary images, and being healed by the Angel of Judgment. Some of the specific details are very vague.

"At present, it seems that this so-called divine healing does not heal people, but only treats broken muscles and bones, leaving skin trauma on the surface of the body."

Feeling the injuries that were still rolling and stinging, in these eyes, except for the flames that continued to burn, most of the rest of the colors were obviously worried.

After all, in such weather, and in the current situation, flesh wounds can torment people with unbearable pain, and when they are seriously worse, they can be fatal.

Not to mention, the bouts of vertigo told Aaron that it was a clear sign of severe blood loss.

The thin white robe is tattered, and the feeling of stepping barefoot in the snow for a long distance can only be understood by those who have experienced it.

Aaron raised his head and looked at the wisps of light mist floating from the sky like ribbons floating in the air, and the two ends of the ribbons were tied to the mountains in the distance and the endless snowfields at his feet.

"The negative bondage of the dark warlock, it will take two and a half days."

The hint of data made Aaron feel dignified.

Although it doesn't take long to resume the calling, if you want to get through these two and a half days, you have to ask for help.

The Central Empire is a thriving empire that should be able to find villages as it moves forward with its back to the mountains.

Tightening his thin robes, Aaron was on a spear and crutch, moving very slowly. A cold wind swept by, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Dragging his weak body, step by step, he walked forward with difficulty. These two and a half days have only just begun.

…………

Half an hour later, Aaron's arms were already clasped to his chest, but he still couldn't stop the chill that soaked into his body.

Stepping on the thick snow to continue walking, he rubbed his hands, sighed in his mouth, opened his hand and saw that there was a thin layer of frost in his palm.

When the palm and spear froze together, Aaron's face was covered with white frost. Aside from the mechanical steps, all he could do at the moment was to touch each other's stiff upper and lower lips with his tongue from time to time, and in this way, he felt that his body no longer belonged to him.

The sight has long been covered by the hoarfrost condensed on the eyelashes, and all you can see is the indomitable and perseverance in the depths of your heart.

The journey of the king is a distant and lonely road.

Whether or not you can reach your final destination is sometimes a matter of providence.

With a brave blood, even if I fall down on this road, I say in my heart that I have exhausted my last breath, and then smile at the sky and sleep without regrets!

Aaron's steps may seem faltering, but what supports him is the courage of a brave man, and he firmly and confidently says to himself, "Try again, try again......"

Six hours later, he knew he was alive, but he didn't know how long he would last.

It felt as if the veins had frozen, and as if the door of death had opened in front of him. (To be continued......)