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The first day of the attack on the mountain ended in a disastrous defeat, and the first believers to arrive were not any capable people, most of them were woodcutters, farmers and townspeople from nearby villages and towns, and they only formed a team to attack with enthusiasm, even a few samurai and traveling mages could not help. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoIn front of the believers of the Eye of Wisdom who were prepared to fight and occupied the danger, the scene of driving sheep and attacking tigers under Zoramu City was once again repeated.

On the narrow winding mountain road, the corpses of the Saint Sect followers were piled up! The followers of the Eye of Wisdom even rushed out of the fortifications and covered up the mountain, and they were about to eat the first batch of more than 1,000 Saint Sect believers in one fell swoop.

Fortunately, the group of cultists who arrived later were the garrison warriors and ice mages of the Silver Holy Church closest to Auburn Mountain, and their combat power was not comparable to that of ordinary cultists. The Ice and Snow Mages did their best to bless the believers with faith and courage, and they were able to stabilize the formation that was about to collapse. Seeing that there was no more to take advantage of, the Eye of Wisdom retreated to the mountain.

After inspecting the terrain of Mount Auburn, the samurai leader and the ice mage decided to temporarily surround the mountain and wait for reinforcements to arrive. Over the next few days, the followers of the Silver Cult converged around Auburn Hills.

In the past few days, the advance and retreat of the Eye of Wisdom has been all undertaken by the Cult Master and several leaders of the believers.

At the top of the mountain, on a makeshift altar, St. Mora has been kneeling and praying since the moment she ascended the mountain. Her appearance was holy and unearthly, as if her whole body had been absorbed in the praise of the goddess. A milky white halo leaked from her chest and gradually expanded throughout her body.

Such a miracle! The believers of the Eye of Wisdom thundered with joy and chanted the name of the goddess in unison.

With each passing day, the radiance of Saint Mora became stronger, and her holy and beautiful countenance was not to be looked at.

Early that morning, Rog discussed the final details with Hughes, said goodbye to Straw, and quietly left Richelieu with Androni, Floya, and Hughes, and joined the Dark Side of the Elven Moon and the Ticton warriors who had been waiting outside the city, and headed north.

Not long after Rogge left, the Great Temple of Ice and Snow suddenly shone brightly, and the melodious bells rang throughout Richelieu! A moment later, countless clergy rushed out of the church, scattered in all directions, and began to summon the believers of the Holy Religion from house to house, hurriedly explaining to them what they were doing. In the afternoon, wagons full of believers poured out of the city and converged on all sides to the north.

In the Ice and Snow Temple, the sorcerer Jima kept issuing orders one by one, she declared that these were oracles inherited from the Ice and Snow Goddess, although she did not explain the specific content of the oracle, but all the clergy had already felt the seriousness of the situation, because the core content of all of Himma's instructions was only one point, requiring all goddess believers to immediately abandon everything, rush to the northern ice field, and clear all enemies that hindered the progress of the believers.

This is an unprecedented summoning order in the Holy Church!

The movements of the followers of the Holy Religion have also alarmed those who hold secular power. Of course, the city defense army did not stop the cultists from leaving the city, not to mention that many of them were also followers of the Holy Sect, and even some devout people responded to the oracle of the goddess of ice and snow, took leave of duty and joined the ranks of the cultists who left the city.

However, the city defense army still reported the news to the imperial palace in time, and the general who undertook the task of reporting was introduced through layers of introductions, and the last person to see was the chief administrator Sara Wenge. The old man in the twilight sat on a leather-covered bench outside the Emperor's reception, squinted his eyes and listened to the report, but did not say a word, just waved his hand to signal the end of the reception.

A huge sand table was placed in the center of the Emperor's study, and the topography of the entire empire and the surrounding countries was condensed on the sand table, which was meticulously detailed. The Emperor stood beside the sand table, looking intently at the Longines Sea. The door of the study opened, and the old manager slowly walked in. He coughed and said, "Your Majesty, Lord Luo Ge and the people of the Holy Sect have left Yanjing and headed north. ”

"Oh?" Feuerbach the Great looked up and said with some surprise, "They are going to fight so soon?"

The old manager said weakly: "I heard that as soon as Lord Rogge left today, the goddess of ice and snow issued an oracle and summoned all the believers to go north. ”

"So, is this battle really going to involve God?"

The old manager nodded and said, "It seems that this is the case." ”

Feuerbach the Great said coldly: "The two goddesses, hmph, let them fight slowly, it is better to lose both." This plane doesn't need a god!"

The magical light in the Ice and Snow Temple was incomparably strong, and under the extremely strong light, the shadow of every wrinkle on Jima's face became even deeper! The corners of her mouth hung almost vertically on her face, and her eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

Seeing that all the instructions had been quickly and securely delegated, Himala walked alone to the altar room behind the Great Temple, where the statue of the goddess was enshrined. It had been an absolute forbidden place since early in the morning, and no one but her was allowed to enter.

It didn't take long for almost even the cleaning staff of the Ice and Snow Temple to be sent out to mobilize the believers. And Jima stood in the middle of the main hall, looking at the temple that had become empty, and the murderous aura suddenly disappeared cleanly, leaving only the old age brought by the years and the despair of powerlessness to fate.

Hima suddenly coughed heavily, only to hear her hoarse cough, it was really like coughing out her internal organs, and people were worried that her seemingly weak fire of life would be extinguished in an instant.

With great difficulty, she calmed down her cough, slowly moved to the front of the altar hall, took out a brass key with a trembling hand, and opened the lock. But the two doors made of hard silver were so heavy that she pressed against them with almost all her strength to open a gap that allowed one person to enter and exit.

Hima entered the main hall and closed the door with all her remaining strength. The action almost consumed what little life Jima had left, the wrinkles on her face deepened, and her pupils became more cloudy. Hima leaned against the temple door, panting heavily.

A strange scream echoed in the hall, as if a woman was screaming mournfully. The source of the sound turned out to be the idol of the goddess of ice and snow behind the altar!

The beautiful face of the idol was slightly distorted, slightly hideous and anxious, and what was even more strange was that a blood-red tear stain slowly flowed from her left eye!

Jima's hand trembled and stretched out to the idol, already incoherent: "This...... O greatest goddess, what is your oracle, tell me, tell your most devout believers!"

Although Jima kept praying, the oracle of the goddess of ice and snow she received was violent and chaotic, full of all kinds of crazy emotions such as rage, hatred, panic and restlessness, like the divine power rushing between the peaks and valleys of the waves, it couldn't help but wash over Jima's soul, making her consciousness fluctuating, as if she could leave her body at any time and turn into green smoke!

Hima struggled to hold on, and her still gray hair slowly turned snow-white.

But no matter how hard she tried, it was like listening to a young child's cry in a storm. She knew what the Ice Goddess was saying, but she couldn't make out what she was saying.

Himma suddenly snorted, two lines of blood flowed from her nose, and she sat down limply on the ground. The strength of her whole body had been exhausted, and her connection with the Ice Goddess was finally completely cut off by the storm around the Goddess. The cry of the Ice Goddess sounded like a simple and meaningless scream at the moment.

Hima will never have access to the oracle of the Ice Goddess again.

It's not because she's not religious enough, or because the goddess of ice and snow is angry with her. All this is just because the unnatural storm that accompanies the call of the ice and snow goddess has completely drowned out the voice of the ice and snow goddess!

However, what kind of existence can suppress the voice of the goddess?

A chill oozes through each of Himma's fingertips. She had already used the magic power accumulated over the years by the Ice and Snow Temple to send the last oracle of the Ice Goddess to the Holy Church in the north of the entire empire, and even if the Ice Goddess had a new oracle, there would be no extra magic to spread the message to such a vast place.

What's more, the Holy Cultists who received the message at this time must have already embarked on their journey, and even if a new oracle came down, it would not be too late to reach them.

Himma looked up at the statue of the goddess with blood and tears, muttering something, and a few cloudy old tears quietly fell. She struggled to sit up, a blood-red, wing-thin dagger falling from her sleeve. Jima stared at the dagger for a long time, let out a long sigh, flipped her wrist and stabbed the dagger into her chest!

After a few moments, Hima pushed open the door of the altar hall. Her face was full of red light, her spirit was full, her eyes were fierce, and every step she took was carried with wind and thunder! A temple warrior immediately greeted her and said, "Master Himima, do you have any orders?"

"Prepare a carriage! I'm heading north!" shouted Jima.

Today it was bitterly cold in Richelieu, with all the rivers frozen and the wind howling. The streets are deserted, and no one wants to go out in such weather.

Amid the rumbling of wheels, a carriage emblazoned with the Silver Holy Cult logo galloped through the empty street, speeding towards the north gate. There was a luxurious hotel on the side of the avenue, and in front of the window on the fourth floor, a handsome man of great opulence watched the carriage go all the way until it disappeared at the end of the long street, then sighed and drank the aged red wine from the goblet.

"It would be nice if we could be like these races, willing to fight for the same goal. He sighed.

"Miro-sama, you've been here for too short. The Terrans are united, most of the time for more efficient cannibalism. The tall warrior said.

Miro smiled, his smile was full of sunshine, enough to charm countless young girls. "Maybe. But if the Terrans can unite and kill each other, they can also unite to deal with foreign enemies. It's not like us. I even want to kill them all when I think of them, and I don't even want to mention any cooperation. But I've endured it all these years, and I can still do a few things together, and now that I think about it, it's really strange. ”

"That's what Miro is all about Miro, and if you only have no power, you're not worth following me at all. ”

"What is the difference?" said Milo with a wry smile, "if this can be considered an exception, my clan...... That's hopeless!"

He glared at the samurai again and said with a smile: "If my strength is insufficient, even if I have more advantages, how dare I leave my back to you?"

The samurai did not pick up on the topic, which had become sensitive, and said, "My lord, the new soul inducer acted rashly, and she was not only blind, but also looked like she was in eternal fear. It took me a long time to calm her down, but I didn't know when her fears would come back again. What do you think of this?"

Miro groaned and said, "Although she is not very good, the old guy behind her still can't be despised by her." Take me to see how she's doing. ”

The basement was as dark as ever, with a constant howl of hysteria. Miro descended the stairs, the faint glow emanating from around him not only dispelling the darkness in the room, but even keeping out the dampness, filth, and filth. It seems that even if he is based in a thousand-year-old swamp, Miró can still maintain his nobility and neatness.

With a flick of his left hand, an invisible force lifted the female mage on the ground and pressed it firmly against the wall. Miro lifted the female mage's cloak and took a closer look at her face.

The lower part of the face is smooth and delicate, and it is very seductive, but the upper part is as if it has been burned by fire, and it is miserable. The muscles on her face were rolling and wriggling, and she looked like they were rapidly regenerating. The carrion kept falling with the blood, and the new flesh continued to grow, but the new tender flesh would quickly decay as soon as it came into contact with the air, so after half a day, the injuries on her face did not improve at all! The female mage seemed to be afraid of another attack, and she wanted to scream, but under the pressure of Miro's power, she couldn't even open her mouth.

Miro cautiously reached over, and as soon as his fingertips touched the rotten flesh on her face, the flesh bud suddenly exploded! A silver electric flame burst out of it, landing precisely on Miro's lightning-retracted fingers, making a crackling and piercing sound, and it was like a small beast that drilled viciously into Miro's flesh!

Miro's face changed, and he flicked his fingers more than ten times in an instant, and a small cloud of bright purple mist wrapped the flickering silver electric fire and threw it into the corner of the wall.

The lightning exploded suddenly, and the basement was instantly filled with silver light! The next moment, the basement had turned dark again, and the silver electric fire had disappeared along with the purple mist that enveloped it.

Miro was silent for a moment, and then asked, "She took the initiative to provoke the other party?"

"That's right!" the samurai fell, showing no sympathy for the female mage.

Miro's face sank, and he said coldly: "I can cure her injuries, but I can't cure her stupidity! This useless thing, keeping, is also a shame for her mentor! You deal with her!"

With that, Miro walked away, and the warrior looked at the mage in the corner of the room, and crackled his knuckles into a low rattle.

In the past thousand years, the area around Bluestone Mountain has always been a forbidden place for powerful magical beasts. Even dragons of unrivaled strength would not dare to haunt this area easily. The spear throwing of the Frost Armor Giants is a nightmare for every dragon.

And now, the bluestone mountain, which has been hidden in the vast clouds all year round, has become a ghost domain!

Any existence with a slightly stronger strength would immediately disappear as soon as it entered the vicinity of Bluestone Mountain. Those powerful monsters had keen instincts, and after several powerful companions disappeared one after another, they left their territory one after another, and fled in a hurry away from Bluestone Mountain.

But Bluestone Mountain is home to the Frost Armor Giants, and they are not willing to leave their homes behind and flee no matter what. Moreover, even if they wanted to escape, there was absolutely no way they could escape.

At some point, no matter how provocative the sinister Divine Dragon was, the Frost Armored Giants would never leave the camp on the top of the mountain. In just a few days, half of the hundred adult warriors had fallen, and the terrifying existence was obviously still unfinished, still lingering around the bluestone mountain, waiting for an opportunity to catch the lone giant.

The leader of the frost armor giants already had a faint sense of the final fate of his clan. Shocked and angry, he challenged the being several times, but she ignored it. All he knew now was that for every giant missing, her strength would be stronger.

There was a sudden rumbling bang on the top of the bluestone mountain, and for a while smoke and dust were everywhere and rocks were flying. In the midst of the smoke, two giant warriors suddenly flew out. They shouted loudly, and the loud sound resounded throughout the bluestone mountain! They flew up to a height of 100 meters, drew a curve, and fell far down the mountain.

The leader of the Frost Armor Giants witnessed all this from a distance, and his heart sank, knowing that he could not be rescued no matter what. Falling from this height, the two giants were certain to die.

But more than a dozen frost-armored giants had already rushed out of the camp and ran towards where the two giants had landed. The Frost Armor Giant Leader roared wildly, forcing them to return.

But his order was given too late. With a mighty dragon groan, the divine dragon emerged out of nowhere, grabbed a giant warrior like lightning, and then dodged all the throwing spears with astonishing speed and agility, and flew high into the air.

Suddenly, there was a burst of thunder in the sky.

The demon lotus wrapped around it with dark thunder light quietly appeared, and then pulled out a faint phantom, and at the moment when the leader of the frost armor giant had not yet blinked, it had already flown dozens of times around the two giants who had not yet fallen to the ground!

The silver snake flew in Wella's hand, and the dragon soul spear had passed through the bodies of the two giants dozens of times in an instant. With each puncture, a part of their soul and power will be torn off, and through the baptism of the silver dragon soul, it will flow into the body of Wella.

Wella, who had finished killing, stood in the air, closed her eyes and said nothing, allowing the corpses of the two giants, which were no longer shapely, to fall heavily. It was only a moment before she opened her eyes, and the pair of golden crosses looked indifferently at the leader of the frost armor giants on the top of the bluestone mountain. The demon lotus was bright and bright at this time, and between the light waves, from time to time it would explode into fine thunderbolts. The tip of the Dragon Soul Spear also occasionally spewed out a small cloud of thin silver mist.

The leader of the frost armor giants was extremely sad, but he knew that going down the mountain to challenge Wella at this time would only add another strength to her. He suddenly roared, lifted up a boulder, and threw it at Wella with all his strength! Only he and Wella were thousands of meters apart at the moment, and the boulder had fallen into the ravine before it flew halfway through.

Gregory's wings stretched out and landed in the air behind Wella. Suddenly, it opened its beak and burped, spewing out a small cloud of pale white dragon breath.

It is very satisfied with its current life, as if it has returned to the best days of the dead world when it followed the master of Fengyue. Although it was a little hard and dangerous to lure the enemy at first, once the master's strength increased, the good day came. Those giants that Wella didn't look down on at all, no matter how weak their strength was, was too much of a feast for Gregory. Now it could take on two Frost Giants alone, and without using any dragon magic and relying solely on hand-to-hand combat.

Wella opened her mouth to let out a cloud of white mist and smiled coldly at the leader of the Frost Armor Giants. There are very few giant warriors left on the Bluestone Mountain, and they can't hold such a long line of defense all the time. And if they are negligent, it will cost them their lives. It won't be long before Wella can storm the mountain.

At that time, the giants of the entire Bluestone Mountain will become part of the power of Wella.

She saw that it was not early, and today she was already full, ready to beckon Gregory to leave. At this moment, Wella's ears suddenly moved slightly, and Gregory, who had said "yes" in his mouth, turned his head to look north.

"Master Wella, Master Fengyue is summoning us, but how do I feel, she is a little different from before?" asked the Divine Dragon, a little confused.

"She's taken another step on the road to becoming a true god, so of course you'll feel different. There's nothing surprising about that. Wella's tone was light, but Gregory keenly caught a hint of something that seemed to be something that was called sadness in humans.

Wella looked at the leaden sky in silence, and suddenly smiled lightly, thinking to herself: "But Fengyue...... Do you want to become a god like this? How can there be such a cheap thing! You wait, sooner or later I will find a way to smash your cold shell!"

"Master Wella!" Gregory called out several times before Wella came back to her senses.

"Frost Armor Giant's ......" foreseeing that the war would come with the summons of the Wind Moon Master, Gregory suddenly felt that the ability he had improved these days was still insignificant, and his wise gaze immediately turned to the big guys on the top of the mountain with a little greed.

Wei Na looked at the top of the bluestone mountain, her rare smile had long since disappeared, and she said coldly: "Don't worry! There's not much to do in this time, but at least the biggest guy can't run away. ”

So under the angry gaze of the leader of the frost armor giants, the figures of Wella and the divine dragon gradually disappeared.

On the endless snowfields of the northern country, Rogge is leading more than a thousand of his subordinates to gallop. After a few days, the Osse Highway to the northernmost tip of the empire came to an end, and beyond that, there was a large ice field that stretched to the horizon, faintly blue mountains.

Even though the dark side of the moon is made up of the strongest elves, and even though each elf wears a special winter suit, the cold wind still makes their faces blue. In contrast, the rugged Ticton warriors were simply enjoying the winds of the Northland.

In the open area, vision is the most deceiving thing. The mountains that seemed to be accessible in the blink of an eye turned out to be so far away that Rog led the army on a two-day walk to reach the intended mountain pass. At this time, on the ice field behind them, a large group of Silver Holy Sect believers had already appeared, and even with Rogge's eyesight, he could already see the banners raised by the believers.

The pass is actually a long, narrow valley that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. According to the original plan, Rog, Androny, and Theseus would continue to move north, while Floya led all the troops to hold the mountain pass and block all the followers of the Silver Holy Cult.

When they were about to part, Rogge suddenly stopped and slowly turned back.

In the cold wind, Floya, dressed in pure white and heavy fur, stood on the ice field, just like a delicate snow lotus, as if any gust of wind was a little stronger, it would blow her skin out. There was a faint mist in the turquoise eyes, like a thousand heartfelt complaints.

But she just stood there, not moving, not speaking.

In a silver-white world, there was only a little bit of red lips for a while, and they were so red and beautiful.

Rogge suddenly strode back! A touch of blush stained Floya's cheeks, and she threw away all her reserves, like a flying feather, and threw herself into his arms!

Floya hugged Rog's waist with all her might, burying her head in his arms.

"Live well!" Rogge whispered.

"This sentence should be returned to you, and the place where you go is dangerous. Even though Rogge kissed her hair, Floya didn't look up. Her voice was like a dream.

"Waiting for me to come back. ”

The little goblin chuckled softly in Rogge's arms, and said in a low voice, "What are you waiting for you to come back?"

Without waiting for Rogge to answer, she had already left the warm embrace, pushing Rogge to turn around and say, "Fool, go quickly!"

Rogge smiled slightly, and said no more. He recited the spell of flying and flew north with Theseus and Andronie.

Floya stood on the ice, unmoving, watching their figures disappear into the northern sky.

Thousands of miles of ice field, the only color left at this time is that little trembling vermilion.

(To be continued)