The turmoil in the Orlando Empire and the death of Prime Minister Gampin have brought quite a surprise to many people, including the two neighboring countries that have always had friction with the Orlando Empire, as well as some forces and individuals. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

On the Arctic Ice Sheet, more than 2,000 ice barbarians gathered together, and with just one order, they will go down from the ice field, invade the territory of the Orlando Empire, and plunder all kinds of materials. In the face of the royal family, which is already tired of coping with the current situation, even if Hukusius is really invaded, Empress Pars will pretend not to see it.

She didn't have that many soldiers to send to Shukusius to confront the Ice Barbarians, and these little giant-like barbarians had no choice but to deliver food until they had formed an absolute superiority in numbers. If more troops are dispatched, the safety of the imperial capital will become a big problem, and a new round of large-scale battles may be set off.

The High Priest had chosen the timing very well, but less than half an hour before she was ready to give the order, she changed her mind.

A mysterious consciousness came out from the bottom of the ice field, and this consciousness was very faint and intermittent, as if it would not last long. This consciousness came from the fallen god, who told the High Priest that something that would hasten his re-entry into the world had appeared in the world. And that thing is in the south! He can feel that that thing is very important to him, and he must take it in his hands.

The High Priest was confused, and she couldn't speak clearly, how did she know what the gods needed? In the South, the South is big, and it is a joke on her own life to find something in an empire of tens of millions of people.

Just when some complaints arose in the High Priestess's heart, the gods left something in her mind in a way that communicated with her consciousness.

What a thing looks like, and how to find it up close through perception.

The high priest stood silently for a moment, then went upstairs, and looked at the baby lying in the ice nest, with a slightly strange look on his face. This baby is the child of the Holy Maiden, his grandson, born with a divine nature, and the most perfect shell of the gods who have re-descended into this world.

As the High Priestess of the Icefields, from the moment she was born, her mother and grandmother had told her that she, and all of them, existed to awaken the sleeping god beneath the Icefields. And the gods will also grant them great power, almost invincible existence within a certain range.

It was her mission to exist and live, though no one had asked her if she wanted to carry it out.

She reached out and gently pressed the back of her hand against the baby's little face, the slippery and soft touch gave her a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Mother?"

The high priest immediately withdrew his hand, his smile disappeared, and his pretty face instantly revealed the holiness of the living like the ice of eternity. She turned to look at her daughter, who was also a saint on the ice field, and after a moment she spoke, "Let the people disarm, I have a task for you." ”

The saint did not ask why, nor did she ask what the task was, and the image of the high priest's omnipotence had long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. No matter what she does, it can't be wrong for people who live on the ice fields.

In fact, the Ice Barbarians are not very willing to go south to hunt, Wren has continuously sent material resources to the ice field through the secret passages in the Salmei Mountains, and the living environment of the Ice Barbarians has been greatly improved compared to before, and they will no longer be hungry for a long time due to lack of food. Coupled with some spirits as a spice in life, they are very satisfied with their current life.

If it weren't for the oracle, who would have had nothing to do but make some trouble for themselves?

"I'll pass on a special magic to you, take it, go south, and look for something. ”

"This thing is related to the time of the gods' recovery. ”

The Holy Maiden looked at the High Priestess in amazement, her eyes flashing with surprise, the ice field was too boring for a girl of her age. There are no bustling cities, no bustling markets, no laughing circuses, and no goods of all kinds. Here, there is only the endless white, the desperate white.

Even among the tens of thousands of tribes, there was nothing worth stopping at, and the dull life was like despair enveloping the young girl's heart. She can't escape, she is a saint, the next generation of high priests, with the mission of reviving the gods on her shoulders, and the heavy responsibility of keeping the people on the ice field alive.

And now, she can leave, like a cage that imprisons a bird that yearns for freedom. She forced herself not to show a happy smile, but she couldn't help it, the corners of her mouth gradually curved, and she quickly lowered her head, "I know, I will pack up and go to the south as soon as possible." ”

After a strong consciousness broke through her spiritual defenses and left something in her mind, the High Priestess waved his hand and turned his back, "Let's go now!"

As the saint left, a slight sigh came from the room.

Mission!

Far to the south, Wren and the people around him nodded and said goodbye before walking to a corner of the garden, the ring on his thumb vibrating slightly. His consciousness poured into the ring, and a picture instantly formed in his mind.

In the boundless darkness, a huge phantom stared at him, and from the body of this phantom, Wren could feel the true divine might. A sense of oppression that is inherently superior to humans in the species, and that comes from a higher species.

"What's the matter?", Wren was a little displeased, the reason why he still kept this ring was also for a purpose.

The Phantom had fought Wren once, and he knew that the human in front of him was completely different from the humans he had known before. He did not respect the gods, nor did he fear them, and when necessary, he even dared to bite off a piece of his body. So he suppressed the unpleasant anger in his heart, and tried to make his soul feel less persecutive, "I feel that in the north, there is a perfect shell that can carry the soul of my Lord. ”

"Humans, we make a deal. ”

"Find that body and bring our Lord into this world, and my Lord will give you eternal life!"

Wren rejected the proposal without even thinking about it, joking, let a god descend on this world? Unchecked power can only bring deeper destruction, and this deal can only accelerate the world towards a new reincarnation, "I refuse!"

The phantom fluctuated violently, "Why refuse? Don't you want an endless life? You will never grow old with the passage of time, you will break away from the river of time and become a transcendent and independent being." Nothing can leave any traces on you, almost all of the human beings I know are pursuing eternity, and now that the opportunity is in front of you, why not cherish it?"

Wren pursed his lips, "Eternal life doesn't mean you can be immortal, don't fool me with those claims that fool humanity, I won't be fooled." If nothing else, please don't contact me again. After speaking, Wren's consciousness withdrew from the ring, without the slightest nostalgia for the strong unwilling vibration.

Immortality and immortality?

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