The idol of Aurul is made of a single block of ice, and the 'Evil Breaker' pierces through its breasts. The statue of the god, which was more than three meters tall, was shattered and collapsed with a clamour.

The halls of Winter are covered with white ice edges, the floors are covered with frozen and curled corpses of believers, and the walls are filled with holes caused by the blast of spells. The frescoes on the ceiling of the dome shattered, and a large amount of inlaid glass fell.

'Swift Shadow' was the worst, it was blasted to smithereens, and only rotten bones remained. Todd and the other orcs were still swinging axes to slash Oluel's shrine, as if they were violently demolishing.

Alcy collapsed due to overload, and her body could not bear it. Sheilly and the leprechauns are running over, hoping to help her.

The Advanced Flame Explosion Technique blasted out a scorched black at the door of the hall, and Zhou Qingfeng stood in front of the blown floor, staring at the collapsed and cracked statue of the god Oluel.

The shattered ice cube of the idol stopped in mid-air as time stopped again.

Sha'er didn't leave, and coldly scolded Zhou Qingfeng's disrespect - considering the status of the other party's powerful divine power, this was already an extremely spoiled behavior.

"Dear Daughter of the Secret, how many questions do I want to ask?" Zhou Qingfeng looked at the fragment of the idol of Aulul in front of him, and a vague and deep shadow reflected on the translucent ice.

Just looking at the figure of the god brought a strong spiritual impact to Zhou Qingfeng. As soon as he asked, he fell into a stupor, his brain blank, and gradually eroded by the darkness.

Admire, love, admire, unconditionally God-given soul with.

...... hum, Sha'er snorted coldly, making Zhou Qingfeng wake up from the charm of no resistance. She said sarcastically: "You human beings have always been unable to restrain your inner curiosity, trying to peek into the face of God. ”

Zhou Qingfeng closed his eyes, his heart palpitated, sweating profusely, and his brain was in pain like a pinprick in pain. He swore he had just inadvertently looked at it and was captured in one fell swoop. He could only bow his head......

Sha'er continued, "You still want to know the secret of Imasca? ”

Zhou Qingfeng made a request before. He froze and said again: "The Imaska civilization has been destroyed for thousands of years, and its writing has become unintelligible.

As someone associated with the Imasca civilization, I hope to master this dead script. You, who rule the secret and the darkness, should be the only one who can satisfy me. ”

The sycophants were too untechnical, but Sha'er's cold voice turned to a coquettish smile again.

"Victor, it's useless for you to please me, one of my priesthoods is 'secret', and I never reveal secrets to the outside world. Unless ......"

Zhou Qingfeng knew what Sha'er's 'unless' was, but he quickly continued, "A secret that is completely unknown is not a secret, only what is sought after but difficult to obtain is a secret." Am I right? ”

Oh......, Sha'er let out an inexplicable whisper.

The gloved palm slapped Zhou Qingfeng's shoulder again. A soft sigh sounded slowly, and the goddess whispered as if she were complaining, "If only my followers were as smart as you." I wish you could be my voter. ”

With this light pat, Zhou Qingfeng's attribute list naturally jumped out. Not only did he rise to the rank 6 'Tyrant', but the 'Imaska Magical Writing Mastery' that had not been moving at all had skyrocketed.

From 2 percent to 10 percent.

The 'Gate of True Knowledge' spell learning price has been reduced by one-tenth of what it used to be. Third-order arcane arts, such as 'Fireball', can be mastered with a thousand bonds.

Zhou Qingfeng's maid was also promoted to the fifth level, and the soul quality was raised to red, reaching the first hurdle of greatly increasing strength. But just as he happily wanted to make another request, the effect of time stopped and disappeared.

"Victor. Hugo, don't be too greedy. The goddess's tone turned cold again.

The Ice Idol of Auruel fell with a bang, smashing the orc warriors who were slashing the god platform and hurriedly fled. Alsie's body was overwhelmed and fell into a deep sleep.

The noisy sound sounded again, letting people know that they were on the battlefield.

As soon as Zhou Qingfeng turned around, Sha'er had already left, and everything was as usual.

"Victor, Alcee's energy furnace is broken." Healy shouted. She tried to lift the witch queen up, but Alcee's body was so heavy that ordinary people couldn't do it.

Zhou Qingfeng pinched his head, facing the mess all over the place, thinking about whether to read the file and start again.

A miserable howl rang out in the Hall of Winter, "I have made meritorious contributions to the territory, and I have suffered for my comrades. You can't do this to me. I want to see the master, I want to see the master! ”

The orc warrior avoided the fragments of the Ice Idol and inadvertently stepped on a dead horse's head. The bone-pounded monster had a slumpy head and was kicked into a corner by the orc warriors.

Zhou Qingfeng picked up the head and found that his mount had been blown up to only one head.

The soul of the 'Shadow' was greatly weakened by the explosion, and he was crying inside the monster's skull, "Master, I think I can save it again." ”

"Alright, alright, don't make trouble." Zhou Qingfeng threw the monster's head to an orc warrior to carry, and by the way, let the cavalry team outside come in to clean up the battlefield.

Looking around the messy Winter Hall, all the nobles who tried to resist were frozen to death, but Rao still had a breath left.

Todd went over to dig up Rao's body, and the fallen chief suddenly stepped forward and vomited blood, cursing a few words, "Victor. Hugo, you won this one, and the next one is waiting for you.

Fils. Long Legs hates you more than I do. Coldwind City is now empty, and the careerists of the Northland will take turns to pounce on it and bite this piece of fat. You ......, you ......"

Rao suddenly spoke, startling Todd. The orc had a violent temper, and when he found that it was a dead man's hard mouth, he swung his fist and beat him down.

"If you want to die, you dare to scare me? You've got a lot of bullshit, shut up! Todd wore metal finger cuffs on his fist, and after a few punches, Rao's head became a bowl of unsteady tofu flowers scattered all over the ground.

Zhou Qingfeng jumped onto the collapsed god platform, ignoring the shattered ice god statue, and pulled out his 'evil breaker' heavy sword from the wall behind the god platform.

The sword had previously slaughtered the body of the Sage of the murder god Ciric, and this time it pierced through the idol possessed by the frost goddess Aurul.

Zhou Qingfeng grasped the hilt of the sword and noticed a change in its attributes - second-level enchantment, against undead creatures, against cold and negative energy, to detect evil, and there was a 1 in 10 chance of freezing the opponent in the slash.

'Breaking the Evil' was originally a bright silver alloy steel sword body, but now its appearance has become translucent. Holding it, a chill came out, and the sword body was bubbling with cold air, faintly surrounded by ice crystals.

Kudos ......, weapons have also been upgraded.

This result can't be said to be bad, Zhou Qingfeng saved a file and decided to look at the situation and then consider it.

The night of fighting ended by five o'clock in the morning. The sky is shimmering, and the sun is about to rise.

Walking out of the Winter Hall and taking a breath of cool air, no one in the entire Cold Wind City could no longer pose a threat to Zhou Qingfeng.

Members of the cavalry team went in and out, summoning officers from the Inspectorate to search the entire city lord's mansion and clear all enemies.

Seeing the shattered idols, seeing the dead nobles, and thinking back to the shocking changes in the city last night, especially the tornado of flames that shone throughout the city at night......

No one can fail to be in awe of their lord.

Now there are no long-legged families, no Arad families. Whether it is a nobleman or a wizarding order, all the old elites have been cleansed.

There are no internal constraints.

When the first rays of sunlight illuminate the towering spire of the Lord's Mansion, the whole city glows with a new color. All power is in the hands of one person.

Victor. Hugo, the true master of Coldwind City, the new king of the Northlands.