The reflection in the pupil shattered with the ice, but the Quaid who had shattered it with a punch waved his hands like a drowning man. Riga hurriedly turned around, her godless blue eyes gathered on the ground, and she saw a black shadow lying on the ground. From blurry to clear, the dark shadow swayed before the hunter's eyes, eventually turning into the outline of a corpse.

With only a few bits of memory left, Riga crouched down, stretched out his arms through the aches that came from all over his body, and turned the body over with a deerskin glove covered with dark red dried blood clots. But then, the Quaid were frightened back a few steps by the strange appearance of the deceased.

Wrapped in a tattered white woollen cloak with patches encased a corpse as hard and cold as a block of ice. The deceased had jade-bright and dazzling pupils, with a little cyan skin that was smooth and fair, and Riga unconsciously thought of Monica, the female warrior with flaming red hair. Thin, dense green hair hung down from the sides of his cheeks, and the ears of the deceased were covered like vines. The same color as the hair, and a thick beard on the deceased's chin, with dense roots scattered around the neck of the boreal plant.

A long burst of hot air came out of his mouth, and Riga sucked the cold air into his chest violently. The rich, fishy air made him retch, but there was nothing for him to vomit out of his empty belly, except for a little yellowish saliva that smelled of rotting food.

Stiffening his legs and moving on the ground, the hunter pinched the dead man's hair, his fingers feeling the strength of the hair from the tattered gloves, but he inadvertently saw his ears. It was a long, slender, pointed ear with a row of three specially shaped ornaments on the thin edge. To the Quaid, these delicate, slender and curved charms must have been as fragile as boiled poutante puree, but when he failed to crush them with two successive exertions, Riga withdrew his fingers in astonishment and groped for the dead's breasts.

Aside from the outermost white cloak, the Quaid found no clothing inside, but when he tore it open with force, the large erosive wound on the deceased's chest was immediately exposed to the air. The dark blood and yellow pus had been frozen hard by the cold, but Riga could still smell the stench pouring into his nostrils.

It was as if they had been exposed to the sun for more than ten days on a hot day, and the rich stench of decay made the Quaid people retreat rapidly. But his embarrassed figure soon fell, rolling down the slope with a ten-inch branch, smearing his coat and hair.

The little physical strength was exhausted in the action, and fatigue poured out from the darkest corners of the heart, like a powerful succubus, ticking the latent sleepiness. The Quaid quickly tilted his head and fell unconscious in a snow pit. Until two figures panting violently ran over and disappeared into the bloody forest with the Quaid in a panic.

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As his soul floated high in the air, Riga felt himself shaking regularly from side to side. A cold wind that was stronger than the ground blew from the sky, piercing his body like a dagger. The Quaid struggled in the air in a panic, and his fingers finally touched a gray cloud, which the hunter eagerly dragged over, using it to fend off the cold wind that was still blowing.

"Am I in the palace of the gods?" the Quid thought to himself, but then the oath made in battle flashed like a thunderbolt. 'May my soul fall into darkness forever. The chatter of his teeth as he uttered the words, and the hunter let out a sigh of relief. "For this is the Abyss, the temple of evil buried in the oldest darkness. ”

The body shook in the air, and the gray clouds resisted the cold wind. I don't know how long it took, when the Quaid's distant eyes had begun to sour, and extreme boredom appeared in his heart, a solid land suddenly appeared in front of him. The land was filled with extremely tall trees, and the verdant greenery was a little uncomfortable for the Quaids, who were accustomed to snow and black stone, but soon these strange plants completely attracted his attention.

The grass on the ground would have bloomed so brightly and densely, the berries in the forest could have spread to the limit of the horizon, and the tall trees would have such wide and thick foliage. The Quaid who had never been out of the ice field scanned everything to his heart's content, and his mind had long forgotten his judgment of this place.

Walking on the ground with her feet on her feet, Riga felt the real touch of wet earth and blades of grass. Completely different from the story and imagination, the Quaid people never expected such a comfortable and perfect life.

"Is it beautiful here?" a sudden voice interrupted the thoughts, and the hunter stepped back alertly, his eagle-like eyes fixed on the stranger who spoke. But the scene in front of him made him almost stunned.

It was the dead man who was found in the snow, but now he was alive. The emerald bright pupils radiated vitality in the sunlight, and the fine and lengthy green hair and beard swayed slightly with the movements. A benevolent and holy gaze cast out of his eyes, the long pointed ears of the resurrected shook and the soft sunlight reflected off the white and smooth forehead. His mouth didn't open, but there were already soft-spoken words echoing in Quaid's head. "Welcome, warriors of Hirag. ”

"Where is this, where the abyss of evil and darkness hides?" saliva accumulated in his mouth rolled into his chest as the Adam's apple rolled into his chest, and the Quaid reluctantly opened his mouth and said in an itchy throat.

"No, my friend. The stranger curled his lips and seemed to be smiling to himself. Although the movement was weak, Riga saw it. "This is your soul, your realm alone, out of reach of the gods. ”

The reply of the resurrected left the Quaid stunned. "In my soul?" he opened his mouth in surprise, as if he could swallow a full moon piglet. "Who are you fooling here?" the Quaid man couldn't help but curse roughly, and finally added. "Despicable aliens. ”

"This is indeed your soul. The stranger didn't show any annoyance, but the smile on his face was more pronounced. "First of all, I would like to express my gratitude to you. Without waiting for the hunter to speak, the resurrected man continued without pause.

"I, the druid from the Vast Valley, Rabil Silver Lion, Keeper of the Forest, thank you for your help. ”

"Palathan, my god my lord. The fellow, who called himself Rabil, folded his hands on his forehead and prayed. "I am a druid, a devotee of the god of the forest, Parathan, and the owner of elven blood. I was once the best druid warrior of all, and the Silver Lion incarnated would wake even the hostile in their sleep. ”

Rabir had a holiness on his face that could not be desecrated, as if it could shine light from his body. "But the terrified heathens eventually prayed to their gods, cursing me at the cost of a blood sacrifice. ”

"I lost my strength and became a sphinon forever. Ancient wisdom is extinguished in time, and vicious curses are parasitic in **. The constant pain caused me to lose my mind and eventually become a lion king on the ice field. ”

Under the quid's astonished and almost dull gaze, Rabiel rubbed his long beard. "Thank you, honorable warrior. As you burn the Frostbear's blood, Hirag's will lingers here. The sheer size of the god surname awakened me and allowed me to communicate with the immortal being. We made a deal to save you at the cost of freeing me. To know ........."

The druid was about to speak, but a roar rang out in the sky, and the wind blew down the blizzard, forcing him to end his words in a hurry. "Remember, Warriors. Take off the rings from my ears, and if you can send him back to the land of the druids, Glench, my descendants will be deeply grateful and rewarded to you. ”

At the druid's final shout, a massive bolt of lightning tore through the sky and destroyed the entire land. The Quid man, whose eyes were closed, shuddered and suddenly woke up. He gasped violently and sat up from the humble stretcher on which he was lying, his body still swaying back and forth with the walking of the two clansmen in front of him.

"Rigga?!Are you awake?" said Gal, who immediately ran over as he pulled out the water bladder he had hidden in his coat and touched the hunter's chapped lips with the mouth of the sac.

The water with the body temperature of the people woke up the Quid, and he took the water bladder with both hands and drank it in large gulps.