When Bemond reached the bottom of the rock, he saw a girl with long black hair sitting on the rock with her feet dangling, staring at him with big dark eyes. The girl had skin as clear as snow, two thin eyebrows like knife cuts, beautiful eyes that seemed to have a layer of mist, and pink lips like summer flowers.

She was wearing a snow-white robe, looking fluttering, beautiful and fairy on the top of the snowy mountain. Bemmond suddenly thought of the Snowflake Nymph of the Far North in the creation myth.

"Ahem," Bemond tensed, he had barely spoken to a girl since he was a child, and the prettiest women he had ever seen were his mother and Mathilde, "that, ahem...... Hello, I don't know if you saw my brother Blake. ”

"Oh?" the girl raised an eyebrow, then lost in thought, "also called Blake Sipp?"

"Yes...... "Beysay," Bemond felt his mouth dry and his tongue seemed to be knotted, "just a black boy, a silly ......"

The girl thought about it, and suddenly it dawned on her.

She took a moment to point to the ground in front of her—and Bemond looked at it, only to see the polished Abile on the ground, next to the black bloody shirt and bandage that Blake had worn before.

"You are ......" The snow wolf's fangs fell to the ground with a thud, and the strong Bihov warrior almost fainted.

"Well, I know I'm funny. Blake grinned and slashed his sword and turned towards the stone path. "In this body, you can neither drink alcohol nor ride a horse. But my grandfather just threatened me. Said I can't dress like that anymore, and I can't make myself black with herbs, or you'll have to beat me up. ”

"You deceived me. Black. Along the narrow rocks, Bemond repeated angrily, "Thou hast betrayed our true friendship, thou hast hurt the purity of a man's heart." ”

"Dead noisy, did I say I was a man?" the girl yawned indecently, her delicate features wrinkled together. "Anyway, I was raised by my grandfather as a grandson since I was a child, and he didn't allow me to play with girls, and he didn't allow me to dress up as a girl. Forcing me to cut the cedars that are harder than stones every day. They let the dogs chase me every day—one at first, fifteen by the time I was fifteen. ”

"I was chased by dogs every day crying and bitten all over my body. Then one day, I noticed that there was a cave dog that couldn't jump in. I fled in every day. I didn't expect it to be where my grandfather practiced swords—so I watched it for 7 years. Learned the sword of Philae Inhart. But my grandfather found me, scolded me, and then packed up his baggage and drove me down the mountain. He accompanied me all the way and all the way, and finally left silently. I opened the baggage, but I saw Abile. ”

"Brother...... Black. Bemond suddenly spoke, "The position of Abile and the head can only be passed on to his grandson, right?"

"Really......" Blake was silent. She vaguely remembered when she cried and fell asleep. In his sleep, there was a pair of loving hands gently applying herbs to his wounds, and when he peeked in the cave with hatred, he had a warm gaze looking at him, and even when he opened the package sullenly. There was also a note next to the brand-new Abri: If you dare to lose Abile, I will kill you fool - a small line was written on the back of the note: "I can't beat it, don't use a sword, run back." ”

The two of them had their own concerns and went up the gradually narrowing mountain road. The trail was winding and winding, with huge boulders rising on either side, and only one person could pass at the narrowest point, and Bermond followed closely behind Blake, feeling embarrassed and nervous as he was forced by the craggy rocks to stick to the girl's back.

After walking along the mountain path for a long time, Blake suddenly jumped into a narrow cave under the rock with Bemmond, and groped his way in the darkness. Listening to the sound of dripping water in the cave, Bemond smelled a faint scent of a girl, and suddenly his heart beat like a drum, his head was dizzy, and his feet were almost unsteady. Luckily, Blake didn't notice it, and just walked slowly.

"Despicable, shameless, and obscene!" Damming himself fiercely, Bermond slapped himself twice, causing the girl to turn back in surprise, and then said angrily, "Fight mosquitoes!"

"Oh, no wonder I feel like a bug crawling on the back of my neck. The girl's answer made Bemond even more ashamed, and she suddenly stopped, pointed not far away, and said, "This is it." ”

Suddenly brightened, a towering spire of pure black appeared on the cliff in the distance, as if it had been immortal for eternity. This minaret is divided into seven floors, each floor is about three meters high, and the base of the tower is about twenty-five adult men to hug, majestic and magnificent, faintly meaning higher than the sky.

In front of the tower, six huge black stone statues are arranged in front of the giant tower according to the direction of the six-pointed star, facing the wind and snow and time of thousands of years.

The two statues at the foreground caught Bemmond's eye, one was an angry middle-aged warrior, dressed in ancient armor, a huge two-handed sword across his waist, and an eagle with outstretched wings resting on his shoulders, and a huge mangled cloak frozen in a furious fluttering shape.

"This is my ancestor, 'Kalad Goshawk' White Sipp. The first warrior to have Ebilee. ”

Another statue is a beautiful female knight on a prancing horse with a spear. The female knight had picturesque eyebrows, but her eyes were cold as lightning, and she held a huge and slender black spear in one hand, and a huge and delicate heraldic shield in the other, riding a galloping armored horse, which looked lifelike and imposing.

"This is Oroya Nosamu, the first generation of Momiji Nosamu. ”

"Momiji Nosamu is a woman, and she has the same name as my mother. Bemond looked at the knight in disbelief, and found that on the heraldic shield in the knight's hand, a beautiful maple leaf was embossed in a delicate and intricate pattern, and although it had passed through the years, it was still alive.

"Heroic souls of the Kallad Empire, your descendants have returned here with a promise, please open the door of truth for me. Blake muttered reverently as he led Bemmond to the tower.

The pitch-black tower gate is made of unknown metal, and it has been immortalized through countless years, depositing a distant history. On the right side of the huge tower gate, there are six holes of different shapes, which seem to correspond to the shape of the sharp edges of swords and spears.

"The sleeping beauty of creation, the sword of Philae Inhart calls. Blake recalled her grandfather's story, repeating the old man's words, and slowly inserted her sword into the bottom hole until it sank into the hilt.

"Click-click-click", the sound of a huge metal gear turning sounded on the cliff, the heavy giant door creaked open halfway, the old smell came to the face, inside the tower gate, it was like a half-broken stone tablet, on which were written several huge ancient Kalad scripts:

"The blood of the emperor, the ice and water are reciprocal. The next few lines are blurred, as if someone had slashed them with a weapon.

"Let's go inside. Grandpa said what you're looking for is on the first floor. Blake pulled out Abilee and stepped into the ancient tower.

Snow and mountains in the south, in the far north of the Sailen Mountains.

"It's very similar, like my mother. Baedmund raised his eyes and took one last look at the statue of the female knight named Oroya Nosam, exhaled heavily, and followed his friend into the tower.

The infinite darkness swallowed his figure. There was almost no light inside the tower, only a faint reflection of light from the snow outside the door, and there was a faint smell of antiquity and coldness in the darkness.

......The girl's voice trembled a little, and she groped for her friend in the dark, but suddenly saw the latter's eyes glint faintly like night stars, and stopped the voice.

"Don't be afraid, Blake. This is the Snow Wolf Eye of the Bihoff family. My ancestors hunted and fought in the snow-capped mountains of the far north for generations, leaving my people with the eyes of snow wolves. He patted the girl lightly on the shoulder and turned to look around.

The first floor of the tower was empty except for the huge stone monument that greeted the gate, but the hard ground was marked with long uneven marks that stretched in the direction of the tower gate. The traces of deep or shallow light were not covered with dust, nor were they covered with fine snow and ice, indicating that there had been a recent visit to the tower.

"Could it be that there was an important antiquity in this tower that was dragged and carried out?"

"Grandpa once told me that the sword of Philae Inhardt came from a meteor in the sky, and was originally named Beauty Under the Moon. However, there were two other famous swords that fell on the same day, and these three swords, along with the other three weapons, were the keys to the Tower of Truth, known as the Six Hallows in Gukarade. A bright light lit up, and Blake raised Abilee lightly, the blade of the sword shining in the darkness with a pale silver as beautiful as moonlight, "Look here, maybe there is a story you want to know." ”

Following Blake's instructions, Bedmund raised his head and looked at the four walls of the giant tower, only to see that the tower was engraved with six huge reliefs in a luxurious and magnificent style, and the relief was either the bloody Shura battlefield, or the solemn sùmu mighty battle array, or the bloody angry warriors.

"It seems to be the work of the stonemason Selens, who I saw in the ruins of Zenda during my travels around Calradia. Baedmund muttered to herself, approaching to take a closer look.

In the first relief, the snow peaks are vigorous and the wind is like rage. Six figures stood in the wind, and under the cliff were dense armored warriors. The first man drew his sword proudly and roared generously—a line of words was engraved under the mural, "When the Desa Empire humiliated my ancestors, seized my land, and killed my wife and daughter, the Founding Holy Emperor of Karad gathered the ancestors of the five tribes, unified the tribes of Karad, took the blood of the enemy chieftain and wrote the monstrous 'Ten Hatreds', and raised the righteous teacher and begged for tyranny." ”

Under the word, there is another line of thin words, "My clan is from the snow-capped mountains, and now we are returning to Selen, isn't it the way of heaven - White Sipp." (To be continued......)