Damn it......

Ivan didn't feel very far away when he rode Sylvia's boat to the castle in the lake, but when he had to swim to the shore on his own hands and feet and the crow's cloak, he found that the lake of mirrors was unimaginably large.

Clarence must have sailed to a place far to the north shore, but why couldn't he see the shore of the lake? The light and shadow of the kerosene lamps around him had long been blurred, and the exclamations of strangers, and the strange laughter, all grew farther and farther away like an overnight dream. The echoes of the wind and waves continued, like the eternal tides.

"Let's go. ”

Clarence didn't wait long, he held up the book of magic, awakened the wind on both sides of the ice floe, and said decisively. Aisha tilted her head in confusion.

"But, but Ivan...... And what about the crows?"

"Ravens don't die. By the time Clarence whispered the words in silence, the winds of magic had pushed the water against the edge of the ice, "Neither will Yafir. ”

He paused, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a very shallow but gentle smile appeared.

"Until the 'Earth Elf King' catches up with Yafir, please come with me to the castle. ”

The Romesan runes still hovered over the castle, the lights on the northern side were gone, and the glow of green made the castle look like a ghostly tomb. Aisha looked back, and her expression instantly became solemn.

"Ulysses and Devany Shelling are still in the castle, we have to ...... Stop them. ”

Sylvia, who was about to lose consciousness from the cold, struggled to persuade her, and Aisha lowered her head, not thinking too long, as if she had made a difficult decision, she bit her lower lip and nodded vigorously.

"I see. ”

That's all there is to it. Capture the Grand Elder and the Feather Traveler in the castle and have them take back the monsters they have summoned, so that Ivan will be safe!

Although, at this time, the wind blowing on the mirror lake was as cold as a sharp ice blade, and in order to hurry, Clarence gritted his teeth and increased the speed of the wind pushing the water. The sorcerers on the ships they had thrown behind seemed to have not come back to their senses at all, and there was no one to stop them or lend a helping hand.

In this way, it is a miracle that they were able to come down from the ice without being frozen.

Perhaps the desire to save people was driving the unconscious limbs, and Essa jumped into the ruins without hesitation as Clarence melted the ice so that their ice-stuck clothes could be torn off. Clarence took Sylvia's hand and stepped on the slippery gravel to climb the hillside.

The castle collapsed less than a quarter. If it were an ordinary building, it would not have been able to withstand the tremor of the earthquake and the tremendous impact of the black stone "cannonball" breaking through the walls. The blackstone building, illuminated by the light of the runes, exudes an unparalleled majesty at such a time, which is a kind of coercion that can only be found in such an ancient and mysterious castle of worship.

Clarence paused for a moment, looked up at the magical runes above him that were more sacred than the stars, and continued to climb the shattered black stone towards the interior of the castle. Under the destruction of the Earth Elf King, a straight but bumpy passage was knocked out.

They soon came to a church-like hall, no, it should be said that it was originally a hall.

The dragon's skull rolls to the ground.

The broken dragon wings burned in the red fire, and the silver snake twisted its body, its eyes round.

The solemn hall had been changed beyond recognition, but something more conspicuous than the destroyed dragon statues and serpentine lampstands grabbed all the attention of the three of them the moment they walked in. In the middle of the hall, on the pitch-black iron floor, there was a lot of red!

It was a bright red circle!

Clarence gasped and ran towards the circle. Above the intricate circle of Romesa written in blood, white feathers floated up and down without a trace of blood. As Clarence ran, he shouted to Aisha and Sylvia, "Don't come here yet!"

He stopped at the edge of the circle.

It wasn't the circle itself that frightened him, but the body lying quietly in the circle. Like some kind of religious mural, the young girl was curled up, lying on her side in a faintly glowing blood, her white wings stretched out above her head.

Seeing this scene, Aisha and Sylvia were also stunned.

It didn't take anyone to explain that the girl's appearance already indicated her identity. The silky light grass-colored hair was elegantly draped behind her head, and from behind the three strands of her sideburns, it was clearly not human ears, but ear feathers covered with white feathers like the wings of a white dove, with a graceful outline of wings, and the small wings fluttered slightly as she breathed.

She is the Feather Clan, a real, living Feather Clan.

The quiet face was like a god, perfect and holy, and the skin of the Feather Maiden was fairer than that of a human noble lady, without a trace of blood flushing. She wore a white and blue staggered dress, the loose blue skirt was supposed to be easy to move, and the white sleeves were decorated with silver snowflakes. The belt, the ankles, and the ornaments are fresh and reminiscent of nature, and there are snowflake-shaped hairpins stuck on the top of her head, as if she is the embodiment of snow.

"Devany Shelling......" Clarence called softly, holding her breath, "You, can you hear me......?"

The Feather Clan girl was completely unresponsive, and her increasingly rapid breathing seemed to be due to excessive blood loss, and a deep cut was made on her wrist. Sylvia swallowed hard and sat down on the ground with a thud.

Why, why is Devany here?

Didn't she do this to Ulysses and the people of Takamo, and why didn't she see Ulysses, who was not with Devany and the two of them to maintain the magic of the Elven King of the Summoned Land?

What the hell is wrong, why is there only Devany here? Why?

"Angu, Sivorivo, Ogdanmissa, Caiman......"

The tip of Clarence's tongue began to beat rapidly, and a complex and light Romesa leaped out of his mouth. Sylvia looked at her brother's back dumbfounded, at this moment, she felt that her brother in front of her was as pious as a pilgrim, as if every syllable was a respect for the ancient wisdom of the Yu clan.

Finally, the slender eyelashes of the Feather Clan girl fluttered.

"Miss Devany Shelling, is it?" Clarence crouched down and looked anxiously at the pale face in the circle, "Can you hear me?"

"Miss Devany Snowling, please wake up!" Essia behind her couldn't help but cry out in her heart, she had realized that only this Feather Clan girl could stop this magic and stop the Earth Elf King.

"Dai, Daphne......" Sylvia's voice was as low as the chirping of insects, and she stared at the bright red circle with tears in her eyes, "Daphne ...... "tell me what is going on!"

The onion-white fingers also bent slightly, and the feather girl opened her eyes blankly, and her charming silver-blue eyes flashed with a bewildered light as if they could suck people in.

"Hmm...... What is this place?" The first words she uttered surprised everyone.