"Get up, Your Majesty, you can't sleep here!" Steven's voice came, "Hurry! You have to keep going, even I can go, how can you lie down?"

"Go away," Sonny cried impatiently, his words frozen in the air, "I'm fine, I just want to rest." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Since it's good, let's get up. It was Uncle Sersi's voice, hoarse and harsh. He appeared above Sonny, and the snow made him look like a snowman dressed in white, "Get up and look, and see what a surprise the merciful Namu God has brought you!"

"Sercy-sama," he smiled, "no, really, I'm fine here. You go first, I'll rest for a while, I swear, just a little while, and then I'll catch up, you go first, go quickly. ”

"That's weird!" Steven's long-unshaven beard froze around his mouth, making him look old, "You're going to freeze, or you'll be caught and eaten by the snow wolf." He held out a hand to Sonny, "Come, get up and see your surprise, the next road, maybe you don't have to go on your own." ”

"I know, I know, I'll get up, but not now, I want to rest for a while." Sonny closed his eyes, reluctant to say more, only to feel that his body seemed to have some warmth, and that warmth came from fantasy, or maybe it was ...... He was dying.

He suddenly left the sweet and soft snow blanket, and was lifted into the cold air, and a pair of hands grabbed his throat, and before Sonny could react, the suffocating sensation made him unable to make a sound. But when the hands left his neck and he wanted to curse, he saw a horse. It was a war horse with a gray mane, the one he had left under the peak of his tail.

Hallucination, I'm really going to die.

"Look! your horse!" Steven took the reins and kicked the horse's belly lightly, the ice flying out of his mane, "I thought I was going to die, hallucinating, and it turned out ...... What's wrong with you?"

Sonny looked at the horse, breathing like a thick white cloud spurting out of his nostrils. He gasped and took another step forward, not expecting another stumbling into the saddle, only to realize that it was indeed not a hallucination. The feeling of warmth, although the mane is covered with ice and snow, there is soft skin on the touch, it is also wheezing, the undulation of the abdomen and the white mist that is constantly gasping in the cold air.

"It's coming to repay the favor," said Lawrence, "and get on the horse, Sonny." ”

"Lord Lawrence, I hate you. Steven said unhappily. He remembers, of course, that under the tail finger peak, Lawrence stabbed his horse to death with a sword. The little mare's belly was fishy, but it was warm, but when he woke up the next day, he was almost suffocated in it.

"How far are we from the top of the mountain?" asked Sonny as he rolled over his horse.

"Come on, Your Majesty. "The man who accosted him was Toller in black. The torch on his right hand whistled in the wind and snow, and although the fireworks exuded warmth, the place below it was already frozen, and so was his whole person, and he should now be called the white-clothed toller.

The world was pale, strange and lost smells and bone-chilling chills, rippling in the wind and snow. There was a dead silence, only the sound of flowing water seemed to be heard in the distance, and somewhere overhead, the snow eagle spread its huge gray and blue wings, looking down on the people, horses, and snow-covered mountains below.

Further up, a pale mist rose from the ground, and they struggled through knee-deep snow and rubble, including the only gray horse, with each step making it extremely difficult.

"Cheer up, folks, it's coming, it's coming......" Lawrence's words became less and less powerful, and had gradually turned from the initial warning to the whisper of his lips.

Sonny woke up in a daze, surprised that he hadn't fallen from the saddle, and looked back behind him. "Who can't walk?" he cried out with the loudest voice he could, "I'm rested, and I'll ride somebody!" and so said he jumped off his horse, and the gray horse came to a halt. "Uncle Selsey, get on the horse and rest?"

"Rest?" Selsey gasped for breath after speaking, "No, I'm fine! Think back then, when we established the North City with your father, we encountered a torrent in Nipur! That didn't kill Lao Tzu, and you are still afraid of this bit of wind and snow?" He patted Sonny on the shoulder, turned and took another step.

"It belongs to you, Your Majesty. Steven looked at the horse and took another difficult step forward.

"Uncle Lawrence?" Sonny pulled the reins, keeping up with Lawrence, who was at the front. He struggled to keep up with his uncle's steps. "You don't look good, get on your horse and sleep for a while?"

"Have you ever been to the Ramo Ice Field?" Lawrence's breath turned into a white mist in the cold air, "there, we have a blizzard every year. A real storm, not the floury weather it is now. He took another step forward, "What do you think this is? In front of me, it's like a light rain, and it's not even as good as the acid rain in your Assyrian forests, it's just a light rain, as small as—" He fell.

The people around immediately gathered around.

"You're old, don't do it anymore!" said Steven laughed as Toller lifted Lawrence onto Sonny's gray horse.

Sonny finds that his uncle doesn't reply. He was lying on his saddle, covered with three thick cloaks, and swayed up and down with each of the horse's hooves. He seemed to be dreaming a sweet dream, a sweet dream with a warm wine fireplace and a hot soup and barbecue. "What's wrong with him?" he asked, turning to the red-haired wizard.

"What can I do?" Steven was pulling out his right leg from the snow with both hands, and then took a big step forward, stepping out of another hole in the snow that went deep into his knees. "We haven't rested for four days, and besides, the air on this mountain is thin, and the snow has fallen for four days in a row, it's a miracle that we've been here!" he pulled out his left leg and looked at the gray horse, "Your horse is a miracle too, Your Majesty." ”

yes, it's a miracle. If it weren't for it, I'd be dead, and so would Uncle Lawrence, and now no one can carry him, and now we can't even carry our own salutes, but with that horse, it will carry everyone's salutes, and we can take a man to rest on the horse.

"Sonny, come on fire. Sersi said as he threw away the extinguished torch in his hand and held up another thick stick that had just been covered in grease.

Sonny waved his hand lightly, and his thoughts melted into his blood, and fireballs flew from his fingertips to the branches, and new torches burned.

"Holy, how high is this mountain, and how long will it take us to get to the top?" said Sersi paused, tilting his head and grumbling.

"It's almost ...... Hold on a little longer...... Guys...... It's almost there......" Lawrence whispered softly on horseback.