Speaking of the Trench Snow Mountains in the far north of Syrnia, the Eternal Ice Coffin. Then I have to mention that modern historians have finally concluded the conclusions after archaeological excavations.

The Eternal Ice Coffin, a place with a severely unscientific climate, is very likely to seal an ice elemental god underground. Elemental creatures break through from the lord level and then break through, and the power it has can become gods. For this view, it has been agreed by the vast majority of people in the Divine Grace Continent.

In the past, a Water Elemental Lord pointed out that the Eternal Ice Coffin, judging from the memories in the inheritance, could indeed be the sleeping place of an elemental god.

"That's it?" Ide looked at the people detained in the station detention center and asked the little fox standing beside him.

In fact, Ide just confirmed it, and rushed at the extremely thick hair in front of him, and Ide himself also had some belief in his heart that this might really be a visitor from the Eternal Ice Coffin.

The thick flaxen hair was casually draped, and the beard on his face was full of hair, through which only a pair of small brown eyes and a red wine nose could be seen, and the already bulging figure was thickened with the help of this hair and beard.

The bearded man was wearing the black iron handcuffs produced by the Guya Alchemy Workshop on his hands, and he was shouting dissatisfiedly, and Id, who had been given language talent by the gods, heard the bearded man's shouting, and his eyes suddenly turned black.

me, what is this thing talking about? It turns out that the language talent bestowed by the gods is sometimes unreliable. This made Pope Ede, who was originally full of confidence and ready to run over as a translator, directly dumbfounded.

"Your Highness, the language of this Excellency cannot be translated by me. I have some impressions of this language, and if I remember correctly, my grandfather should have studied it, but there was definitely not much involved. It's too out of the way. In the past, there was a tribe at the foot of the Great Snow Mountains that used to speak this language. My grandfather thought it was probably just a language passed down from a small tribe. An old man in a black bachelor's robe who was holding a cane and seemed to be able to reach it as soon as the wind blew, while using his mental power to control and look at the ancient handwriting in front of him, reported to Yide.

This old gentleman is an old professor of linguistics and magic patterns specially obtained by Ide from Valedelle, and is now named vice president of a branch of Guya College. His family has been sorting out the languages and magic patterns of the Divine Grace Continent for generations. The old gentleman in front of him is a language master known as the all-night three Chinese languages and two ancient languages, and he is also a grand master of magic patterns who masters four different types of magic patterns.

Ide nodded in understanding and told the old gentleman to go down and rest. Then he glanced at the little fox and pointed to the bearded man in front of him, "Little fox, help this friend take off the handcuffs first, this thing is useless." ”

"Huh?" Id's request made the little fox stunned for a moment, but as a good former papal knight. In the Cult of Ancient God, obedience to orders was the most basic requirement for a knight of the Church. Following Id's instructions, the little fox asked his men to remove the handcuffs from the distant visitor.

"Darkiron handcuffs, I know this thing, and I still put forward the design idea. This thing can only work on warriors below level four. To be honest, I'm glad that this friend didn't hurt people because of this. A strong person whose mental fluctuations have reached level seven. Ide glanced at the handcuffs and returned to the handcuffs, and his eyes returned to the spherical man, revealing a friendly smile.

A seventh-level powerhouse was handcuffed very rudely, and it was quite face-saving that people didn't fight. A hint of happiness flashed in Ed's heart. Fortunately, I came early.

But then again. The power of this seventh-level powerhouse in front of him is too weird, right? The physical body should have the level of a fourth-level warrior, but the spiritual power is thick to a realm.

If Yide's spiritual power is pure "quality", then the spiritual power of the person in front of him is rough and terrifying. The rich spiritual power seems to have been forcibly poured into his body, and finally he relied on the terrifying amount of life to support him into a seventh-level powerhouse.

Ide easily sensed that the person in front of him wanted to make sure that he wouldn't hurt anyone. put a ban on himself. The strong spiritual power was firmly sealed in the body in this way.

"Level seven?" The little fox was stunned for a moment, and opened his mouth wide in astonishment with everyone present. The great writer is a little mentally deranged now, I heard it right, this sloppy-looking guy turned out to be a seventh-level powerhouse?

It's a seventh-level powerhouse, and you're still sitting in a woolen overlord car, so you can fly directly to your destination. The little fox looked at the sloppy wine trough in front of him with a puzzled expression. His eyes were full of happiness, but fortunately, he just did things according to the rules and didn't do anything out of the ordinary, otherwise he would have caused a big problem.

Language barrier? Fortunately, I have a skill that is almost forgotten by myself, and it is not a skill, and I read words.

Compared with spiritual communication, Yide's words are more advanced, what Yide wants to express, can be clearly and intuitively communicated in the other party's heart, the specific use of Yide himself does not know, I feel that this skill is like his own talent, and it can be used naturally. This may be an instinctive skill that you have cultivated by communicating with the gods.

Looking at this strangely dressed and out-looking seventh-level powerhouse, staring at him with his eyes, Yide couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

I saw him take out a bag with a strong herbal smell from his arms, and after the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, he closed his eyes and swallowed the herbs in his hand.

In an instant, the strange appearance of the strong man, his cheeks instantly turned red, his forehead was bruised, and an ancient azure magic pattern appeared on his forehead, and an inexplicable majesty emanated from him.

Except for Id, everyone present took a few steps back.

"Uh, what are you doing here?" A peaceful voice sounded from the heart of the strong man who swallowed the bitter medicine, and the bitter force who was bitter by the elder's medicine and wanted to spit out the bile naturally didn't notice the source of the sound, but thought that the exchange medicine produced by the clan elder was really a high-quality product, and it took effect in three minutes, but it didn't take more than ten seconds to have an effect.

Wait, under the potion that was so bitter just now that you can go to the Lechuan Road, maybe three minutes have passed, maybe you haven't noticed?

"Gulgul Gullah! (I am Aragorn, the messenger of the totem god Swamp, from the back of the Great Snow Mountain, and convey the oracle of my god.) ）”

The big man with a wine trough nose looked up at everyone, cleared his throat, and said quite quickly. The clan elder did not know how to make the communication potion that only had an effect of fifteen minutes, and for this reason Aragorn had to cherish every minute and every second.

However, as soon as the words were finished, the wine trough nose was suddenly dumbfounded, he was right to speak, why did this group of people around him still look dazed. Damn, could it be that the old dizzy guy of the clan took the wrong potion? I especially knew that those old men couldn't hold up the wall at the critical moment.

This is the oracle of the swamp god, and if it can't be clearly conveyed to the people on the other side of the snow-capped mountain, wouldn't it be a big problem. Aragorn scratched his hair with a headache, and selectively ignored the words he had just heard, only when he was hallucinated by the cheating father's broken medicine.

"The back of the Great Snow Mountain?" Aragorn's mind was experiencing auditory hallucinations again. But the next moment, Aragorn suddenly came back to his senses, what kind of auditory hallucination, the sound that sounded from the bottom of his heart, this is not suitable for the great and noble swamp god!

, did you attract the attention of the totem god on the back side of the Great Snow Mountain, so as to communicate with yourself? As an envoy of the swamp god, you must not lose face.

As an oracle, Aragorn was naturally quite familiar with the method of communication in his heart, and he was in his spirit, communicating with the voice that sounded in his heart with a look of reverence that listened to the oracle.

"A great and noble existence on the back side of the Great Snow Mountain, Aragorn, the messenger of the swamp god, greets you!" (To be continued......)