Before ascending Mount Hrosga, Rex wrote a letter to Sarn of Shadinhel, advising him to convene a meeting of the League of Assassins as soon as possible to rally the power of the Sanctuary, otherwise the Dark Brotherhood would be in danger of falling apart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Leaving the Bone Town and heading north, walking through the Kikal Plains, at the end of the day, the four of them basically did not rest. Back at the monastery it was already the afternoon of the second day. Helde summoned everyone to the Hall of Magic, where the three wise men sat on the central throne. The faces of the masters were gloomy, solemn, and even a little terrifying.

The atmosphere in the hall was tense and oppressive, and no one spoke. Rex and Caterina knelt before the three wise men. Barbas, Tramitchell, Lehman, and Bessie stood on either side of the hall, staring blankly at the ground at their feet.

Outside, the cold wind howled, the snow fell, and the world was in chaos. The peaks have no outlines, the houses have no borders, even the sun has lost its sight, and everything seems to be in a fantasy land.

"I'm going to think about the discipline I have over you. Helde complained, "In any case, you should not disobey my orders and enter the Assassin League. ”

"Master Held, it's my fault, punish me!" said Rex, stiffly.

"Master, I willingly accept your punishment. Caterina said calmly.

"Well, I appreciate your attitude of admitting your mistakes. To be able to recognize oneself is to know the world, and all principles are only for those who can recognize oneself, and I think you are ready. Helde suddenly smiled politely, "I have decided to send you to the Glacier Trail, where you will be tested by the bitter cold." ”

Chavik and Karlovak next to them widened their eyes in shock, unable to believe their ears, and said worriedly, "Will this punishment be too harsh for them!"

"I must be harsh on them," said Held, resolutely, "and this is my responsibility! It is a basic principle that if I make a mistake, I must be punished, and neither of you nor I can escape it." For a long time, the punishment system has not changed. ”

Others were whispering, discussing what the Glacier Trail was. Helde led everyone from the magic hall to the back hall, and went out of the side door to the backyard. I saw an iron gate on the other side of the mountain, and through the gap in the door, I could see the raging and whistling blizzard inside.

As he approached the iron gate, a terrible cold seeped into his skin. Babas: They began to worry about the two.

"This is the entrance to the Glacial Path," said Held, pointing to the iron gate, and commanded, "go in now, and in ten days I will be waiting for you at the gate for your return." ”

Barbas opened his mouth to intercede for the two, but Helde stopped him with a wave of his hand, "I know what you're trying to say, as I said, it's the punishment they have to bear for their mistakes, you have your own mission, and no one can help anyone, understand?"

Babas nodded and stepped back, looking at the two of them with sympathy. Rex puffed up his chest and said to everyone present, "Please wait for us to come back, difficulties can't overwhelm the real warriors!"

Caterina also said firmly, "No matter how much suffering we endure, we will survive and wait." ”

Rex gave Caterina a warm look, then turned and led her through the iron door. The angry wind and the white snowflakes annihilated the two of them in an instant, and the seven people in the courtyard looked at the iron gate in a daze.

Rex swears that what they entered was absolute hell. The cold reigns over the world, entertaining visitors with a cruelty that transcends the cold of ice and snow, torturing their bodies, affecting their spirits, and destroying the pride, passion, and pride they possess.

Halfway up the mountain, snow covered their feet, the cold wind tore at the world, whirlpools whizzed past them, rolling up a thousand layers of snow, and ice picks flew in the air, throwing snow particles on their faces. Caterina shivered all over, the cold grabbed her will and muscles, and her legs became stiff as iron and she couldn't move half a step.

Rex hurriedly took her into his arms and protected her with his equally spasmodic body. They sat on the ground hugging each other, their teeth clucking like geared machines. The only remaining warmth in the body is like a candle flame about to dry up, and it is going out little by little. Their clothes were frozen, and their faces and lips were getting stiffer and numb.

"We're going to die here, aren't we?" asked Caterina in a weak tone.

"I don't know, maybe. Rex replied.

Looking at the gray chaos, it is certain that they are trapped in a raging blizzard world. Rex felt that if he didn't do something, he and Caterina would die here. Instead of sitting back and waiting to die, it is better to venture up to the top of the mountain to see, even death is worth it.

Caterina thinks he's crazy. The cold has put them in a desperate situation, their lives are threatened by death, and they are definitely looking for death if they go deeper. However, she is now extremely uncomfortable, the blood seems to have coagulated and no longer flowing, her body temperature is getting lower and lower, and her body is becoming numb inch by inch. I had to agree to his crazy proposal, and with the last of my strength, I stood up and squirmed forward at a speed slower than a snail.

I don't know how long they walked, and the two didn't have any idea. With tenacious perseverance, they battled the storm, and after walking up a flight of steps, they found a pine tree on a relatively flat mountain path. Like finding a life-saving straw, the two immediately huddled under a tree to avoid the blizzard, although it didn't have much effect.

Their situation is becoming more and more dangerous, sleepiness keeps coming, they can't help but want to sleep, and the two of them are exhausted. When Rex raised her heavy eyelids for the last time to look at Caterina, she had slept peacefully against the trunk of a tree, a smile on her lips and a very quiet look.

In the dream, Rex returned to his childhood Shadinghull, where he practiced swordsmanship with Saan and Serena in the training ground, attacking the vital parts with a sword against a wooden figure. Sometimes he would play against Sarn, and Serena would sit on the grass next to him, applauding and cheering them on.

Suddenly, the Night Mother appeared at the door of the training ground and called out to him softly, "Hey, elf, wake up, wake up." ”

Rex couldn't see her face clearly, and he was very anxious, and began to struggle wildly. Suddenly, with a "snap", he fell to the cold ground and woke up. When he opened his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a figure standing in front of him. No, the shadow is not a man, it is a soul, and the soul is preserved in the state before death after the body decays, and he is like that.

It was the same woman he had seen in Stade, but the shadow in front of him was pale blue. Rex was in a trance, and the blue shadow kept calling him.

As soon as he got up from the ground, the shadow began to ask him, "What's your name?" ”

"Ray, Rex!" he replied.

"Okay, Rex, what are you doing here with that woman?" Shadow continued.

Rex ignored it and turned to look for Katarina. On the other side of the room, there was a bed covered with red inlaid bedding, on which she was lying and sleeping peacefully. Rex relieved himself and asked the shadow, "Where am I now? Who are you?"

He began to observe the shadows. He is a warrior, wearing dragon bone armor, wearing two long swords, wearing a dragon horn helmet, majestic and heroic, with a loud and powerful voice. At the age of forty, he is physically strong and powerful. Unlike ordinary warriors, they look at their limbs and lack wisdom.

The shadow chuckled, "You are in the Glacier Hut, my abode, and I am Sir Amir, a dragon guard. ”

"Sir Amir, Dragon Guard?" Rex muttered under his breath.

"Yes, who are you?" Amir asked again.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Rex, Septin Rex, an assassin of the Dark Brotherhood. He introduced himself to the guards, "Caterina and I disobeyed the orders of the wise men and were punished for coming to the Glacier Path to atone for our sins. Thank you for saving us, otherwise we would have frozen to death outside. ”

Sir Amir glanced at the sleeping Katarina, sat back in the chair beside the wooden table, grabbed a bottle of wine from the table, then filled himself with a glass, took out another silver glass, and said to Rex, "Drink it, and you will be more comfortable." ”

Rex was still tired, with sore muscles and no strength. Looking at the white wine, my internal organs couldn't help but shudder. He waved his hand, rejecting Jazz's wishes. However, he became interested in the igloo and looked at the abode.

The walls are made up of a thick layer of solid ice, and the roof shrinks upwards to form an outlet. The room was filled with furniture and a laboratory table, and the countertop was piled with gems of various colors, flowers, ashes, and other raw materials. There are three rows of bookshelves against the wall, and candles are lit on the dining table.

He walked over to the magic test bench and observed the shelves filled with scrolls and books, as well as red recovery potions, blue ** magic potions, green weight-bearing potions, and countless wines. Holding a book called "The Chronicles of the Dragonguard" in his hand, he asked, "Sir Amir, can you tell me what you are doing here?"

"Maybe you don't believe me," said Sir mysteriously, "but I still want you to know that I'm waiting for you to appear." ”

Rex stopped flipping through the books, and his attention shifted to Jazz. Looking back at the knight in his chair, he asked curiously, "What do you mean you're waiting for us to show up?"

Jazz had long expected Rex to ask this, so he smiled slightly, and said, "It has something to do with a prophecy, a prophecy that everyone has forgotten!"

Confused, Rex thought that he had been banished to the Glacial Path by Master Helder to be punished, and now that a Sir suddenly came to his rescue and uttered a mysterious prophecy about himself, he began to lose his mind and suspect that he was dreaming.

"Really, what kind of prophecy?" he asked.

Sir craned his neck and poured half a glass of wine into his mouth. Swallowing slowly, he raised his eyes and looked at Rex with a confused face and said, "Worship the Dragon Sect, do you know this name?"