Teuton didn't pass out for long, and was soon woken up by a powerhouse-level snow monster.

He looked up.

Two flaming green masses floated in the empty eye sockets of the huge skeleton, but Teuton felt it staring at him, looking down on him.

"Teuton, damn oathbreaker! All Teutonic deserve to die, they should be drained of blood and eaten by the great Hadinis! ”

Angry voices echoed through the valley.

Teutonic didn't know how bones without a tongue made sounds, and he didn't have the heart to dig deeper.

Because he was enraged.

No one can question the credibility of the Teutonic and no one can trample on the glory of the Teutonic one.

"I am a Teuto, but Teutons are never a broken oath! Since the appearance of this surname, its reputation has not been blown away by the cold wind for thousands of years! ”

Teuton's body was weak, but his voice was firm and could not be questioned.

"Hahaha... Never a Teuton of an oathbreaker! ”

The voice of anger and laughter was louder, shaking down many small stones on the valley cliffs, shattering many white bones that had long been eroded by the wind, "You dare to quibble!" You haven't lived your vows for more than thirty years! It's been more than thirty years! Damn, have you forgotten who gave Teutonic power and glory!? ”

Does it refer to the sacrifice of ten slaves?

Atwood remembered that his father would take his slaves into the Iron Grove every winter on the polar night.

But he didn't know if his father was here; And for his questions, his mother and elders said that when he grew up, they would have a chance to know.

It's just a pity.

He grew up as scheduled, but he had no channel to know the secrets of the family.

So a trace of sorrow welled up in his heart, and he used the honorific title for the mysterious skeleton, "Great Hadinis, I don't know what oath my family made with you, for the Teutonic family was destroyed more than thirty years ago, when I was eight years old. ”

Teuton's words silenced the mysterious voice.

Even the powerhouse-level snow monster that was staying on the side flashed a hint of understanding, although it couldn't speak, it seemed to be able to understand.

The silence lasted for a long time before the mysterious voice sounded again, no anger was gone, but the high posture did not change, "Damn! The great Hadinis will not pay attention to this, you are the blood of Teuton, and your family oath must be fulfilled! ”

"What vows to keep?"

Atwood was confused, he really couldn't understand the connection between Teuton's surname and this already skeleton being.

Right away, he'll know.

Under the angry accusation of a mysterious voice.

He never imagined that the Teutonic surname, which had been passed down for thousands of years with honor and integrity, and was a model of aristocracy, would have a disgraceful history.

A thousand years ago, the Teutonic were a small family, preyed upon by centaurs.

But then, by chance, the Teutonic ancestors broke into this valley and reached an agreement with the huge skeleton Hadinis, who was given the seed to break through the realm of the strong, and finally became the master of the northeast land step by step.

As for why a powerful man like Hadesney made a pact with a tiny human being, it was because there was no choice.

Hadinis is an ancient xenomorph, an ice dancer!

Its luck was very bad, it failed when it hit the demigod realm, and ushered in the backlash of the laws of heaven and earth.

But when God closed the door to it, it opened a window for it.

It slammed into the realm of demigods in this valley of bones, and this valley has an extraordinary origin—it is one of the altars of sacrifice to the heavens of ancient creatures, with a dead aura that will never dissipate.

These dead airs kept Hadinis's consciousness pure, and corroded its flesh.

Its flesh and blood had been corroded by the valley, and even half of its shriveled skin was left.

In order to survive, Hadinis fused a drop of blood from his heart into the body of the beast that lives in the Iron Grove, inheriting the race of the Snowborne.

These snow monsters are the servants of its bloodline.

Find fresh flesh for it to suck and use against the ravages of the valley.

It is also because of this that the Teutonic ancestors who accidentally broke into the valley got the deal of Hadinis: with the blood of its heart, the blood of endless power, gave the Teutonic the seed to break through the shackles and become a strong man; Teutonic rewarded Hadines by offering ten humans each year as a tribute for Hadinis to suck.

The bloodline is continuous, and the tribute sacrifices are endless.

After listening to the past, Atwood finally knew why, after his family was destroyed, ten people disappeared from his family home every year.

It wasn't the Teutonian ghosts, it was Hadinis who couldn't get the sacrifice and came to ask for it.

He finally realized that his father's last words, "Teutonic fate is over", referred not only to defending against the centaur invasion, but also to claiming that the agreement with Hadinis was over.

Strictly speaking, Hadinis was also the ancestor of the Teutons.

Because the blood of the Teutonic has been flowing in its body for generations, this is why this powerful snowfield monster did not gnaw at him, and took him to this valley as a nanny along the way.

It tasted the blood of its ancestors, just as it flowed in its own body.

Thank you for the protection of the Teutonic ancestors!

Thank you, Father, for your protection, and I believe that it will not be long before your soul rests.

Atwood prayed silently.

Because, I found a way to restore the glory of the Teutonic surname.

Yes, Atwood is a very smart man, and after listening to Hadinis's grief and indignation, he found a way to become a strong man.

If the centaurs were the sword that destroyed the northern griffon legions, then Hadinis, the ancient xenomorph trapped here, was his capital to defend against the centaurs and allow the Teutonic to regain control of the northeast.

"Great Hadinis, I think I can fulfill the vows in my blood."

Teutonic spoke slowly and firmly, "You'll need to put in a little effort, though. For example, help me become a strong man and let your bloodline descendants, the Snow Monsters, fight for me. Because I don't have a family now, I don't have the strength to continue to pay tribute to you. ”

Teutonic did not feel that his conditions were excessive, nor was he afraid of the wrath of Hadinis, who had what the other party needed.

"Damn Teuton! Damn the blood of the oathbreaker, how dare you make a condition of the great Haddinis! ”

Sure enough, the massive skeleton roared at one point.

"With all due respect, calm your anger, for you have no choice. Kill me, and you will cut off the tribute for ever. ”

Teutonic said his life and death very naturally, "Great Hardinis, I have your blood inheritance in me, so you are also my ancestor, shouldn't the ancestors do something for their descendants?" And, I swear, as long as the Teutonic continues to gain a foothold in the Northeast, the sacrifices you need will last forever. ”

The valley of white bones, which had accumulated countless layers, fell into a dead silence again.

"Remember your promise, Teuton!"

It was much later that Hadinis's voice sounded, with a deep sense of unwillingness.

"I will, the Teutonic surname will never break its oath. Does it have to be human, though? Is it okay for centaurs? ”

"A hundred centaurs are equal to one human. It's up to you to do it yourself. ”

Well, you win ...

However, after Atwood decided to continue Teutonic fate and renew the contract to offer sacrifices to Hadinis, he soon held his head in pain and squatted on the ground, his face was dead.

Hope withered not only on his face, but also in his heart.

He had no hope of becoming a strong man.

This is what Hardinis, the colossal skeleton that has endured for millennia, told him after he had recovered from his injuries.

"You've had a very serious injury before, and you won't be able to complete the closed loop of the divine vein for the rest of your life."

With an emotionless voice, it cut off all hope in Teuton.

Unable to complete the closed loop of the vein means that he has no chance with the strong, it means that he has no strength to defend against the centaurs, and it means that the Teutonic retainer no longer follows him, and is unwilling to fight under the banner of the roaring snowflake.

In the twenty years he had been wandering in the south, he had suffered countless serious injuries, many times he had broken free from the arms of death and seen the next day's sun, and he could no longer remember that it was that injury that damaged the divine vein, but it no longer made any sense to dwell on these now.

The cold verdict kept echoing in his mind.

"You can't complete the closed loop of the divine vein in your lifetime..."

"I can't complete the Divine Vein Closed Loop..."

"Divine vein closed loop..."

After three days of squatting on the ground without eating or drinking, Teuton finally closed his bloodshot eyes and collapsed on the dense slag of bones. He remembered the last time he saw his father, the last of whom the Duke of Teutoni had admonished his family to never give up.

Father, I'm sorry.

I promised you never to give up.

I swear, I've never forgotten your face, but... But I can't hold on now.

Teuton's hope, gone...

Two lines of sparkle flowed down the narrow, straight nose, across the deep nasolabial folds, and disappeared into the dirty gray beard.

Atwood already had an idea in his heart.

The surname Teutonic later appeared only in the history books.

Without the strength to confront the Centaur Division, he would never be an accomplice to the Centaurs' ravaging of their people.

Throughout the ages, Teutonic was prepared to die in order to protect his territory and his people, and he could not do anything to disgrace his ancestors and let the Teutonian surname be spurned.

As for the kids...

He thought of his two sons and a daughter, who were too young to keep up with the times.

There is absolutely no way they will become strong before the fall of the human demigods!

It is impossible to make the northerners swear to follow!

By the time they grow up to be strong, perhaps the Teutonic surname will have long been forgotten.

Perhaps, my father had expected that today, and all of them would ask me to destroy the Teutonic seal, give up the glory of the family, and leave the north to find a place to live.......

Atwood wiped away his tears and stood up, walking slowly but surely out of the Valley of Bones.

His spine is still straight.

The face was still hard, like a rock in the frozen earth, as it had been in the Teutonic past.

Perhaps, what I can do for the surname is to let the bloodline continue.

Take the child to the south, to a place where no one knows about Teuton, and reproduce quietly.

The future, leave it to the future.

If there's a future...

The heavy footsteps crushed a lot of bones corroded by the wind and rain, and the rattling of the wind and the whimpering of the cold wind added a lot of sadness to the valley.

He didn't notice that the hollow eye sockets of the huge skeleton behind him were once again burning with green flames.

"Teuton, have you given up?"

The empty valley was filled with angry voices, "Have you given up your vows of tribute?" ”

"Oaths? Ha ha... Tribute? Haha..."

Teutonic didn't stop or look back, just let out a maniacal laugh like a night owl, "Great Hadinis! Ha ha... The oath raised by the bitch, let the tribute be to hell! The Teutonic will never be able to return to the Northeast again, and there will be no more hope..."

His voice grew quieter and quieter, whimpering until he couldn't be heard.

The powerhouse snow monster grabbed him and threw him back in front of the ancient bones.

This move made his emotions explode completely.

He vented his hopeless despair with all his might, his voice hurried and fast, and his language was bitter.

"Damn it!"

"The ice and snow goddess raised by the bitch is on top!"

"Forget your tribute, poor ice dancer!"

"Don't you understand, there is no hope for the Teutonic anymore! Pray to the heavens, and let the bitch-raised heavens send you another human who can become strong, and he will give you a tribute! ”

"Haha! Abundant tribute, a steady stream of human blood! ”

The ghostly fire in the eyes of the huge skeleton flickered and dimmed, making the valley that had been shrouded in gray all year round even more gloomy. It didn't make a hollow sound, just watched Atwood, who had fallen into a frenzy, cursing everything.

God, the Ancestors, the Ice Goddess, and himself.

Maybe enough was venting, or maybe there was no answer, and Teuton regained his composure.

He stood up again and walked out, leaving the indifferent voice and back to Hadinis, "Kill me if you want to, do it, Teutonic no longer has the strength to fulfill his oath." ”

Teutonic hope was cut off from him, but glory could not be extinguished in him.

"If you want to be strong, just stay."

Hadinis finally spoke again, stopping Teuton's steps, "You have my blood in you, and the great Hadinis is your ancestor. It's the ancestors who should do something for their descendants, you said it. ”

Atwood turned, staring coldly at the green flames burning in his hollow sockets, his lips tightly closed.

In his heart, he had already apologized to his father, given up hope, and did not dare to believe in any miracles.

"Damn Teuton! Don't you believe in your ancestors? ”

Stimulated by Teuton's attitude, its voice was full of anger, "Can't the great Hadinis even renew the broken vein?" Of course, there is no such thing as a free lunch. You're going to pay a little bit of price! Because you are not the Teutonic of a thousand years ago, and I am not the Hadinis of a thousand years ago. ”

"At what cost."

Atwood's eyes lit up with a flame of hope.

"A small price. If you pay, there will be great surprises waiting for you, not only to become a strong person. ”

"Damn it! What exactly is the price! ”

His anger could not be suppressed again.

Then he knew, so he was silent.

The price of this was a sacrifice, with one of his children to be sacrificed to Hadinis.

Hadesny, who devoured the blood of Teuton, will fuse the essence blood from his heart and inject it into Atwood's heart to replenish his vein.

A new life must be exchanged for death.

This is the law of heaven and earth, the evil taste of God.

"This is the only way, think of the glory of the Teutonic dynasties and tell me your decision."

The flames in the eye sockets of the giant skeleton had been extinguished for days, and Atwood was still thinking about it.

He could not resist the hope of regaining the glory of his surname.

Nor can it erase the brilliance of humanity.

Father, if it were you, what would you choose?

He tried to throw the question at his father, who had long since turned into dry bones, and what he got was a cold wind whimper.

But Teutonic knew the answer.

His father was a man of honor, a good lord, upright, just, and tenacious as a rock in the cold and frozen ground. He will protect his territory and his people with his life, protect his children, and not let the banner of the Roaring Snowfland get a little dirt on it. They will not trade their children's lives for a future, even if that future is within reach.

He won't say yes!

Yes, the last Teutonic duke would not have accepted it.

He would turn and go, give up hope, and go forward with the sword in his hand until he fell in a pool of blood with his wounds, until the cold wind sang a sad song, until the frozen ground buried him.

But Father, your heavenly spirit, does you know that there is no hope for the Teutonic surname?

How many of the ancestors with the Teutonic surname died in a pool of blood to make the Roaring Snow Monster banner stand in the north, so that the pride and glory can be passed on to this day.

I have three children, my father.

I love them as much as you love me, but they are also Teutons.

The blood in their bodies was destined to flow for this surname, and to give their lives for the glory of their ancestors.

I already have three children, father.

One less can still pass on this surname, multiply in the north where the banner of the roaring snowfield monster is flying, and let the glory that has been passed down for thousands of years be passed on again, forever.

For the sake of the Teutonic generations, forgive me, father...

I'm sorry... Father.

I have tarnished the glory of Teuton, and you need not forgive me...

Atwood stepped under the pale skeleton and bit his arm to drip blood on its toe bones, igniting the fire in its eye sockets.

"Boy? Or a girl? ”

He asked, without a hint of emotion in his voice.

...........

Two months later, Atwood reappeared in the Valley of Bones.

He had lost a lot of weight, his gray hair and beard were a little whiter, and his cheekbones were raised high and deepened, like those carved by a knife and axe.

He also had a child in his arms.

A very beautiful little boy, less than two years old, inherited her mother's delicate face and brown hair.

The chicken-heart-shaped face, round eyes, two shallow pear vortices, and a fleshy nose make the slightly upturned lips look cute. He had already grown a lot of teeth, and his lips were even more rosy.

He's a lively and laughing elf.

He also inherited the tenacity of growing up in the cold and frozen soil of Teutonic Ton, and was not afraid of the cold wind in the valley at all, stretching out his white and tender little hands to pull his father's messy beard, and let out a giggle laugh.

He didn't know what was waiting for him.

He didn't need to know.

In the nature of a child, to be in his father's arms is to be in the safest place in the world, even if there is a tall and hideous snowfield monster walking next to his father.

There is no grass in the valley of bones, the sky is always thick with clouds, the sun never favors here, and it is gloomy and desolate in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Just as Teutonic was in the mood right now, as his son was pulling at his beard, drawing his eye with his voice. "Father, giggles..."

Yes, his son was already able to speak, and he had already spat out the words father and mother clearly and accurately.

If it were another two years, he would be running all over the floor and naughtily soiling his clothes; If it is more than ten years later, he should be high-spirited, with the enthusiasm of young people and the vision of the future, to break through, to become a real man; If, and if...

"Kid, I'm sorry."

Teutonic kissed the child's forehead with his cold lips, a finger tapped on the back of his neck, and the world fell silent.

He fainted, in order to meet the darkness that was coming.

This time, without Teuton's pale toe bones smeared with blood, the hollow eye sockets of the ancient bones burned on their own, accompanied by a hollow voice, "You're finally here, Teuton." You make the right choice and will get everything you want. As your ancestor, the great Hadinis will not make you regret it. ”

The right choice?

Won't you regret it?

Yes, I won't regret it, there is no word in the blood of the Teutons who grew up in the cold wind and permafrost.

But I will be spurned by the Teutonic generations, tormented by my conscience for the rest of my life, and my soul will not be at peace even if I die.

Teuton's heart was filled with sorrow.

I tried to resist the urge to turn around and leave, and walked forward step by step.

Every step is slow, every step is hard. No matter how far the journey would be, there would be an end, and finally, Atwood gently placed the child under the pale toe bone.

"Promise me, Hadinis, not to let him suffer in any way."

He made his voice just as slowly, just as hard.

"I will. He also has my blood in his veins. ”

As soon as the words fell, the ghostly fire in the eye sockets of the huge skeleton instantly brightened, and a black line emerged from the chest that was still clinging to the dry skin, and spread down the bone to the little boy.

The little boy was still asleep, and there was no pain on his round little face, only quiet serenity.

The last serenity.

His small body withered at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye, and in less than a second it was a pile of ashes.

He, like many people in the world, was born small and unknown; Death is also small, silent.

"No !!"

Teutonic fell to his knees at once, tears that could no longer be contained, and flowed all over his face, with deep guilt.

Struggling to control his trembling hands, he gently gathered the ashes together, ripped the clothes off his chest, wrapped them up, and placed them in a close-fitting linen linen.

The ash was very small and light, but it weighed him down.

"Teuton, put away your useless sorrows. Come to the time of hope! ”

Hadinis' voice interrupted his sorrow.

The Age of Hope?

Teuton looked up.

The snowfland monster standing next to him suddenly pressed him, flat on the layers of white bones. A sharp claw slashed through his chest, revealing a strong, powerful heart that was bright red and black.

However, it was immediately dark.

A black drop of blood dripped from Hadinis's heart and slammed into Teuton's heart, seeping into it and staining it black with the bright red it had been.

The black hearts beat violently, carrying the hope in their mouths.

Teuton's hair, eyebrows, and beard were instantly pale, withered and brittle, swaying in the cold wind, making the sound of ice slag clashing.

The endless dead air of the Valley of Bones had corrupted Hadinis, and its blood had corrupted the Teuton.

If Teutonic could see the veins in his body, he would find that his veins were no longer golden, but pale black, rapidly spreading to the limbs, connecting the broken places, and smoothly closing the loop in the heart.

He broke through the shackles and became a strong man, like the previous Teutonic dukes, the difference was that his blood was filled with a faint death air, and his hair was filled with an icy cold.

Having achieved his long-held expectations, Teutonic felt no joy in his heart, only inexplicable sadness.

Father, did you see that?

I became a strong man, I lived by the family motto of never giving up, and on my shoulders I raised the hope of a Teutonic revival...

Father, I'm sorry.

I am no longer a Teuton, I have stained the blood of the Teutons, I have abandoned the honor of the Teutonic generations.

Although it is for the honor of the Teutonic generations.

Fortunately, my two children, your descendants, their blood has not been stained, they are still a real Teuton, a future Teuton...

"Teuton, heir to my bloodline. Remember, I'm Hadinis Mukara, an ice dancer! Your last name will henceforth be Mukara! The voice of the huge skeleton revealed a faint weakness, and even the eyes of the burning ghost fire dimmed a lot, "As the giver of blood, I have given you hope for the future; As a benefactor of my bloodline, you need to fulfill your vows and pay tribute! ”

"Now, heir to my surname, you go north and find my altar."

"Find an adult male icefield mammoth, kill it, dig out its heart and put it on it; Slice your arm, drip your blood, and you'll have all the rights of an ice dancer! ”

The burning flame was extinguished, and Teutonic rose and went further north.

Teutonic is a surname that grew up in the cold and frozen soil, hard as a rock, and does not indulge in sorrow for long.

The face of the life-giving father, Atwood remembers, and remembers his teachings. Although he now has a new surname, he should no longer call Teutonic an ancestor.

What are all the rights of an ice dancer?

Atwood found out a year later.

It took half a year to find the altar of the ice dancer.

Moreover, adult male icefield mammoths have the strength of a strong man and dominate a herd, which brings great difficulty.

Atwood used all odds to kill one.

When he pulled out the mammoth's heart and dripped the blood on the altar as Hadinis had instructed, he was given a bony horn - a piece recessed in the center of the altar, and it lay inside.

That's my right to change my surname inheritance?

A bony horn?

Teuton picked it up and looked at it carefully.

The horn was small, only the size of a palm, and black and pale intertwined, forming twisted veins that crawled all over the surface.

There's nothing weird about it.

It's so simple that the most crappy goldsmiths in the north can make it, except that it looks quaint.

There are many things in the world that are ruined on the outside.

Atwood understood this, and he put the trumpet to his mouth and blew it hard.

"Woo... Woo..."

It was not loud, but it was desolate, and the cold wind spread throughout the ice field, spreading into the iron groves.

The surface of the lake with thick ice cracked, the earth with thick snow trembled, and thousands of figures came out of the water or earth and rushed to the altar.

They are all more than two meters tall.

There were a pair of curved horns on the top of their heads, two fangs exposed from their lips, and their skin was dark blue and covered with ice slag.

After a circle, one with the longest crooked corner on his head came out and knelt down on one knee in front of Teuton's eyes, leading all the figures to salute.

"The benefactor of the Ice Dancer bloodline, the heir to the Mukara surname, and your loyal servant, the Iceskins, will serve you unto death in accordance with an ancient contract."

Its voice was the same as that of ice slag, bumping and bumping, and popping out word by word.

In the distance, a tremor of the ground came, and five powerhouse-level snow monsters with a height of five meters led hundreds of companions with a height of three meters from far to near, and they also let out a roar of submission on all fours.