The frost giant team was the first to step into the river, and the ice froze the water. Nimue didn't raise her head and followed the leader across the river. The river is only waist deep, with blood red emerging from the turbid waves.
It was so obvious, she thought, that anyone with eyes could see the difference. Sure enough, after taking a few steps, Bridev grabbed her. Before he could ask questions, Nimue answered first: "I went to the river to take a bath and accidentally used up all my magic power."
"Are you taking a bath with that drow?"
"No, he's too young," Nimue replied. Her words prompted a chuckle.
"You are too close to the elves." Bridev still looked at her suspiciously, "First it was the wild elf, and then it was the drow. The frost giants only abide by the oldest covenant and do not make friends with other mysterious races."
"It was Captain Hetlenner who asked me to ask him if he wanted to join the Alliance."
"Uh, I guess he didn't agree?" Bridev paused.
If I say yes, will he take my previous bragging as fart? Nimue heard the leader chatting with his cronies. He was very proud of himself, showing off the stories he heard from the human mercenaries, and their comments on things as small as boots getting wet, and as big as the safety of the mysterious realm. These topics had a profound impact on Shuang. It's all new to the giants. "The best thing for idiots is to judge others." Hilda told her, "Of course, I am also one of the idiots. But I never deny this." Nimue believed her words. Ever since she learned that Breedeve had called Dalton a "purple lizard with a broken leg," she realized that Dalton was obviously one of them.
Bridev's comment turned into sarcasm, swirling around her lips. But Nimue didn't say anything in the end. "He refused and walked away. "The stupid leader is my kin after all, she thought, and I'm not smart either. There is no room for wisdom in the life of a frost giant.
"The vampires leaving the alliance does not mean that we will accept their enemies." Breedev turned to announce to his cronies. This is probably another boring argument heard from mercenaries. "We will never forget that it was Saint Valoran and the underground race who were the first to betray the covenant."
"No." She couldn't help but chime in, "The people of Bures were the first to break away from the St. Mirend Alliance. They tried to restart the Holly Agreement."
Bredev narrowed his eyes. "Look at our historical genius." He deliberately walked past Nimue, splashing a large amount of water. "That wild elf told you? You must have believed it, don't deny it. Most people will beautify the ethnic group they come from, Nimue, remember this lesson. She undoubtedly lied."
Hilda is a mist spirit, not a nature spirit. But Nimue didn't argue with him. In fact, the argumentative frost giant is a rare individual, and most of her companions would rather talk about the weather together in harmony. "it snowed today". "Uh-huh". "It cleared up for a while in the evening." "good luck". "It will snow tomorrow." Such speculations often elicit a burst of exclamation when realized. Because most frost giants believe that only the sky is unpredictable, the Yeti Tundra is not covered in blizzards all the time.
It wasn't until she met Hilda that Nimue's views gradually changed. The wild elves bluntly stated that their lives were too devoid of fun, and the things they talked about were boring and boring. It sounded like a meeting of a communication disorder club. In order to convince the frost giant, she presented Croita's astrology and told Nimue that the weather was cheap information that could be known twenty days in advance. Astrologers even only used this as a test question for their apprentices.
Nimue found herself missing Hilda. I need you, she thought dully, then turned around and searched among the Windrunners... Oh, she died, I buried her with my own hands. There are always casualties in war, and my friendship with Hilda is still there, I buried her deep. Hedath used the remains of the Yeti to create a new one, something Nimue couldn't do. Nor did she want Hilda to become someone else.
Her magic gradually returned, and the frost became easier to form. Briddev no longer hovered around her to examine her, and he stopped bragging to his companions about the "news" he had overheard. The river where the frost giants walked formed a long bridge. The Alliance cavalry crossed the river across the bridge, and the heavily armored bugbear team fell at the end. They trampled the long bridge to pieces and parts were washed away by the current.
"Why are we always at the forefront? Pioneers are always prone to casualties." Nimue complained to Hilda about this problem.
"Who said that?" the wild elf retorted, "Nightingale was the first to explore the road, so I let you take the lead. And the commander is also following you, so they can't possibly go to die, right?"
The commanders of the alliance are usually elemental beings. These strange creatures of different colors run very fast when they pass the ice bridge, as if the magic on them has suddenly failed, and they will melt through the ground in the next second. Nimue didn't like them much at first, but then Hilda introduced her friend to her, an elemental being covered in green phosphorous fire, with hands and feet that looked like hooks. Her body temperature was as low as Nimue's, with almost no heat. This cold light elemental being was very popular with Nimue, but she was not happy to be friends with the frost giant. In fact, most people are like her and that's nothing to worry about.
The control of magic became more and more convenient, and the long bridge under the frost giant team spread into a dam, and the river water was blocked on the side. This was a rare situation. Nimue felt as if she had returned to the Great Glacier. Apart from the snowfields, there was no place in Knox where ice and snow magic could be used so freely.
Briddev privately claimed that this was some kind of mysterious phenomenon that only existed in places like Gray Wing Island. Then he told others that the Yeti Tundra was also a special area, so as to enjoy the surprised and yearning eyes of others. Nimue hated him, but he was her relative. This is what Hedas said. All frost giants are related by blood, because they are the bloodline of the God of Winter... Although even Hilda does not know who the God of Winter is.
She stretched out her hand and pressed it into the river. The frost froze her hair and rough skin. The waves turned into still white, and the horizontal stripes were like fresh snow. Nimue realized that thunder was rolling in the dark clouds overhead, and lightning flashed across the mountain tops, illuminating the river and ice. This was indeed a mysterious phenomenon, Nimue had to admit, but it had nothing to do with the unusual ease of magic. Lightning is lightning and ice is ice. Hilda would have approved of her. Since the end of the battle with the vampires, the wild elves have begun to agree with her views, instead of just asking her to be an audience.
The elemental life swirling around the phosphorus fire stopped, and she was two yards to the left of Nimue, holding a strangely shaped spike in her hand. It's made of hardwood and has a surface rough enough to grip ice. She's using this to keep her balance. Seeing Nimue, she raised her cold hand and knocked on the frost giant's shoulder.
If she wasn't standing on the ice, she could only touch my knees. Nimue lowered her head. "I'm listening. What are your orders?"
"I am Tekapo," the elemental being said. "You are Hilda's friend Nimue. I know you."
"We are friends forever," she emphasized.
"Well, she can't object anyway."
"Why are you looking for me? Bridev is our leader."
"I only recognize you. To be honest, frost giants all look the same to me. You don't value outstanding features. There is no difference between armor, weapons, and even breastplates." Tekapo said, "Who cares about your leader?" ?He doesn't look very reliable. Seriously, the elemental here seems very testy and difficult to control."
Nimue lowered her head and stirred the river water, and another layer of frost floated up. "It's okay. I think it's easier." Bridev was talking nonsense, but it was a fact that casting magic became easier.
"I'm talking about elements, not magic. This is not a thing." Tekapo's phosphorescence kept flickering, as if there were grass-seed goblins spinning around her. Even Nimue could see the expression on her face: this big guy didn't understand the profound mysteries of mysticism, because the mystery of the frost giant came from his blood. It doesn't matter. This is what it is.
And it’s not like we don’t have things in common. "Breedev." The leader walked across the ice like a river. Tekapo turned his head, the hardwood spikes digging into the ice.
"What are you plotting?" he asked.
Tekapo pulled out the wooden thorn, and ice fragments splashed onto Bridev's chest. She stepped back one after another and distanced herself from them. "Since it's a conspiracy, why should I tell you?"
"Nimue is my tribe."
"But you are not her father, right?" Cold Light Element Life teased, "Of course, you are inevitably curious, after all, you are very concerned about whether you will be mentioned when we discuss size. But don't worry, big guy, to be honest Let me tell you, ordinary frost giants are never within our consideration range."
But Bridev is no ordinary frost giant, Nimue thought. Sure enough, after Tekapo left, he turned around and warned her: "Have less contact with outsiders." He didn't know who he was talking to.
"Tekapo is Hilda's friend."
"I heard Hilda call her Teacup. Think about what nickname she would have given you if she were alive."
"Better than a purple lizard with a broken leg."
He glared at Nimue. "If you weren't my relative, who would be willing to tell you this? Stop causing trouble and leave outsiders alone!"
Nimu followed his ramblings and turned to look at the beach below the mountain. The landing was as difficult as any battle she had ever experienced. Frost giants always have a hard time on the battlefield because the enemies are either too small or too light, and both are very fast. Bugbears also have this problem, but they cannot use ice and snow magic, so they are ranked behind the frost giants on the list of enemies to focus on.
The Blood Tribe was originally a member of the Oath Keepers Alliance, but Nimue was not impressed by them. Vampires don't like them either. Nimue was horrified when Bridev said that these guys relied on the taste of blood to choose their partners.
"Nimue." She lowered her head and realized that Tekapo had turned back to her at some point. Sita looked very nervous. "Did you notice that too?"
What? The frost giant didn't understand, but Tekapo had already grabbed one of the spikes on her back. "There are too many obstacles here, and I really can't do anything about it." She climbed onto Nimue's shoulders and grabbed a handful of long hair.
"Let go," Nimue said angrily, "You're grabbing my eyebrows!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm so light anyway... what a hell! Damn it... ok, I'm down."
"What the hell are you doing?" I also boasted to Nathanael that I would have a Theta friend, but now it seems that I can't stand them. "What are you looking at?"
The skin of "Teacup" turned dark green, and phosphorus fire flew rapidly. "Fleet." When she spoke, Nimue was startled. She didn't talk like this originally, and the frost giant almost thought she was one of his own race.
"They left?" Nimue asked. Why do I think so?
The phosphorus fire around Teacup Tekapo flew faster. "The ships are destroyed." Her hardwood stab dug into the ice. "All I saw were their remains."
