There was silence in the blue divine realm. People's eyes with suspicion and astonishment were like sharp knives, making the already unstable spirit of those being watched almost boil.
Before he could speak, some tribesmen couldn't help shouting.
"What are you talking about? This kind of thing must be fake!"
The yeller was a young boy in his early teens. Not long ago, he was willing to fight with adventurers in order to protect the reputation of the Himi family - everyone knew that becoming a guard and protecting Snow Mountain Villa had been his dream since he was a child.
"Do you want to doubt the third elder based on such a few scraps of paper?" Nick blushed, "Even if there is the handwriting of the third elder on it, it is entirely possible that someone deliberately imitated it! Look at the displeasure of our Bingjian family. Duo, don’t fall for the trick of sowing discord, don’t forget that when the monsters attacked the villa last year, the third elder risked his life to save us!”
The young man's angry voice mixed with the sound of wind and snow echoed on the altar. Gradually, some people showed hesitation, and their eyes looking at the paper in their hands became more and more confused.
For the people of Snow Mountain Villa, Morton, the third elder of the Himi family, is an undoubted hero. He protects his people, guards the villa, and works hard day and night so that his people can live a happy life - would such a person really conduct such a cruel experiment and sacrifice his own people for it?
"Third Elder."
Nick turned around and looked at the leader of Snow Mountain Villa with trusting eyes.
"I trust you, and I believe that many tribesmen who have been protected by you will also trust you. We will not treat you as an enemy just because of a few pieces of paper with unknown origins." The young man tried to show his respect to the elders he respected. A smile.
"Besides, there's only one thing you need to do to refute what's being said on paper."
Nick shook the manila page in his hand. It was full of wrinkles, and it seemed that it had been damaged because the boy had pinched it too hard.
"Look, it says that the jade bracelet you gave us will extract our magic power and use it for your magic experiment today - how can it slander you like this? You obviously want to protect everyone, so you put such precious The things were given to us.”
The young man raised his head, his green pupils filled with anticipation and a hint of panic that he was unaware of.
"——So, as long as you allow us to take it down now, it means everything written on the paper is false, right?"
The overwhelmed Himi clan members gradually came to their senses. They realized that everything was just as Nick said, and they all looked eagerly at the elder at the front of the altar, wanting to immediately get a guarantee that would reassure them.
According to what the Third Elder said in the past, the jade bracelet can protect the wearer in case of danger. Now everyone is in the snow-covered divine realm. There is no monster around, and there is no way they will encounter any danger. So, of course, whether or not to wear a bracelet is a trivial matter.
——However, under the gaze of countless tribesmen, the respected elder remained silent and did not say a word.
The snowflakes were blown down by the strong wind, staining the dark robe with dots of white. People's eyes gradually changed from expectation to confusion, and then to fear and disbelief; but the elders in colorful clothes had put away their deliberately gentle demeanor.
He had a sullen face and glanced at a corner of the crowd with a knife-like gaze.
"Harold, you're getting in my way again!"
His words were filled with hatred and anger, and were so hoarse that everyone felt so unfamiliar that they could not even recognize the voice of the gentle third elder, Bingjian Morton.
But the old man who was glared at by him still walked out of the queue calmly and slowly.
As we all know, the Great Elder of Snow Wind Villa suffered a head injury during the night attack by Warcraft. After recovering, he became crazy and found it difficult to carry out daily conversations. But at this moment, the old man who used to be taciturn in his words and deeds was upright, his expression was solemn, and his glazed eyes were clear - just like before the disaster happened.
"I feel very sorry." Harold, the elder of the Himi family, said.
The old man looked back at the clansmen behind him - everyone's face was full of shock and grief, as if they still couldn't believe what was happening in front of them. Nick, who had just stood up for the third elder, was sitting in the snow. His expression was still a bit stunned, but tears had seeped out from the corners of his eyes and condensed into crystal boulders in the cold wind.
The great elder sighed softly.
"Morton, you have been fascinated by ancient magic." The old man said, "The third elder of the Himi family I know may occasionally indulge in personal preferences, but in his heart, the safety of his people always comes first. position, even above his own life."
He stared at the gloomy third elder and shook his head regretfully.
"What is standing in front of me now, is it the third elder Himijian Morton, or is it a body controlled by evil magic?"
"Shut up!" The third elder growled ferociously, "Ignorant person, what do you know? You have even turned a blind eye to the great miracle created by the sages, so what qualifications do you have to talk about justice and evil?"
Morton paused for a moment before speaking angrily, then laughed sinisterly.
"Harold, you are old." The third elder stroked the snowflakes on his shoulders and raised his head arrogantly, "Can't you realize it with your old and stupid head? I am here, and so are you. Here, all the people who are supposed to participate in this great ceremony are standing on the blue experimental field - the matter has come to this, exposing the so-called 'truth' will only make your death from unconsciousness to excruciating pain. "
"Besides, how many drops of magic power can you squeeze out of your rotten body?"
Before he finished speaking, the third elder took action without any warning. Dense ice blades flew out from his palm, slashing towards the Great Elder's heart with lightning speed.
His movement was so sudden that even the clansman standing closest could only let out a brief exclamation. But the Great Elder still stared straight ahead, calmly and sadly staring at the sharp blade flying towards him.
"Dang Cang."
The clear chirping echoed on the rock altar. The anxious expressions on the faces of the tribesmen froze, and gradually turned into astonishment after seeing the scene in front of them clearly.
The ice-haired boy had already stood in front of the old man at some point, blocking the attack of the ice blade with a pair of snow-white swords. The ice that was supposed to be solid was cut in half and scattered into pieces in the snow, disappearing without a trace.
Looking at the two long swords and the gorgeous and familiar patterns on them, strong hatred gradually climbed onto the face of the third elder.
"……It's you."
"Oh it's you!!"
Clive in the crowd blurted out a curse. He stared at the young man guarding the great elder, almost unable to believe his eyes.
"Karl...?"
Not only him, but also the young Himi family members who had dealt with the 'cowardly good-for-nothing Karl' and even bullied him were stunned on the spot. Someone shouted his name in astonishment, but the young man who used to run away at the slightest sign of trouble and never dared to attract attention remained unmoved at all. The surprised stares and noisy shouts from his peers failed to move his eyes.
Karl calmly put down his sword and looked directly at the ferocious-looking third elder.
"Perhaps you are more familiar with my appearance."
He raised his hand and gently placed a blank mask on his face.
The snow-like long sword, and the pair of disgustingly indifferent green eyes behind the mask - the familiar picture almost immediately ignited the anger of the third elder.
"Haha...thank you, Harold's grandson, Himi Carl."
The third elder covered his face with one hand and let out a strange dry laugh.
"You must not know how much I want to find you, the swordsman in silver." His body trembled, and even the words he spat out trembled, "Thirteen thousand six hundred and ninety-nine - this is when you kill me That lovable creation. Do you know, I have thought of countless ways to bury the silver-clad swordsman. Just now I was still thinking about what if he was in Snow Mountain Villa and was just killed. Drain your magic power and die, such an easy, quick and glorious death - how can you deserve it!!"
The middle-aged man hit the ice and snow hard with the wand in his hand. He looked crazy, "Thank you for taking the initiative to stand up. Yes, I specifically allow you to take off your bracelet. Your dirty magic should not flow into my beautiful creation. I will prepare your own for you." 's funeral——"
His words stopped abruptly. As the wand was raised slightly, the guards surrounding the altar drew their swords at the same time, pointing the sharp spear points at the helpless tribesmen.
"Oh, I seem to see someone trying to take off the gift I gave you." The third elder's boots tapped the ground lightly, looking around at his clansmen with cold eyes.
"Have you forgotten something? The Himi family's ancestor worship ceremony always lines up according to age. Look behind you."
At the very back of the altar, behind the children kneeling in the snow, a tall figure was approaching silently. When the tip of the gun pressed against the young child's delicate neck, causing warm blood to seep out drop by drop, even the youngest and ignorant child realized his situation.
Their bodies began to tremble, but the cold weapon was so close to their skin that the children did not even dare to cry.
"——You can try to see which one is faster if you take off the bracelet or if the spear pierces the throat." The third elder said leisurely.
As soon as these words came out, everyone stopped moving as if they were frozen.
"That's enough, don't hurt my child!" Someone yelled at the third elder.
He clenched his fist several times, and finally put down his hand in despair, no longer touching the abominable jade bracelet.
Looking at the people who looked like ice sculptures, the third elder nodded with satisfaction.
He looked again at the great elder and his only grandson who had remained silent.
"Oh, why are you two silent?" The third elder sighed with pretense of regret, "As expected, you also know that you two alone cannot fight against my warriors."
"Then, please enjoy this feast from the upper class seats."
The heavy wand struck the ground again. There is a vague shadow of an animal emerging at the end of the wind and snow.
It was an endless herd of deer with frightening antlers like a sea tide. When people noticed the presence of the monsters, they had completely surrounded the blue divine realm.
Standing in the center of the herd was still the pale housekeeper. Her voice was mixed with the crisp sound of deer bells, floating lightly into the wind and snow.
"Understood. Now start sealing off the divine realm."
As Sandy gave the order, the sound of deer bells rang loudly. Everyone watched helplessly as the water-like halo seeped out from the strange long antlers of the frightened deer herd - and then, whether it was the deer herd, the steward, or the boundary line of the divine domain, they all disappeared into the phantom. The snow beneath my feet became boundless, as terrifying as the infinite cage in a fairy tale.
At the same time, the person in charge of the guard group, Valen, took a few steps forward. Many guards followed his steps and pointed their gleaming weapons at the great elder and Karl.
Surrounded by many enemies, the old man and the young man looked so weak, as if they would be ruthlessly torn apart by weapons in the next second.
But the two people who were at a disadvantage did not show any panic. The old man lowered his eyes, his whispers being drowned in the blizzard.
"——I still have to rely on you, my friends."
As soon as the words fell, blazing flames exploded with the old man as the center. It was a high-temperature fire with the color of lava, which was enough to evaporate a snowstorm. Even though Valen had experienced many battles, he subconsciously took two steps back.
The third elder's eyelids suddenly jumped as he looked at the familiar firelight.
At some point, the old man standing near the great elder, always hunched, had taken off his hood. After the shadow faded, what was revealed was hair that was far darker than ice, and an overly youthful face.
The leader took a step forward and gently brushed away the black ash that fell on the great elder's shoulders.
"Adventurer Beidou, I will obey your orders."
Amidst the roar of the dragon of fire, Beidou bowed to the old man.
【Coming, coming, coming, coming--】
[Good guys, these three brothers are really tolerant, I would have jumped out a long time ago]
[This is called the essential skill of the protagonist to save people hhhh]
On the last day of the snowstorm battle, the live broadcast room at Station N was already crowded with excited onlookers. Millions of people are discussing it heatedly in the barrage, looking forward to the final plot unfolding.
[Didn’t they discuss before that there shouldn’t be too many people lurking in, as they would be easily noticed and discovered? I don’t think this is eye-catching at all]
[The old man’s trembling footsteps were vividly acted outww]
[Seriously, if I ask you to walk on a mountain road with your back hunched over and in high heels, you will tremble]
[When going up the mountain, the girl fell down and almost dropped her wig hahahahaha]
[Extremely true, she is an old lady with bad legs and feet.jpg]
[Then the question arises, how do the three of them plan to deal with the hundred or so subordinates of the third elder]
[Firepower is not a problem (after all, there is the explosive Beidou), the main thing is that there are hostages on the opposite side]
[It seems that they didn’t have time to discuss any tactics. After hiding the experimental records, they slept for an hour and then went to the meeting...]
[So fatigue is also a big problem. Commanding Pokémon in this state may not bring out its usual strength]
[Oh, that’s not the case, we Orange Islanders will stay up until at least the fourth day before we lose the energy to fight]
[Indeed, even if you have a full stomach, you will feel energetic even if you don’t sleep hh]
【? ? ? 】
[Here comes a speech with a pure orange flavor! 】
[Are you all hyperactive apes? (The bog jumping fish is sluggish.jpg)]
At this moment, the God's Domain Snowfield under countless lenses has long been plunged into chaos.
The adventurers' sudden attack prevented many guards from taking precautions and were blown away far away. Warren led his men to erect an ice shield to resist the attack, but under the erosion of the fire, the layer of ice continued to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The third elder's face was terrifyingly gloomy. He raised his magic wand - the gems embedded in it shone brightly, and ominous black and purple colors flowed from it. And as the strange ripples rippled, the magicians with ice-colored hair felt paralysis spreading from their wrists to their whole bodies, and all their strength was quickly withdrawn.
Within a few seconds, people fell to the ground uncontrollably. Someone struggled to reach out to the bracelet that glowed with black and purple light, but found that even lifting their fingers was difficult to accomplish.
"I advise you to stop." The third elder said coldly, "If you don't want to see other people die in front of you."
The leading adventurer turned his head and glanced at the speaker inexplicably.
"It's none of my business whether they live or die." Beidou said confidently, "First of all, our task is to protect Mr. Harold alone. If we include all the white-haired people, that's not the case. This is a problem that three million can solve.”
When he heard the figure that was several times higher than the commission he had set, the third elder's eyes suddenly twitched. He looked at the great elder - the stubborn old man looked terribly ugly, but he actually remained silent and did not refute the adventurer's words.
The third elder was not sure whether they were bluffing or really planning to sacrifice some people to save the overall situation, so they had to temporarily reduce the speed of magic power extraction.
——He has already carefully planned the time when the creations of the great sages will reappear. It is far from the time when the sacrifice can die.
"Harold, it seems that you are no longer the same person as before." The gem on the staff was still shining with purple light, reflecting the face of the third elder in a ferocious and strange way. "You chose to sacrifice your fellow racers." To achieve the goal - what is the difference between you and me now?"
"Besides, you will soon learn that the sacrifice you have determined to choose is meaningless."
As the middle-aged man finished speaking, people in white clothes appeared beside him silently.
The adventurers who remained silent after the conflict, Hidechi Ikawa and his team who recovered the red crystal, dispatched their monsters uniformly.
The guards temporarily retreated under the command of the third elder. When they reorganized their formation and once again guarded the third elder, the adventurers from different camps were already fighting together.
The rock altar is wide and solid enough to accommodate hundreds of people worshiping their ancestors at the same time. However, for the extremely destructive monsters, such a venue is still too narrow - the flames spit out by the fire-breathing dragon and the fire beast meet in the air, and the blazing wind steams away the snow, leaving traces on the rock surface. Black scorch marks; the sharp ice spines of the spiny shell tore through the air, and were severely knocked away by the long tail of the powerful crocodile wrapped in the water; the ghost's sinister laughter echoed in the air, and ghosts appeared and disappeared in the snowstorm. , devouring and biting each other, almost dyeing the white snowflakes into gray-black.
Amidst the violent explosions, the paralyzed Himi clan members could only lie down in the snow, praying that they would not be killed in the fighting. This is a feeling of powerlessness that the proud ice magicians have never experienced - even in the catastrophe a year ago, they can confidently say that the Himi family relied on their own magic and courage to get through the difficulties.
The third elder, who was surrounded by guards in the center, looked on with cold eyes, seemingly not wanting to take the risk of joining the fight in person. The foreigners in white were fighting for a while, and the beautiful patterns on the altar were gradually scarred, and cracks spread unchecked on the surface, as if they would completely collapse in the next second and turn into dirty ruins in the ice and snow.
——Then, the ice pick appeared silently above the head of the third elder.
By the time the guards realized the danger was approaching, the ice picks had already begun to fall rapidly. They hurriedly thrust out their spears, and the sharp edges of the cold weapons collided with the ice picks, raising a hazy mist of ice.
At the same time, a figure swooped up and grabbed the third elder by the throat.
"What……!"
The third elder held the skinny arm that was tightly holding him in astonishment. The attacker seemed more exhausted than him. The old man, who had just recovered from a serious illness, was panting, and even his voice became breathless.
"Morton, how much more ridiculous can you go? Our Bingjian family has always been upright, how could we be... so despicable!!"
The blow that drew the guard's attention seemed to have used up all the magic power the old man had accumulated. His trembling fingertips could only form a two-finger-long ice blade - even so, when the tip of the blade was pointed at his neck, the third elder still did not dare to struggle recklessly.
He reluctantly turned his head angrily and stared at the old man who was about to die of illness - God knows how this old guy didn't wear a jade bracelet in the first place!
The guards who had thrown the rat weapon did not dare to step forward for a while. Behind them, the Himi clan members who fell to the ground unable to move finally saw clearly the appearance of the man who risked his life.
"Grandpa!" Lily cried out.
The young girl knew why all this happened - a few days ago, when the adventurers who helped her left, they had told her grandfather something.
"You'd better not wear that bracelet until you're fully recovered."
She didn't know why the adventurer said such words, but she saw her grandfather's face become very solemn. From that day on, the grandfather and grandson never wore the jade bracelet that was said to protect them.
Lily is still young and cannot control her magic power freely. She could only sit down at the end of the altar, watching her grandfather stumble and rush towards the culprit who was protected by countless guards in the center.
The old man's body is too weak. Even though he had made up his mind, he still failed to penetrate the sinner's throat with the ice knife at his fingertips - taking advantage of his weakened strength, the third elder suddenly threw him to the ground. The guards rushed forward, and the girl saw from a distance that the old man's body was thrown away like a fallen leaf, and it crashed heavily into the snowdrift without making any sound.
"Ahem...an old guy who doesn't know the heights of the world."
The third elder held his throat and choked, then kicked the old man angrily.
When the guard took out the bracelet and mercilessly fastened it on the wrist of the dying old man, the last hope in the eyes of the Himi tribe gradually dimmed.
The battle continues. The adventurers' monsters beat the sky into darkness and made people's eardrums sting. People know that when this battle is over, their lives may also be coming to an end.
In the corner of the altar, the weeping little girl staggered up.
The unconscious grandfather, the compatriots lying on the ground in despair, and the three adventurers who were still fighting under the watchful eyes of countless guards - the girl's glazed eyes reflected everything in the blue divine realm, and gently Close up.
With a trembling voice, she sang a song.
"Where the dark sun rises and sets,"
“The distance where flying snow and dust cover everything——”
People who heard the singing were stunned. They endured the pain of having their magic power extracted and tried to turn their heads to look in the direction of the sound.
Next to Lily, the little boy who was trembling with fear also looked over. He was too young to understand why someone suddenly waved a knife at him, and he didn't know why the sister next to him was singing - but it was something that the Himi family had passed down from generation to generation, and even young children knew it by heart. , an ancient and beautiful ballad. Even though it has not been sung for a whole year, the melody has already been engraved in the bones of the residents in the ice and snow and is with their souls.
The boy thought for a moment and sang quietly along with Lily.
"The Son of God praises the boundless wind and snow,"
“The sons of men sing of the barren sun.”
According to the long legend, wherever the blue god goes, there will inevitably be a blizzard like a natural disaster. He dances gracefully in the brilliance, as if there is another sun rising slowly under the snow-covered sky - unlike the scorching sun in the clear sky, the sun in the snowstorm is never scorching and dazzling; in the dark, seemingly endless night The sky always shines brightly and peacefully. Therefore, many, many years ago, the blue god was also called the "Messenger of the Black Sun".
People at that time believed that the monsters living in the snowy mountains had incredible power and were descendants of gods. The gods bring wind, snow and danger to the barren mountains, as well as sunshine and vitality - and humans and monsters depend on each other on the land protected by the gods, living peacefully day after day.
"That's the shining ice field on the horizon."
"That's the ice field where the sacred tree takes root and grows."
"There, where the black sun rises and sets..."
The singing grew louder and louder. A boy crying in despair, a young man clenching his fists in anger, an old man lamenting his ill-fated fate, and a girl struggling to get up and fight - everyone with ice-colored hair and glass-colored eyes is there. At this moment, they opened their eyes and sang their ancient songs to the beat of explosions and screams.
The familiar melody made the third elder frown in disgust.
He raised the heavy staff - but this time, the black-purple gemstone did not have time to flash again.
A violent explosion sounded from a distance. The ground in God's Domain trembled, as if a giant beast was running wildly, or as if an earth dragon was stirring up the soil and ice. The third elder suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.
At the edge of the endless earth, space began to twist slightly.
The undetectable ripples spread and expanded rapidly, tearing the skyline apart. Accompanied by the hurried roar of deer bells and the screams of frightened deer, the blockade formed by the illusion was completely destroyed. A group of huge figures calmly stepped through the cracks in the space and slowly stepped onto the top of the Snowy Mountain.
They were monsters covered in fur, all white and as tall as hills. The giant beasts were approaching step by step, and even the earth trembled at their footsteps. The adventurers in white followed the monster, and the monster hovered above their heads, its roar making the snow shake slightly.
At the front of the queue was a person the Himi tribe was all too familiar with - a man who was supposed to have died in the Warcraft night attack a year ago.
"Morton, you're fine."
The leader of Xuecheng, Bingjian Luoshan said coldly.
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small theater:
Audience: Wow, how did they make the pain of having the magic power taken away so real! Especially when they were struggling to move but couldn't move, they could all be running for Best Actor!
Himi Family: Very simple. We were afraid that the acting would not be realistic enough, so we collectively took numbing powder orally.
audience:……
audience:? ? ?
