At night, the wind in the northern snowfields is bitterly cold, as usual.

The clouds cleared, and the stars were brighter tonight, spilling over the edge of the endless Asgard Mountains, illuminating the frozen soil that had been covered in snow and frost for years.

The night was hazy, and the Asgardian Mountains in the distance were like majestic shadows, one after the other, gray and blurry, like a monotonous sketch soaked in water.

A thinly dressed woman stood under a spruce tree near the peak, standing with her hands in her hands, and the north wind, which was strong enough to freeze people's limbs, swept past her and let out a wild howl, but she did not notice it, but quietly looked at the snowy peaks in the distance like sharp swords reaching into the sky.

Those steep thousand-meter snow peaks in front of you have stood in the north for thousands of years, towering into the clouds, overlooking all living beings, seemingly majestic and heroic, and the spirit is extraordinary, but they can only look at each other from a distance, and they will never be able to reach each other.

Isn't this a form of loneliness?

The wind suddenly stopped.

The earth was painted with a strange ice blue, and the icy blue luster rippled in the air, and the unbridled north wind stopped screaming and was as silent as an honest child.

The canopy of the spruce drooped its head in the stillness of the wind, as if bowing to a powerful presence that had descended suddenly.

The Ice and Snow Magister, dressed in a blue Ice Wind robe, slowly descended from the sky and landed next to a cedar tree, and the night breeze blew beside her, bringing a little bit of light blue ice chips, slowly rising in the air, like frost in the air, with a stunning beauty.

Agnes stopped in the snow and looked at the moving woman standing next to the cedar tree looking at the jagged snowy peaks of the mountains in the distance, her cold and indifferent eyes flashed a hint of softness, "Your Highness, come back to the dynasty with me." ”

Standing under the tree, Kayan turned his head and glanced at the great mage beside him, who had been famous in the Dragon Lance Dynasty for a long time, and bowed slightly to show respect, "Master Agnes, did your uncle invite you here?"

"It's not Thales, he's not qualified yet. ”

Agnes said lightly, "Of course, His Royal Highness has always cared about you, he is not worried about you alone, he once wrote to me to quietly follow you, responsible for protecting your safety, worried that some people will be bad for you." ”

Kayan smiled slightly, "I think that letter must have been frozen into ice cubes by you and thrown away, where do I need someone to protect me now?"

"My brothers have been looking at me for a long time, but even if they knew that I had left the fortress without permission, they wouldn't be so stupid as to think that they could assassinate me by sending someone to me, even if they could call on the best killers in the Hunters' Guild. ”

Agnes was indifferent, still expressionless, "Of course, I thought so at first, I thought that Thales's worries were purely unnecessary, so I didn't take it seriously. ”

"After all, you are the best dragon vein of the dynasty's generation, with your current strength, unless that old thing in Alexander goes crazy and sneaks into the north to kill you, otherwise, who can hurt you in the entire north?"

Agnes said lightly, "It wasn't until I received a magical message from one of my old classmates in Dawnbreaker, Laplace, warning me that the guy from the Sky Doom might have sneaked into the North, that I made up my mind to take a trip to the Northlands. ”

Remembering what happened to him in Winterfell and the battle with the gray dragon, Kayan asked, "What exactly is the Sky Canopy Dragon Temple?"

Agnes exhaled softly, her frost-white eyebrows, which seemed to stretch for eternity like a snowy mountain, wrinkled slightly, "Your Highness, I warn you, it's best never to inquire about that place, especially for you dragon veiners, that place is very dangerous. ”

Seeing the rare serious expression on Agnes' face, Kayan was stunned for a moment.

Agnes didn't seem to want to dwell on this topic, and her tone became tougher, "Your Highness, please hurry up and follow me back to the dynasty, it's not appropriate to stay here for a long time." ”

Kayan looked at the sky and thought, "Is it related to the vision that appeared in the sky a few dozen days ago?"

Agnes' robe fluttered lightly, "You've noticed?"

"The whole of Winterfell is gone, and I don't think it's possible not to notice. Kayan said.

"When it comes to the City of Daybreak, I can't explain much because of the oath, I can only tell you that the ruins of an ancient existence have been opened, and not long ago, I fought with a powerful red dragon that descended, and all signs indicate that the Sky Canopy Dragon Temple has noticed this place, and you must leave quickly. Agnes persuaded.

But Kayan continued to ask, "Master Agnes, what exactly is the Heavenly Canopy Dragon Temple, and what is the ancient ruin you are talking about, and why did Winterfell disappear?"

She suddenly remembered what the Great Wizard had said to her in the wasteland, "And what does all this have to do with that legendary wheel of fortune?"

Hearing the title "Wheel of Fortune", Agnes's complexion changed slightly, and the expression between her eyebrows became more stern, "Your Highness, you have asked too much. ”

Gayan looked into Agnes' eyes with a clear look, "I have to know. ”

Agnes frowned, "Do you know that these are important to you? Actually, the questions you asked don't mean anything to you, you shouldn't care about these things, Kayan." ”

Her tone was extremely harsh.

"You are the purest bloodline and the most capable one among the new generation of dragon veins, and you are the hope for the future of the Dragon Lance Dynasty. ”

Agnes' cold, ice-like voice echoed in Kayan's ears. "Leading countless dynasty knights to expand the territory and plant the banner of the dragon lance in every corner of the continent, this is your mission,"

Agnes looked at Gayan calmly, "As for those things outside of the world, such as the Heavenly Canopy Dragon Temple, such as the relics left by the powerful existence that has been opened, it is not something you should consider, nor can you consider, that is the task of those people in the World Tree Council. ”

Kayan thought about the last scene before leaving Winterfell, the boy walking down the long street, alone with the lonely back of the dragon, and in the dark, she felt that it all seemed to be related to Constantine.

Since it's his business, then, of course, it's her business.

Kayan's pride would not allow her to bow her head in the face of unknown forces, even if the encounter in Winterfell had proven that the power and abilities of the mysterious being called the Heavenly Canopy Dragon Temple were completely beyond her knowledge.

"I'm sorry, Master, I'm not leaving. Kayan shook his head, "I'm going to wait for someone, and I know that if he's still alive, he'll come back to me." ”

Agnes gazed carefully at Kayan's determined expression, and at his slightly pale and haggard face after several days of continuous trekking, and a deep worry and pity flashed in her eyes.

She didn't ask who the others were, but sighed inaudibly, "What if the person you're waiting for is dead? ”

Kayan looked at the end of his vision, the snow peak that had been illuminated by the starlight for tens of thousands of years, and was silent.

Agnes did not speak, but stood quietly under the tree with her, while looking up at the sky, and the stars were reflected in her eyes.

Looking at the thousands of miles of stars dotted over the mountains, I don't know why, Agnes couldn't help but think of the story many years ago, and remembered that many years ago, she seemed to have seen a similar scene on the peak of the City of Dawn.

The two women stood silently under the tree, Kayan gazing at the mountains of Asgard in the distance, while Agnes was lost in thought to the starry sky.

The two different directions of sight reflect the different life experiences and thoughts of their two generations.

It wasn't until a teleportation circle suddenly appeared, and the light lit up in the middle of the snow, that their eyes finally landed in the same place.

The light gradually expanded, and a wave of spatial fluctuations came out, and from the formed arcane circle, Joey and Constantine walked out.

Almost at the same time, the eyes of Constantine and Gayan met.

At that moment, the entire Northland Snow Field, in the eyes of the two, seemed to be still.

They looked at each other silently, their eyes didn't drift for a moment, and the whole world seemed to be the only two of them.

Beside him, Joey glanced at Gayan, and then his gaze fell in the direction of Agnes, his eyes full of vigilance.

He knew this old classmate and current old rival very well, although Agnes had a cold personality and never asked about the world, but she was still a mage of the dynasty, a dragon lance woman who put the interests of the country first.

In order to consolidate the future rule of the Dragonlance Dynasty over the North, it is not impossible for her to act while knowing the identity of Constantine.

Whether it was as Constantine's commander or out of consideration for the hostile relationship between the Holy Empire and the Dragonlance Dynasty, Joey, as an Imperial Magister, would never sit idly by and watch Agnes harm Constantine, who was a survivor of the Winter family.

Even if Agnes is a frost forbidden spell mage from the Famous Continent, at this distance, facing an arcane master like Joey, she must concentrate and go all out.

But her attention fell entirely on Constantine.

Although Constantine did not look at her the whole time, it was as if Agnes, who exuded a rich smell of ice and snow, was just a dispensable air.

If anyone is ignored like this, I'm afraid they will be angry, not to mention the "Frozen Empress" with an indifferent and arrogant personality.

But Agnes was not angry.

It was the first time she had seen the rumored teenager, but there was a natural sense of familiarity, like a reunion of old friends.

In Constantine, she found a few familiar breaths, the breath of the woman in white.

Kayan stared at Constantine fixedly, he hadn't seen him for dozens of days, the young mage's face was as delicate as in his memory, but under closer inspection, there was a unique perseverance and strength in the northern country.

The black mage robes on Constantine's body did not move in the cold wind, just like the black walls of Winterfell that had been blown by wind, frost, rain and snow for thousands of years, quiet, peaceful, but indestructible.

Although Winterfell is now a legend that is lost forever.

Everything seemed exactly the same as when they met on the snowy field.

But Gayan felt that Constantine seemed to have undergone a major change in his body today, but she couldn't say what the specific change was.

She looked at the young man in front of her, and suddenly felt a little strange, and felt that Constantine standing in front of her seemed to have become as distant and lonely as the snowy peaks standing in the distance.

At this moment, however, Constantine walked up to Kayan, gently hugged her, and said, "I'm back." ”

He had rushed all the way from the depths of the mountains to here, just to say that.

Because he knew that she would definitely wait for him here, and this had nothing to do with the fate induction brought about by Odin's soul instinct, it was purely an intuition as an ordinary person.

Hearing these gentle words, Kayan felt that the estrangement between the two seemed to disappear all at once, and she rested her head on Constantine's shoulder and smiled, "Welcome back." ”

Looking at the two people gently hugging each other on the snow, Joey coughed a few times in embarrassment, waved his wide mage robe, and quietly walked to the other side, turning away from looking.

Agnes' slightly sarcastic voice fell into Joey's ears through the wind, "I can't see that someone like you can blush." ”

Joey snorted heavily, and with the spiritual power of the Magister, he transmitted spiritual fluctuations to the other party: "This shows that my old man is essentially a great Magus who is extremely cultivated and disciplined, and he is not a person from the same way as an ice mounds like you." ”

Agnes's mental fluctuations were like her voice, filled with a cold taste: "Oh, how do I remember, when I first entered the City of Dawn, a certain shameless arcanist ran up to me and talked nonsense, and proudly performed the boring arcane art he invented, and I directly cast a spell and froze it into an ice sculpture. ”

Involving the "painful" experience years ago, Joey was naturally not to be outdone, and viciously put up a gesture of contempt: "Old woman, if you want to fight, just say it." ”