At the same time, Aldrich Triss, who was patrolling the Earldom of Breta, continued his moderate abolitionist style. Unlike the previous smooth settlement, the Grand Knight of Virtue did not have the captured children of the Bretta family, so there was no beginning with a good personal friendship, and the so-called village patrol was met with lukewarm resistance.

In the town of Iron Boots, with a population of less than 5,000, due to the social unrest caused by the defeat in the foreign war, the uninformed local lord recently learned that the serfs he owned would be granted a reason for themselves, which seriously violated his Harold traditions, so he encouraged his son-in-law, a strong man like a giant bear in human form, to challenge Aldrich Triss in an open way, trying to solve the culprit of his territory in this "just" way.

The accompanying clerk quickly provided relevant information to the Grand Knight of Virtue: "Moandor, a warrior who has been tested in the Ancient Passage, has a faint giant blood, and his hands can freeze everything he touches, and he must not let his frost claws touch it. ”

According to the principle of reciprocity among the nobles, Aldrich Triss was originally dismissive of challengers who belonged to ordinary people, but when he heard that he inherited the blood of the frost giants, he seemed to be a little interested.

In the makeshift arena in the center of the town, the local lord, the father-in-law of the giant Moando, saw Aldrich Tris entering the arena and secretly compared the size of his son-in-law with a smug smile.

The burly body was similar to an ordinary person even when sitting, and he was wearing a prey from the rite of passage - a cloak peeled off by the entire winter wolf with his head, and when he looked up, he saw that the big man who was said to have swept the berserker legion on the battlefield turned out to be just an inconspicuous little man, and he couldn't help but grin.

Leaving the stump of a log the size of a log with his hands clasped together, his hands thicker than a serf's waist shook slightly, and the winter wolf's cloak slowly slid down its broad back, revealing rock-hard muscles.

His attendant put his hands into the clay pot and pulled out a puff of seal oil that had not yet been frozen, adding special herbs to it, giving off a strange fragrant fragrance.

A lump of cool grease smashed on the top of the giant Moando's head, and taking advantage of the heat, the extremely familiar gesture followed the distribution of muscle textures, quickly rubbing the front and back of his chest.

At the end of his life, the squire's right hand made three marks on his right shoulder, as if to complete some strange ritual that triggered the ointment that spread thinly on Moandor's skin.

"Nu...... Huh!"

The colorless and transparent ointment melted by the body temperature, penetrating Moandor's skin and entering his body, causing the faint sleeping ancestral bloodline to quickly awaken.

Aldrich Triss did not see his challenger clearly with his discerning eye, his body temperature rising rapidly in an abnormal way, and his skin gradually reddened like a boiled lobster.

"I thought I could see the ace warrior, but I didn't expect the lengthy prelude to be so difficult, and the descendants of the giants, symbolized by the violent force of nature, are nothing more than that!"

This was what he thought, but Aldrich Triss had no intention of despising any opponent, and had not moved his hands and feet for a long time, and with the present abundant and unimaginable source, he easily entered the state of order rage.

Lifting his foot and stomping down heavily, all the joints of the Great Knight of Virtue made a crackling sound, and the size of the half-metered Knight suddenly jumped upward, and the muscles like the dough fermented stretched horizontally, and the size was not inferior to the giant Moando.

"Miscalculated!" The lord of Iron Boots, the baron who ruled the people with brutality, saw the change of Aldrich Triss, and the golden wine glass held by the three fingers of his right hand was crushed by the brutal hand.

In order to show respect to the challenger, the Great Knight of Virtue deliberately showed his heyday of fighting, and the amazing aura of the surging tide made Moando frightened, and the originally inconspicuous knight of the Western Earth became a warrior who was not much different from himself in a blink of an eye, and the giant with the name of "Winter Wolf" had no confidence in his victory for the first time.

He couldn't help but glance at his father-in-law's side, who knew that the lord of Iron Boots Town made a gesture with his left hand that resembled a throat cutting ceremony, Mo Ando frowned in embarrassment, but he didn't flinch.

Aldrich Triss was accompanied by a core member of the Damac royal family, and it was rare to see the Grand Knight of Virtue break through the rules of reciprocity and accept the challenge of the commoners to show his true strength, even if it was a part, he was happy to see it, so he reached out to stop the actions of several court nobles who tried to interrupt the duel.

The giant Moando raised his head and roared angrily, similar to the battle cry of a berserker, emboldening himself and weakening his opponent's fighting spirit.

For ordinary people, the extremely terrifying spiritual attack, in front of Aldrich Tris, who was extremely firm in his observance, was simply a breeze blowing in his face, and he didn't pay attention to it at all.

In the temporary arena with a diameter of 50 meters, Moando's low body lowered his center of gravity, and then he fired like a ballista, and his body rushed towards Aldrich Tris like a sharp arrow.

With each step, the frost and blood traces still remained on the frozen ground, and it must have sunk into the pit of half a knuckle, and then the edge of the footprint exploded radioactively and cracked.

"A warrior worth fighting!"

Aldrich Triss was slightly moved, his radish thick fingers flexed, and the large hand of the Aoi fan clenched into a fist, and he looked at Moando's right hand that had been charging for a long time, and the steel body slammed into each other, making a tooth-aching metallic hiss.

Between the collision of the two fists, due to the amazing force, a wave of air suddenly broke out on the ground, and even the unmelted ice and snow on the ground under their feet were lifted away, and the onlookers couldn't help but close their eyes in pain.

"Whew...... For...... Wow!" The footsteps that could not help but retreat, the noisy and flying frost and dust gradually dispersed, and the onlookers who regained their sight could see the victory and defeat of both sides clearly.

The giant Moando, known as the "Winter Wolf", took three steps back, the skin of his right hand covered with shocking cracks, and the rock-like arm was rarely shattered, revealing the fresh flesh inside.

Aldrich Triss, on the other hand, did not move his feet at all, and the surface of his feet sank slightly into the frozen ground, so it was clear that he had an overwhelming advantage in the contest just now.

The faint laughter in the crowd, the resentment of being oppressed on weekdays, quietly appeared in the right place, at the right time.

The wounded beast had to suffer the humiliation of his acquaintances at the same time as he suffered his first defeat, and he fell into a complete madness, and the ancestral bloodline seemed to sense the madness of Moandor, and completely awakened from its silence and became active.

Thick white smoke rose from the crack in his right arm, like a piece of iron melted and forged again, and the beast licked the wound and quickly returned to its full state.

Particles of ice and snow from nowhere hit the ground, and pale blue frost flowers fluttered and landed on Moando's burly body.

A miraculous scene happened, and at the moment of contact with the frost, the giant's skin rippled like a circle of sparkling waves on the surface of the lake, staining his chest and back with a terrifying ice blue.

The three scratches on his right arm exuded a scorching furious aura, Moando lowered his head slightly, saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his two pale blue eyes were as deep as the blue sea.

The ice and snow in the arena were rolled up by an inexplicable attraction, clinging to the descendants of the giants who had turned into beasts through and through, gathering small into many into a pair of frost armor.

"Interesting!"

Aldrich Triss looked with amusement at the ice giants who ignited his blood and reappeared in the world, even if only at the level of a half-giant, which made him fight again.

Moando's hands were clenched, and the frost armor that awakened the ancestor's blood immediately covered his fists with a thick layer of ice, and when he looked up at his opponent in front of him, the beast once again showed its hideous claws.

An unpretentious charge straight punch, Aldrich Triss threw both fists, and the iron body of the Great Knight of Virtue was used by him with great skill.

No matter how hard the frost is, it can be a match for steel!!!

Shattered ice fell, and in the dusty mist, a pair of lifeless hands reached out and grabbed Aldrich Triss's wrist tightly.

The blue-black color of the freeze and necrosis continued to spread, and after three breaths came the elbow of the Grand Knight of Virtue, and even spread to his shoulder.

The lord of Iron Boots stood up suddenly, the originally vicious look on his face instantly turned into an inexplicable ecstasy of excitement, and he waved his hand vigorously, as if grasping the former glory that was about to disappear in the wind.

Aldrich Triss experienced the fierceness of the ice giant, even sacrificing his hands for it, and he smiled disapprovingly at the sight of the winter wolf Moando, who was gradually regaining his senses.

"Satisfied?"

The blue-black that was about to cross his elbow, the ominous frost power was instantly contained and immobilized, and then the golden flames surged out, rushing across all xenomorph sources.

Aldrich Tris's wrist instantly returned to its original state, and Moando's hands were like holding a red-hot soldering iron, and he hurriedly let go, but unfortunately the invisible flame of light continued to burn, and the once active and boiling ancestral bloodline was severely damaged and quickly fell silent.

The frost armor cracked on the spot, revealing multiple frostbitten skin on his chest and back, like a jackal with a broken back, and Moando slumped on the ground in a state of languishing.

His body exceeded the limit of his own capacity, and he was dying in the last moments of his life, and Aldrich Triss felt some pity.

Squandering abilities that don't belong to you will end up losing to a devastating rage!

This is the fate of the descendants of the Ice Giants, after all, the ancient races that disappeared on their own before the turbulent years of the old era, their inherent self-destruction has become a curse, and they are always on the lookout for future generations.

Moando, a part of the human mind, was completely awake, and his hands, which had lost the power of frost, held the friendship of Aldrich Tris.

"Thank you very much, this battle has made me have no regrets in my life! You are a great knight, I can vaguely see before I die, the shiny divine armor covering you, heh......"

This sentence seemed to touch some kind of key, and Aldrich Triss felt the faint tremor of the wall of sighs, and he immediately realized that an amazing change was taking place.

He remembered the words of the Battle of the Sewers, when he cleansed the blood chamber of the widow of the banshee.

"I hear your weeping as you hear your prayer. I have come at this call and have embraced you in my arms. I will bear your burden and let eternity begin from there......"

Moando's breath grew faint, and when he died, he heard these words as if he had lifted his own innate burden: "My master, have mercy on me, and give me eternal rest, and serve you ......forever and ever."

"In the name of Aldrich Tris, I hereby promise!"

Moando's pupils dilated, and he took his last breath, but a serene smile appeared on his face, and the hideousness that the townsfolk had familiar with was smoothed out by the redemption of the Virtue Knight.

The wall of sighs shook slightly, and soon regained its former calm, but Aldrich Tris's heart set off a great wave, for this sacred shield between the virtual and the real, the source of virtue, now lodged with a strange and familiar guest, the soul of Moando!

In the secret realm of the lake between the real and the unreal, the core area of the holiday island, the Lord of All Souls' Day let out a sigh: "It's finally begun!"

The king of the reindeer was silent and did not say anything, but the cypress trees swayed gently, and the hanging wind chimes made a crisp and pleasant sound, which was obviously more useful than any superfluous words.

The Tree of the Grotesque, with its bare branches extending out of the lake's secret realm, connects to the source of the eight virtues of Aldrich Tris, and welcomes the soul of Moando, a descendant of the Ice Giant, who has been completely purified after redemption.

"It's too late!"

Helena Selries, the oldest legend in the world, the generous hand who left the armored floatship Skyfire and came to the ground, at great risk, although she did not see Aldrich Triss redeeming the descendants of the Ice Giants, she could clearly feel that the Virtue Knight had changed radically from before.

A butterfly that breaks out of the chrysalis flappes its wet and tender wings, facing the direction of the sun, dancing gracefully.