blues paradox

cold.

It's cold.

It's like being in the cold winter months.

Lantiao has come to the end of the cave. In front of him is a huge stone door, about four or five meters high. The door is closed tightly. Many rare or unknown animals are carved on it. It's like walking down the door in a moment.He raised his head, and with his eyesight he could clearly see the ice slag in the crack of the door, as well as the bursts of smoke that seemed to come from the inside of the stone door. The icy cold raged in the air, and Blues couldn't help shivering.

He stretched out his palm and pressed it lightly against the stone door. It was a kind of bone-piercing cold, as if even the blood was frozen into ice, and the flow stopped instantly.However, he didn't care, or the real owner of this body didn't care.

He opened his mouth and chanted a long and awkward incantation. As expected, the voice that reached his ears was not the light and dry voice he was familiar with that only belonged to teenagers, but a kind of clear and sweet woman.Words full of magic power surrounded the whole body, rippling in the air like ripples, the heavy stone door opened in response, and the more intense cold air rushed towards the face, and the body was instantly covered with fine shards of ice, accompanied by The sound of walking footsteps rustled down.

Behind the door is a wide and quiet stone room. The stone room is so high that you can’t see the top when you look up. You can only see a near-empty darkness with obscure light flowing; the black marble under your feet is endless. The cold air flows wantonly in the body through the leather boots; the twelve pillars made of white jade are divided into two sides, so high that you can't see the end, the stone chamber does not need pillars, they are not supports, but decorations, or they may be used A tool that must be used for some kind of magic; in the center is a towering altar, and the long stone ladder seems to extend into the dark void. Those who feel serious and suffocated.

No, rather than a stone chamber, it would be more appropriate to call it an underground palace.

As the blues climb up the stairs, the cold air overflows from the ground and spreads under the feet into white mist. When you look up, it seems that the clouds and mist are shrouded in heaven, and suddenly there is an illusion of walking on the nine heavens and walking on the clouds.

The top of the altar is still very spacious, but there is very little room for movement. Most of the altar is occupied by ice and snow. It is a huge cube of ice, exuding a bone-piercing chill.

The ice cube is not as clear and transparent as the magic spar, but you can still vaguely see the scene inside. There is a person inside, a person who is entangled by countless chains as thick as the arms of babies.Those chains were not all frozen by ice, some were rooted in the ground, and some were wrapped around the tall white jade branches on both sides, as if connecting a simple chain bridge between the altar and the pillars.Countless chains overlapped and intertwined into a huge net, wrapping the man in it.

Through the gaps in the chains, one can vaguely see the white robes, as well as the gorgeous patterns that seem to be shining; the long silver hair either winds wantonly along the chains, or flies in the air, shaped by ice cubes , frozen in the moment of dancing with the wind, distorted into various strange and charming arcs.

The man's face was as handsome as a god, exuding a trace of sanctity but bewitching aura, and the arc of his lips that seemed to be a smile that was not a smile added a bit of unfathomable charm to him; The dignified coercion, as well as the temperament that seems to be contemptuous of the world after being in a high position for a long time, seems to be a kind of blasphemy to the gods even if you take a second look, so that people dare not look directly at him.Even the chains that were tightly wound around him became an ornament rather than a restraint.

"Xiu..." Lan Tiao couldn't help but whispered in his heart.

It was a face he was familiar with, and it was a name he always wanted to call out in his dreams at midnight.

That was his god, his belief!

Blues stopped involuntarily, he didn't dare to take another step forward, he could even feel his legs trembling slightly, and the air began to become heavy, making him almost unable to straighten up under the pressure, that kind of feeling The shock of Mount Tai almost made him suffocate, his mind was empty, and he wanted to bend down and worship devoutly.

Blues knows that this feeling of reverence and reverence does not come from himself, it is the state of mind of that body.So even if he didn't want to, he still could only follow this body and kneel down on the ground.He wanted to take a look at that familiar face again, and he was extremely eager to make sure that the person sealed in the ice was the person he was familiar with, but this body was still trembling and kneeling with its head down. , can only see the pure black marble ground, and the clouds and mist that cling to the ground.

He didn't know how long this involuntary and almost stooped situation would last, and he didn't know how to get rid of this control.

Fortunately, he didn't need to worry for much longer, because he died—or it should be said that the real owner of this body died, without warning, for unknown reasons... died, fell heavily to the ground, and then rolled to the altar The edge of the platform fell from the high platform.

The ruins of the Bingyan tribe lost the protection of the enchantment, and there is no longer the separation between spring and winter. The flying snow has accumulated a thin layer on the collapsed houses and desolate land, covering up a bit of distress. defeated.

On the edge of the ruins, there are more than a hundred snow wolves. This is a common monster on the ice field. It is good at galloping on the plateau. It is extremely fast. After training, it can be used as a mount.

The surviving Bingyan tribe sat on the snow wolf in twos and threes. They either lowered their heads and frowned, or stared at their homeland with almost despairing eyes. Now, that piece of rich land is completely decadent. .

This must be the punishment of the emperor of the demon world, because they lost the sacred objects bestowed by the emperor. From then on, they will leave this land that was once favored by the god of creation to build a new home in a distant place.

"Patriarch, everyone is packed and we can go." The girl in a hard attire said respectfully, her voice was cold and inorganic, as if there was no emotion at all.

The old man didn't seem to hear her words, he just stared blankly at the battered home, he didn't know whether he was remembering or mourning, his brows were full of pain and confusion.

He was not so old at first, but the destruction of his homeland took away his remaining vitality. Now his hair is completely white, and the wrinkles on his face seem to be carved with a knife, so deep that the bones can be seen , just like an ordinary old man.

"Patriarch, it's time to leave. If the news of the disappearance of the Bingyan Clan's enchantment spreads... I'm afraid there will be a disaster of extermination."

The girl quietly glanced at the old man, lowered her head and urged.In fact, she never thought that the enchantment was a good thing. While blocking outsiders, it also polished the minions of the Bingyan Clan. It might be a good thing to lose it.

Most of the current Bingyan tribe are old and weak, women and children, and even young people rarely have considerable combat effectiveness.They have gradually decayed and degenerated in the long-term comfortable life, and now they are incompatible with the cruelty and blood of the devil world.Thinking of this, the girl frowned slightly. Perhaps they were no longer able to survive, and without the protection of the barrier, there would be no place for the Bingyan Clan in this world.

"Well, you're right, let's go." The old man sighed a long time, turned around and stepped on the snow wolf, and the group of people moved forward slowly, heading towards an unknown distance.

Not long after they left, two people wrapped in black cloaks appeared at the ruins of the Ice Flame Clan.

"Grid, have you found it?" One person asked impatiently with his arms folded. There was still a long knife without a sheath hanging on his waist. The sharp metal weapon looked quite dazzling against the white snow.

"Hey, Lars, you know, looking for treasures is a long and wonderful process." The other person buried his head in the ruins and fiddled with something, and answered without looking back. After a pause, he continued: "The Ice Flame Clan Although I'm not rich, but there is still something valuable, I mean, maybe you can wait for me a little longer... I believe I won't waste too long, really."

"Grid, let me remind you again, don't forget our mission! Now, can you tell me where the sealing stone is?" Lars said with a serious face.

"Well, if you must know." Grace shrugged and replied helplessly: "Unfortunately, it is no longer here, and I can't feel its breath at all." After speaking, he continued I buried my head and went digging for treasure.

"You are a demon, not a dragon, so even if you are greedy, please let it go!" Lars growled furiously, and while pulling Grace away roughly, he said, "Now, what we have to do is to chase after you." The remnants of the Ice Flame Clan robbed the Sealing Stone, not here... Ha, playing with the dirt..."

"Lars, this is treasure digging, not playing with dirt, you can't question my professionalism!" Grace yelled to retort, but didn't seriously struggle, letting the silent Lars open the space, Pull him into the black cavity.

On the vast ice field, there was an unorganized team hurrying on their way, probably due to their frail bodies. Although they were all riding snow wolves, their speed was not too fast.

Suddenly, the team stopped, and the crowd started to make noise, but the patriarch who was leading the way didn't seem to hear it, and stopped at his spot, frowning and looking around.

"What's the matter, patriarch, why did you stop?" The girl rode a wolf and came to the old man's side in two or three steps. She looked at the old man's sad face in puzzlement, and was anxious. What would she do if she was chased by His Majesty's army? ?

"I don't know, I always feel very uneasy." Yes, very uneasy, there is a hidden danger spreading around.The intuition of the demons has always been very accurate, and experienced people can always predict the danger of life.He believes that this is some kind of omen, in short, it is impossible to move forward.

"Turn around, let's go back, quick!"

While giving orders, the old man took the lead in riding the snow wolf towards the direction he came from, but it was too late, a flame rose out of nowhere, blocking his way like a wall of fire.He tried to bypass the fire wall, but the flames quickly spread to both sides, and before everyone could react, they joined the fire wall around the team, encircling the Bingyan tribe in the center.

Everyone gathered together in a panic, using all kinds of ice or water magic indiscriminately in an attempt to open a gap in the fire wall, but the flame did not know what it was made of, and it couldn't be extinguished no matter how much it was tossed, and there was even an intensified flame The trend was so anxious that people were sweating profusely, and their hearts were horrified.

A voice full of schadenfreude recalled, and everyone looked up, and there was a black crack in the air, and the gap grew wider and wider. Two people wearing black cloaks came out one after the other, and one of them had a black cloak hanging from his waist. With a long knife without sheath.Their hoods were pulled down so low that their features could not be seen, nor could they be distinguished as male or female.

"Sent by the devil?!" The old man was startled and angry, and in a panic, he staggered a few steps and spat out a mouthful of blood.

However, the two of them ignored the old man and just talked to themselves.

"it's here?"

"Oh, my dear Lars, it seems that our trip was wasted again." Grid shrugged with feigned regret, pointing at the Ice Flame Clan surrounded by flames and asked, "How do they deal with it?"

"Is there anything else in your mind besides treasures?" Lars sarcastically said, and finally answered the other party's words. He said, "The master's order is to exterminate the genocide."

"Okay, okay, exterminate the clan? I understand." Grace responded nonchalantly, while manipulating the wall of fire with seals with both hands to gradually close.

"Huh!" Lass snorted coldly as if he thought this method of boiling frogs in warm water was too time-consuming. He raised his hand and drew out his long knife and jumped into the crowd. Wherever the blade passed, there were dead bodies on the spot and blood flowed into rivers. .

"Hey, Lars!" Seeing his companion jumping into the wall of fire and slashing wildly, Grace hurriedly controlled the wall of fire and stopped shrinking, "Can't I remind you before you go crazy? I have to pay for medical expenses again!"

Although there are many people in the Bingyan tribe, none of them can resist that demon. Seeing that the aged patriarch is about to be chopped into two pieces, the girl in full clothes rushes forward and throws the old man down. The knife slashed her back.She fell down slowly, her heart was unprecedentedly peaceful and peaceful, the screams of the clansmen could no longer be heard, and even the blood-red clouds in the sky became brighter and softer in her eyes.She knew that her life had come to an end, and just like her race, she was about to become a speck of dust in history. From now on, there would be no Ice Flame Clan in the Demon Realm...

no more her...