crown of stars

Beatrice sat in the car, wrapping her cloak tightly.Even with the dedication of a large number of suitors, it is still not an easy task to buy a winter wolf cloak that naturally protects against severe cold, especially if she wants a top-notch silver cloak.Such a cloak cost almost one-fifth of her savings, and the priest of Mirwynn was heartbroken for a long time. Afterwards, he was more diligent in hooking up those young and rich nobles, in order to make up for the loss of the wallet as soon as possible.

Four reindeer were pulling the car docilely, and deep ruts were printed on the snow, obviously the weight of the goods loaded on it was not light.The wooden crates were stacked one on top of the other, almost rolling off the top.The priest of Milwyn had put some hay and furs on top of the box to keep his buttocks away from the hard and cold cargo box.As the only woman in the team, Beatrice did receive some preferential treatment.Both halflings and dwarves trudged through the snow with all their gear on their shoulders, and only the priest was allowed to sit on a wooden box on a deer cart.

The ice field is always full of wind noise, and the priest of Mirwynn pulled his loose golden hair behind his ears and looked around boredly.Cold drops of water leached from the moss under the reindeer's hooves, and soon turned into frost, accompanied by the rhythmic sound of bells.Beatrice followed the footprints and looked forward. Sam and Turin were struggling to push away the heavy snow up to their chests. Even with a thick layer of grease, the exposed skin was still red and purple. A line of blood.

Messiah carried Ithil to the front, floating lightly like a feather, treading snow without a trace.He didn't wear a cloak, and his clothes were so thin that they almost merged with the ice field. Beatrice could only tell the direction of Messiah from the striking silver and black robe.

Beatrice pinched the amulet around her neck, and a faint light burst out from the goddess' holy emblem and fell on everyone evenly.The faces of Sam and Turin improved visibly, which made the dwarves slightly change their opinion of her.

Milwyn's priests are not all frivolous, and at certain times, they can be useful.

It's just that the person Beatrice cared about went too far, and she couldn't see whether the goddess' spell hit the target and played its due effect.

Messiah turned his head to look at the rose-red light that enveloped him, and let it sprinkle on his body.There is no malice in that power, nor does it have any negative effects. On the contrary, for ordinary people, it is protecting them from the harm of the cold.However, the bright light only flickered twice, and went out like a bonfire about to fall into silence at night.

It didn't do him any good.

One after another, the deer carts squirmed slowly following the ringing of the deer king's bell.

In front of it is a large open valley. It seems that some powerful existence has cut across the entire area. Even if you measure it with the most precise instruments, you will never measure any extra angles.There are relatively steep valleys on both sides, and years of snow has piled up a thick layer on the rocks, which is deep and soft.

Messiah's eyes squinted, and the flying snowflakes fell on the long and curled eyelashes.

This is an excellent place to ambush, and the north wind has brought news of the frost giants.

Flo Bingfang was the leader of this tribe of frost giants, and like all frost giants, he was muscled and huge, with gray hair braided into a whip hanging behind his head.Three pieces of soft wolf skins were put together, barely covering the body.Under the wolf-skin cloak was rough chain armor, stretched to the point of bursting by the bulging muscles.The huge giant ax was firmly held in those callused hands, with a faint red light on the blade, majestic and terrifying.

The only thing that sets him apart from other frost giants is probably his distinctive head.Maybe it's some kind of mutation, or some kind of blood, he has two heads.He was a little displeased that the beloved helmet adorned with horns could not be worn on two heads next to each other, because the bird feather helmet was not enough to show his strength and cruelty.

The tribe of frost giants has always been wandering, roaming the frigid northern wastes, sheltering in makeshift shacks and ruined buildings.Since moving near the bottom of this valley, his neck began to itch, and then another head broke through the ground, which became the basis for him to dominate the tribe later.The other "he" had his eyes closed, his face was full of disgusting tumors, his teeth were sharp, and his lips were bared out irregularly, looking as disgusting as an orc.Flo Bingfang waited anxiously for the head to wake up at first, because he could feel a huge and frenzied idea in it, and in the dead of night, the deformed head uttered inarticulate ravings.But fortunately, that idea faded day and night, and finally he was able to control the head freely, defeating his opponent by surprise.

The top of the snow-covered slope is the best place to ambush.The whole tribe bent down as much as possible and buried themselves in the snow.The two young white dragons wore shackles around their necks, and they also got down on the ground at the master's signal.

The winter wolves who followed the tribe and acted as scouts and vanguards whimpered with each other for a while, and after confirming their responsibilities in incomprehensible language, they slipped down the hillside under the cover of the environment, and circled behind the sparse caravan.

A thin winter wolf pierced through the ice and suddenly stopped in front of the caravan, bared its teeth and let out a threatening growl.

The elk, which had only been tamed in a normal way, stopped immediately, digging through the snow layer with its front hooves uneasily.The halfling and dwarf unconsciously clenched their weapons, and Beatrice clasped her arms in front of her chest, clutching Milwyn's holy emblem tightly, and murmured.The soft and ethereal praises that sounded like singing floated in the air, and the scattered light spots brought everyone the protection of the gods.Sam and Doumin felt their bodies lighten up, their hearts filled with courage, and their arms were no longer stiff when swinging their weapons.

The winter wolf died the instant it pounced.The long blade glowing with silver-blue stars pierced through the chest, split the winter wolf into two even halves with the strength of the forward pounce, not even a drop of blood polluted the pure white wolf fur.

The leader of the frost giant suddenly blew his bone whistle, and the piercing and sharp sound immediately resounded throughout the valley.The chain was released, and the freed white dragon stretched its wings impatiently, using the wind to ascend to high altitude, hovering in the wind and snow.

The stones fell like raindrops, and the pastor jumped out of the deer cart nimbly, and scattered with his companions to escape.The out-of-control herd of deer dragged the car and ran around in a panic, but was unfortunately hit by a flying boulder.Dark red blood seeped from under the boulder, staining the area red.A few greedy winter wolves leaned over to the dead elk, licking the meat sauce on the ground.The wooden box had fallen apart, revealing an empty interior except for the snow.

Seeing all this through the wind and snow, the frost giant immediately roared angrily, swung a huge ax and fell down the hillside, creating a small avalanche.The pack of winter wolves ran at the pace of the frost giants, leaping into the unequal battle.

The silver-gray cold iron tower shield pressed against the sharp teeth of the winter wolf, and the dwarf gave a "pooh" sound, and swung his battle ax to split the giant wolf's brain in half.The winter wolf fell limply along the shield, brushing a layer of red paint on it by the way.The halfling gave full play to the advantages of the rogue, running like the wind, and escaped dangerously every time, and occasionally stabbed a few times by the way.

Beatrice drew her weapon, a three-headed flail, with each swing of the prickly hammer sending up a cloud of blood.The silver chain around the neck fluttered with the wind, and the triangular holy emblem was covered with a layer of red light, like a blooming rose.

The overly dazzling action finally caught the attention of the giants. A giant with a soft face and feminine silhouette was approaching with a giant ax in strides. Every time he took a step, the priest could feel a slight tremor on the ground.Her hair was khaki, and she had eyes of the same color, and now they had a malevolent gleam.

The priest fought hard, the iron chain danced whizzingly, his healthy and tight long legs were exposed between the hem of the skirt, and he didn't seem to notice the approach of the frost giant.

The giantess crouched cunningly behind the two winter wolves, kicking up clouds of snow.Beatrice hit one, and the hapless winter wolf's breastbone sunk, while the other went over its head and ran away with its tail between its legs.The giantess' ax slashed down from behind the snow fog with a strong wind, the priest couldn't help squinting his eyes, and those tiny snow particles flew into the pupils, causing intense discomfort.

The ax hit hard, and the giantess froze when she was about to show a smug smile.

The weapon held in his hand deflected to one side unable to bear the force, and what he hit with a powerful slash was not a human's soft body at all, but some kind of furry arthropod with a smooth and hard shell.The giantess lowered her head subconsciously, and after the ax cut a crack in the carapace, it slid along the smooth shell of the eight-legged spider to the ground, deeply embedded in it.

The gigantic summoned creature screamed, and flew over swiftly, its claws opened, revealing its fangs that reflected light.The giantess had to give up her original goal and get entangled with the spider instead.

The priest of Milwyn glided on the ice, his hair pins adorned with pearls and shells fell somewhere, and his long hair flew freely in the wind.Thankfully, she also learned some fighting skills in the Swan Temple, so she doesn't become a complete vase like her colleagues.The holy emblem on her chest is still bright, and the magic power stored in it has not been consumed much, and she still has more energy.

The priest turned over to avoid the stones and the cold air flying around, and outlined complicated spells in the air.Sparks of light scattered from the talisman condensed in mid-air, especially eye-catching in a pale snow field.

The huge size of the giantess brings advantages in strength, but the agility of her movements has been weakened. She can only wield an ax and struggle against the spider's fangs.She has so much skin exposed that any bite would be fatal.The spider's blue-glowing fangs took her too much attention to see the runes blazing in front of the priest in the distance.

The scream of the female giant and the burning smell of cracked flesh made the young man who was fighting the chief of the frost giant frown.