In the icy water, Ivan struggled to stick his head out of the water, and under his unsteady feet, the strangely shaped puppet was crawling at the bottom of the water.

The puppet is supposed to be painless, and it tries to keep moving, but the movement of twisting its body is very unnatural. On the right side of its elongated body, a fin-shaped part, pierced by a silver blade more than two meters long, nailed to a stone pile in the riverbed.

The fins are supposed to be balanced, and they are made up of several hoses of different lengths, connected together with a special material, and the water attribute magic crystals at the roots send cold water into the hose, and then spray out at different speeds. The unhurried flow of water allows it to move freely in the current, and the fierce current, like a cannonball, becomes its weapon.

However, at this moment, the hose was cut off, and the impact of the current pulled it, and the entire fin broke in half.

Ivan gave his weight to his Lightgill. He hadn't studied closely how long the Sword of Illusion could reach in his hand before, but now thanks to the extended blade embedded deep in the stone crevices, he was able to peek his head out of the river and breathe in the cool air. The wind on the river in winter was surprisingly cool, but it cleared his mind a lot.

The puppet's body shook violently, it was not a living being, it did not notice that its body was damaged, and it could not adjust its posture in time. Now, it can't balance in the turbulent water!

But the water-attribute magic crystal was not destroyed, and Ivan only had time to catch his breath when the frenzied current set off again, smashing him down like a tidal wave beating against a reef. The puppet doesn't understand that its aggressive behavior can also cause danger to itself. Ivan felt as if he had been hit by a galloping carriage in his chest, and the long body of the unsteady puppet hit Ivan with the impact of the current, and Ivan bent down in pain, and the river once again went over his head, and his feet, which had managed to hold himself up, slid away involuntarily.

He felt a heavy object pushing him hard, and it was washed downstream with the current. In the tumbling river, the whole world was turned upside down, and the cold river water accidentally poured into his mouth, and his head suddenly felt sharp pain. Unable to open his eyes, Ivan didn't even know that the Sword of Phantom Light was still in his hands, and could only rely on his perception of magic to find his own power.

He struggled to concentrate - he had to get up again, the air in his lungs was squeezed out by the puppet's impact, and he would soon be unable to hold on!

Just as the pain of lack of oxygen became more and more intense, finally, the sensation of touching something came from the arm. The Phantom Light Sword touched something hard. Ivan immediately grabbed the hilt of his sword with both hands and stabbed forward with all his might, even though he could no longer distinguish the direction. The blade was secured, and Ivan immediately kicked his legs, trying to straighten up against the support of the Phantasmal Sword. With a hula, he finally felt the cold air over his head again.

The blade of the sword got stuck in a crack in the stone of the riverbed. I don't know when, the puppet is no longer attached to him. The moment he looked up, he saw the puppet, all like a writhing water snake, all its fins spitting water, not sliding as it had just done.

It seems to be adjusting the balance, but not very successfully. Ivan didn't know that the puppet itself was the latest research that had not yet been tested, and that many of its functions were imperfect. He felt one of his feet on a smooth stone, the water was rushing and grinding all the stones at the bottom of the river smooth, Ivan lifted his foot, let his boots get stuck in the gap in the stone, turned sideways, and the surging waves shattered a silver light and shadow.

At this time, all the silver light was gathering towards Ivan, and he did his best to infuse the magic into the blade, and he knew what he needed. Not only should it be sharp, but it must also be long and wide enough to withstand greater impacts.

Bang!

The water flow ruthlessly threw the puppet onto the blade of the sword in Ivan's hand, and under the weight of the water, the puppet's long body made of unknown material immediately cracked, and it felt like cutting through a slippery and elastic snake tail. With a thud, the blade touched the metal pipe hidden in the very center. The metal rubbed against the blade with a piercing scream.

The river roared wildly, and Ivan felt like his foot was about to break, and he struggled desperately to hold his body steady. Now his body can't move, and the only power he can use is the magic power infused into his hands.

There was a crunch, and the metal pipe snapped up, and it snapped! The blade of the magic of light resisted the violent impact of the water, and cut off the metal! The sudden weakening pressure shook Ivan into the water again, but this time he quickly found his balance.

On the map on the table, golden dots of light moved from the river to the shore.

Gail stared in surprise at the dimly lit spot, his hand holding the teacup trembling violently, and the beautiful amber liquid spilled everywhere. On the other side of the table, Ballan didn't seem to figure out what was going on, and the muscles on his face stiffened as if they were petrified.

Carlo remained expressionless, not utter a word.

Ivan felt that his limbs no longer belonged to him.

After being extremely cold, his body emitted a lot of heat, and now he only felt very tired, very tired, and would rather lie on the river like this, and never move.

But it can't go on like this. Wendy had been taught common sense that made him climb up and tear off his winter coat, which was completely soaked with water. Soggy clothes can suck the heat out of the body, and in the cold winter months, it can often mean death.

He stumbled into the bushes near the river, sat down against an aspen that had lost all its leaves, and struggled to wring out his clothes.

He saw a red streak of blood hanging from his arm. He didn't have time to retract his arm when the metal pipe bounced up, and by that time his reaction had become sluggish. But he didn't feel much pain, maybe because of the cold, maybe because of numbness.

It's miserable......

Ivan stared blankly at the bleeding-red wound, as if it had nothing to do with him, and then, he gradually felt a little sad, and then, a mixture of fear and self-deprecation gradually welled up from the bottom of his heart, as if the unstoppable flow of water hit his chest.

He thought he was mentally prepared. No matter how dangerous and difficult it was, he had to stick to his decision, but when he recalled the experience in the river, he suddenly felt that he was actually very weak, very useless, as fragile as a duckweed in the water, which would be destroyed if it was light. He didn't have any reason to die here! He came here for the future of a girl, because that girl was so special to him!

He thought that he could force himself not to regret and not to be afraid, but the suppressed love would not disappear after all, and in this cold and strange jungle, he was powerless and drowned by the love he had been suppressing.

Ivan knew he had another option, the golden spar was hanging underneath the badge, but he didn't want to think about it.

He didn't want Carlo to come to his rescue, and even when his life was at stake, he stubbornly didn't want to see Carlo with that cold and stern face extending a helping hand to him.

Actually, sometimes, people's ideas are really stupid.

Ivan tried to laugh at himself, but only let out a weak cough. It's been a long time since the lookout looked so far away on the top of a hill covered by pine and cypress.

Not far from him, the white walls, in the same style as the entire hunting ground, told him that he was still in the labyrinth.

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P.S. The computer was sent for repair, and it was inconvenient to borrow someone else's computer...... Please forgive me for the late update.