north of the north

Chang Wuyong described Gaillard's appearance, figure, and way of speaking to Old Ram.Old Ram kept nodding his head.She couldn't speak anymore, tears accumulated in her eyes, and there was a thick loss and recovery in them.

"We'll bring Gaillard and the others back tomorrow," Freya said.

"No." It was Old Ram who spoke.

She smiled, stroked Freya's head, and said, "It's not urgent."

"Why, we obviously..." Freya argued.

"You are but one step away from death," said the High Priest.

"We don't want to have a second funeral." Dada repeated.

Chang Wuyong looked at Freya in a daze, and she sensed that there was nothing wrong with their bodies, but she was very sleepy because she was too tired these days.

"You are very smart, little boy." The high priest looked at Chang Wuyong and said, "But there are still some things in this world that you don't know."

"Saklin has left a mark on his inheritance, and he doesn't want to be acquired by others." The high priest continued.

The imprint, Chang Wuyong did know about it, but she clearly remembered that the inheritance she searched said that if there is ten times the magic power of the other party, then the imprint will be destroyed...

"The owner of the inheritance willingly handed over the inheritance to you, but because of this, the imprint was not destroyed by your magic power, but survived." The high priest shook his head: "Saklin did not tell his inheritance about the imprint. Man, I should have thought he was a selfish man."

Kuaima Lanle willingly handed over the seal to me.

Chang Wuyong thought of her long platinum curly hair, and the weight she finally leaned on Chang Wuyong's shoulder was very light, not much heavier than a dead grass.

It was only then that Chang Wuyong noticed that Als looked at her coldly with gentle eyes, which was a kind of complete acceptance.

"This mark will hurt us..." Freya said.

"Yes, and quietly, this is an ancient spell of scroll attendants." The high priest raised his hand, and the soft white magic power enveloped the two of them like a hot spring. When the magic power reached the palm of Chang Wuyong's right hand , Chang Wuyong suddenly felt a sharp pain, and both of them spit out a mouthful of blood.

The people inside and outside the house suddenly became a little commotion.

"How long can they live?" Dada asked.

Old Ram wiped away the blood with a soft animal skin, and her eyes were red again.

"It won't be more than a month." The high priest said, his magic power rolled up the blood spit out by Chang Wuyou and Freya, and spun.

"We can't let them die." Dada was anxious.

"Of course." The high priest said, he held up his palm, the magic power in his hand was churning like flowing water, and slowly, a small silver bead appeared on his hand.

Chang Wuyong discovered that she knew this bead, and the pattern on the bead was very similar to the inheritance core she had picked.Now, this core of inheritance is on her right hand, continuously maintaining her and Freya's life through the link, but at the same time, it also threatens their life.

"At the beginning, Saklin gave me a seed of his power to thank me." The high priest said.

"This seed can temporarily save your lives." The high priest gently tapped the small silver-white bead on the center of Freya's eyebrows, and the golden magic power gleamed and swallowed the small bead.

What he said was temporarily, often uselessly noticed.

The high priest's magic power enveloped the two of them again, and this time, Chang Wuyong didn't feel the sting.

But a sense of fatigue weighed heavily on Chang Wuyong, she felt the magic power in her and Freya's body was constantly flowing, like the most loyal laborers, carrying out restoration work.

Magic and people exist together, and Chang Wuyou suddenly had a strange idea.

"Sleep, child." As soon as the high priest finished speaking, Chang Wuyong fell into a dream again.

She saw Suckling in her dream, a tall, pale, cruel vampire-like man.

"Why did you do that to your own daughter?" Chang Wuyong asked.

"I just don't want her to grow up." The man's voice was extremely indifferent, as if he was talking about something irrelevant.

"You clearly know that there are risks." Chang Wuyong shouted loudly.

"Everything has risks," the man replied.

I want...I want to strangle you for Kuaima Lan, you go to accompany her, I want you to...

Chang Wuyong woke up suddenly, she felt such a strong killing intent for the first time.

It was still dark outside the window, and Freya was awakened by her.

I...Chang Wuyou looked into Freya's eyes in the dark, Freya could feel her killing intent, she was suddenly afraid that Freya would fear her.Freya is so kind and sunny, how could she like someone who is full of malice towards others...

"Anas, I don't allow you to think about it." Freya's voice was as gentle as running water, and Chang Wuyou could feel the soft love being conveyed.

She gently put her arms around Chang Wuyou's waist and kissed her cheek.

kiss her lips.

Chang Wuyong felt that this kiss made her stand firmly on the ground, and she found sweetness, thickness, and the meaning of life in it.

Support her body and radiate her courage.

After dawn, Chang Wuyong and Freya held hands, and they went to the high priest. She was looking for a way to eliminate the threat.

The high priest was not surprised by their arrival, and he handed Chang Wuyong a roll of parchment.

Open the parchment, there is a handsome font on it, with dense words written on it.As soon as Freya saw the words on it, her head ached.

The high priest explained to Chang Wuyong: "I am very curious about how Saklin was brought to us from the Eastern Continent. I hope to record this process. He wrote me a scroll to answer my curiosity. But after finishing writing, he found out that I was not a universal speaker. Then, the volcano erupted, but I kept this scroll."

"I am a one-way speaker who can only master language. You can pass through the storm barrier. If you find an all-round speaker there, you can ask him to help you decipher the scroll." The high priest said.

Chang Wuyong looked at the scroll, which recorded how Saklin traveled from the northernmost point of the Eastern Continent to the north. In fact, he just wanted to see what is north of the north...

"I should be... the all-round speaker." Chang Wuyou said.

The high priest widened his eyes in surprise, and said, "I have a bunch of undecipherable scrolls, you..."

But he immediately reacted, smiled embarrassedly, and said, "You don't have the time, I'm just too curious."

Looking at the high priest with a beard, Chang Wuyong suddenly felt that the other party was a very interesting person.

She promised to help the high priest decipher the scroll when they returned.

Yes, Chang Wuyong already understood what the high priest meant.They are going to find Saklin, seize his inheritance, destroy his mark with magic power, and then lift the current mark.

"He came from the north, he crossed the northernmost point, and then went all the way south." Chang Wuyong looked at the scroll and explained to the high priest.

The high priest's face was no longer relaxed, and he said solemnly: "I thought he came from the sea..."

He looked at Chang Wuyong and Freya, his eyes were full of worry, and he said: "Our tribe, in its strongest period, had tens of thousands of people."

Chang Wuyong was terrified, you know, the people she saw in the past two days were only two hundred or so.

"That was 300 years ago," said the high priest.

"What happened later?" Chang Wuyou asked.

"Later, they wanted to pass through the storm barrier, but were blocked back." The high priest said.

"They wanted to go south again, but they were also blocked."

"They set their sights on the north. In the north, there really is no enchantment."

"But?" Chang Wuyou asked.

"However, they never came back." The high priest's voice was immersed in memories.

Chang Wuyong seemed to see the high-spirited warriors hundreds of years ago, all sealed in the snow and ice storm.

"I have to go. After all, I am a book attendant." Chang Wuyong said anxiously.

"Yes, you have to go." The high priest pondered.

He continued to tell Chang Wuyong, "But they are all file servants."

"A scroll attendant who is much stronger than you are now."

Chang Wuyou held Freya's hand tightly.

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Writing a novel is really not easy...feeling hollowed out