Even at the vernal equinox, the sky of Freljord is still full of frost and snow.

While Reze was still searching for the World Rune in Freljord, the atmosphere in the Frostguard Fortress became calm again.

Because the frost is about to melt for a short time.

The Watchers' Gathering, a secret gathering of a handful of Iceborn Warlocks hand-picked by the Ice Empress, is the only mysterious organization that knows the truth buried beneath the Frostguard Fortress and the stone bridges that crisscross it.

Fresa is one of the very few male warlocks with Iceborn blood, and Fresa, who is enough to be a war-mother's wife or even a single wife in the clan, is just an ordinary Iceborn warlock in the Watchers' Gathering.

He would often gaze intently at the wind and snow outside the fortress, which was the direction of the place where he was born.

He would wonder if if he hadn't been sent to the Frostguard Fortress by now, would he have become an ordinary man and live happily ever after with his husband.

Then, he would stop thinking, for he was now a watcher, and he had a great mission, even if that mission would lead him to give his life for the Frost Witch one day, and that day had already come.

"Knock knock, Fresa."

Recognizing the woman's cold voice, Freisa sighed.

The woman's voice was completely different during the day and night, and the cold was almost not like a person.

"Come in, Keslet, the door is unlocked."

The thick wooden door was pulled open, and Keslett looked at her particular bedmate, silently closed the door, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking about the three of us, how many can come back."

Although the man's voice was a little bitter, it did not mean to complain.

"It's our duty, even if all three of us die there, the Frost Witch will remember us, and she will understand the changes in the seal."

"Yes, that's right, but I still feel a little sad to die like this."

Looking at the man indifferently, Keslett suddenly took the man's hand and whispered in an indifferent tone.

"Annator has agreed, just now, are you coming?"

His heart began to pound, and he was suddenly thrown out of the clouds.

The man could not imagine that before he died, he would one day be in bed with two noble watchman witches.

Wait, being pampered by two tough husbands at one time, are you a little unbearable?

The man's face was a little more shy and hesitant, but the woman had already read the man's heart, sneered, pulled the man up and walked out.

"You're ours tonight, you can't run away, little white chicken......"

……

The next day, the three Watchers were taken to the Eternal Ice Palace by the Ice Queen's attendants, where they met with the owner of the Watchers' Gathering, the Ice Queen Lisandro, known to the Watchers as the Frost Witch.

"I saw peace in the darkness in my dreams......"

The three of them, who had been fighting all night, looked at each other, and then breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Calm...... It means that the chances of surviving yourself will increase.

The three of them glanced at them expressionlessly, but the masked Frost Witch's voice was even colder.

“…… The watcher seems to have a vision of awakening, and I will appease the watcher and try to make it fall asleep, and you must stick to your heart and not be moved by anything outside in order to pass the trial and find out important information. ”

What does it feel like to get stuck halfway through the exhale?

Freisa only felt that she was about to choke to death.

Halfway through, Witch, you did it on purpose, didn't you?

"If you're ready, come with me."

Without wasting any more time, Lisandro turned to leave, and the three of them saluted and followed.

The four of them shuttled along the secret passage of the ice crystal wall lamp, and soon passed through the heavy guards, and came to the underground end of the [Eternal Ice Palace].

At the end is a gate completely made of ice, the gate is imprisoned by the stone wall engraved with countless magic runes, in a closed state, the ice flashes with the glow of magic, suppressed in the hearts of the three people, as if it will be completely frozen as long as it is touched, only the frost witch is surprised to raise the ice hand armor she was wearing, and gently placed it on the ice magic gate.

Freisa knew that this armor was a very powerful weapon of the Ice Witch, and it was also the only key to the Ice Gate, the other being the Frost Witch herself.

This is what the Frost Witch herself said, and she can't fake it.

The glow of the magic runes suddenly brightened, then quickly dimmed.

After the magic runes disappeared completely, a terrifying feeling that made the soul shudder flashed, as if it were an illusion.

The gate slowly opened with a rumbling sound, and the wails of wind and frost, spirits, and snowmen came from inside the gate, accompanied by the wind and snow scraping bones, and the ghost cry made people's scalps tingle.

The three of Fresa knew that at this moment, they were in hell.

Following Lisandro, the three of them walked into the world behind the Ice Gate, their eyes full of fear.

When the power of nature and the gods appear at the same time, it only makes humanity despair of its own insignificance.

The heavens dimmed against the reflection of the ice cliffs and cliffs, and the dark blue melancholy halo sank deeper and lower, until the souls of men fell together into the bottomless abyss of wailing,

Majestic gray-white stone pillars and tall statues of the guardians stand on the towering bridges, which are like spider webs crisscrossed by the stone walls of the abyss, stretching into the abyss and bottomless.

The inky frost chains swayed slowly in the cold wind of the abyss, making a heavy crashing sound, creating a striking picture with the stone bridge, which has been repaired, built, grown, and broken by Freljord's craftsmen since ancient times, and still in the broken, countless lives are also lost in the howl.

Beneath this abyss, how many Freljord's craftsmen and the bones of the Iceborn sleep in it?

The majestic nature, the supreme gods and the indomitable human power are perfectly blended at this moment,

Just one glance, like eternity.

Walking on the top of the bridge, retracting his gaze overlooking the bridge, which was an endless abyss, Fresa couldn't help but hold his hand and wipe the cold sweat from his palms with his robe.

Without saying a word all the way, the Frost Witch led the three Warlock Warlocks along the criss-crossing bridge, falling deeper and deeper,

After walking for more than an hour, the Frost Witch used her magic key to pass through a high gate latch that shimmered with a lilac light, and successfully reached the lowest and strongest stone bridge.

Here, only the pale blue glow of magic crystals on the sides of the bridge and between the ice walls can illuminate the way forward, and the light of the world will never be able to pass through the unfathomable ravines and reach this frozen forgotten land.

It was Orn's own stone bridge built with the Stariron Hammer, and it was Lisandro's last line of defense against the Watcher's invasion with two magic latches.

Here, the Guardians call it the Lost Bridge.