Lowe sat back down at the charcoal brazier in the tent, and after a moment's thought, he didn't hesitate to reach out and pull out of his bosom what he had almost forgotten.

That small cloth bag that looks like a "sachet" in the old days.

The bag had been given to Lowe by Caroline, who was attached to the Marquis of Begu, and was given to Lowe by Billy Dupont, who had come from the depths of the ice fields and had founded the Alik Hunter Company, but was now too weak to return home.

The only thing in Luo's body that could have something to do with Bingyuan might only be the contents of this cloth bag.

Lowe had not opened the bag, and his former companion Caroline had told him that Mr. Billy wanted Lowe to open it after he had finally stepped into the ice field, on top of it, and promised that it might bring Lo some kind of luck.

Lowe is extremely interested in such a thing as luck, so although he doesn't quite believe that there is anything that can bring luck to people in this damn era, Lowe still chooses to follow Billy's advice. Even though he had only met Mr. Billy once, it was briefly in a not-so-pleasant atmosphere.

To the dying words of a dying old man, Lowe finally showed rare respect.

Now that Lowe is in the ice field, he needs more luck to deal with the situation outside. So Lowe opened the bag and pulled out the small, delicate, perfect work of art inside.

The artwork is indeed carved from hedron and is a full baby's fist-sized head.

The crystal clear lilac bone surface, the fluid that lingers inside the bone like smoke, without the slightest flaw in the carving, even the most advanced carving technology in the new era can never reach this level of perfection.

It was so perfect, so perfect that it didn't seem to be carved, but a real creature's head.

Luo, who is accustomed to being familiar with the weaknesses of his opponents through dissection, has an understanding of the structure of the human skull that goes deep into the bone marrow. This small amethyst skull, whether it is the structure of the skull, the proportion of the bone plates that bite together, and even the position of the fissure in the eye socket are not the slightest different from the human skull.

It's just that if you really think of it as a human, or the head of some kind of humanoid, it seems too small.

There weren't many humanoids that Luo had seen, maybe only the two wildlings outside the Lost Trench who were clearly independent and even raised their middle fingers at each other.

He was sure he had never seen a humanoid with such a small head and yet a strikingly similar structure to a human skull.

Luo decided not to think about whether this thing was some kind of creature's head or not, and the first thing he had to solve was the thorny question of what to do with it.

Although he had never seen purple ice, Luo faintly felt that the material used to carve this delicate and strange head should be what Steven called "Ice Spirit Stone".

In other words, some people on the ice sheet refer to the skull material that makes up some unknown creature as "ice stone".

Because from the moment it was taken out, the messy footsteps outside the tent became louder and more irritated, and faintly mixed with Steven's angry scolding.

Steven eventually joined the ranks of guarding the supply point, which only meant that the ghost leeches beneath the ice had become more frantic due to the excitement, and they should have smelled the scent of this amethyst skull.

Luo's instinct is still asleep, or rather, the instinct has already woken up, but it is deliberately avoiding this crisis, avoiding the ice field, and avoiding the possibility of being detected by the ice field to the greatest extent.

This impeccable amethyst head should hold some secrets that Luo doesn't know, such as a poignant epic, or an ancient and mysterious legend.

But none of that matters anymore, Lowe no longer plans to explore the unknowns about it, and survival is the most important thing compared to satisfying his curiosity.

Lowe had considered just throwing it away, in an inconspicuous corner of the Endless Ice Plain. It was the easiest way to do it, but as soon as he had this idea, it was ruthlessly stifled.

The palpitations that came from the depths of his soul made Luo realize that if he did this, Ice Yuan would eventually get this thing. And Lo himself may forever lose the luck that allowed him to survive tenaciously.

Keep it or destroy it entirely, and the wilderness will continue to favor Lowe. Discarding or losing it will cause it to eventually fall into the arms of the ice field, and Lo will lose the favor of the wilderness.

Old Billy's luck didn't seem to have come, but instead brought a lot of trouble to Lowe. In other words, this luck does not come from the wilderness, but from this mysterious and eternal land of ice fields.

In the absence of instinct, Lowe ends up choosing to deal with the impending crisis in his own unique way.

This exquisite work of art was finally placed in the palm of his hand, and Luona's slender five fingers slowly clenched, and the force increased little by little, and the destructive power possessed by the super-level ability erupted unreservedly.

Yes, Lowe decided to destroy it completely. He was going to take it out of cracks, crush it into countless pieces, crush it into fine powder, and swallow it all into his stomach.

Then, Lo's cells would wrap the unknown being tightly and devour it bit by bit until it disappeared completely, as if it had never existed.

Luo was absolutely confident that as long as he was wrapped in his own cells, those beings who had fallen into a complete madness under the thick ice would never have a chance to smell it again.

As long as he let his cells swallow it, Luo will completely get rid of the indelible brand of being branded, get rid of the troubles of being entangled by ghost ice leeches, have the qualifications to dive into the endless darkness again, and also have the right to enjoy more favors in the wilderness.

If instinctively willing to cooperate, Luo was not going to treat an old man's dying gift in such a rude way. But in the face of a huge crisis, dominated by a strong desire to survive, everything else becomes less important.

A low, angry roar was faintly heard throughout the ice field. The gloomy sky on top of the ice field seemed to be lower, and the cold wind of the ice field with a strange smell howled, across the destroyed frozen soil, across the blue-black ice surface where the war was still pervasive, and blew into the mysterious and silent depths of the ice field, which was always covered by endless wind and snow.

The depths of the ice fields were foggy, and the endless wind and snow roared, obscuring the low, gloomy sky, and all that came through the wilderness. Covet the sight of the mysteries of life in the ice fields.

In the snow, the outline of a magnificent and ancient temple faintly appeared, and the ancient and majestic pillars around the temple pierced the sky, while guarding the temple strictly, it also isolated the never-ending wind and snow of the ice field.

"The fifth key, I smell the fifth key! Awaken from your slumber, my devout believers who have fallen into a deep sleep, and follow God's guidance to find this lost key and bring it to me. ”

A faint voice came from within the majestic temple, old and decaying, but spreading to every corner of the depths of the ice field.

"The lost key has finally appeared, and the whistle will finally sound when you return home......"