Vol 6 Chapter 53

The silver body seemed to be a piece of paper in the cold wind, and Brando finally understood why the Azure Knight had died several times here.

Exhaling breath, the water mist turned into ice **** and fell, and Brando was startled, only to realize how terrible the cold was here.

He shouldn't stay here for a long time. He immediately thought of this, and looked up. He was on a glacier, and there was a white sky in front of him, as if it were a road. He looked back, and there was an abyss behind him. With a little movement, there were countless icings rolling down until they disappeared.

Under the abyss, it was so dark that I couldn't see how deep it was. Brando fought a chill. Although he didn't understand what the purpose of the trial was, the first thing was obviously to leave this ghost place.

He is no stranger to similar trials, and they have begun from the extreme to the realm of sages. Of course, the difficulty is not as high as this. In theory, such trials are like a dream, but Ruth said If you die in this dream, you will really die. Brando definitely does not intend to try to test the truth and falsehood.

However, similar trials generally have a clear purpose, complete a certain task, or kill a monster, but it is rare to throw people directly into an inexplicable and harsh environment like this. What is the purpose of this trial? Is it pure survival? Brando thought it was obviously not that simple.

He recalled the trial of the Azure Knight, and there were too many legends about this legend. It was even written as a number of poems circulating in Warnd. The content of these poems was mostly the same, but the final result was that the knight of the azure had received the approval of the mountains and the sky of the Paladin.

So is the purpose of this trial to find something?

Fire Scepter?

Brando thought silently, struggling through the glacier. It didn't take long before he felt in trouble.

The environment here is really too bad. The wind in the glacier doesn't know what the law is. It is extremely cold. His equipment and cold protection kit had no effect at all in the ice and snow, and the silver body did not seem to be the same. Before he walked less than a mile, he felt as if he was an ordinary man in a single suit, trekking in a snowstorm. May be worse than that. Because at least the snowstorm will not tamper with human soul.

Brando soon found that his perception and will attributes were slowly decreasing. This discovery can't help but scare him into fright. What the **** is this thing? The cold wind that can cause damage to internal attributes has never been encountered before.

Don't say encounter, not even imagine.

At extremely low temperatures, the metal quickly became brittle, and even the magic power attached to it had no protective effect. Ming Soul Greatsword took the lead to leave him. When he used to support his body, the two-handed sword broke first into numerous fragments with a click, and almost made Brando stump in the snow.

This almost scared him into a cold sweat, because he couldn't be sure that he would fall down, and there was no time to get up again. However, the cold sweat had just emerged, and frost was formed immediately, and the body temperature was further reduced.

Brando had to drop his sabre and walk forward staggeringly. At this time, he began to miss the Blade of Flame and the sword of the shallow sea, and the former could provide him with warmth. The latter is immune or at least significantly reduces cold damage.

However, he also understood that if this trial had not restored his strength in the war in Alkash, I am afraid that he had just been thrown into the world and had already become a popsicle.

So Brando complained unconsciously, of course he didn't have the energy to complain soon anymore. He didn't know how long he had walked on the glacier, and the world seemed to have no end. Physical strength slipped away bit by bit, just like the temperature that had escaped for a long time.

He is the perfect silver body. Although the player's silver blood is not as good as the semi-god, it is at least the second-level **** second to the angel Arumah.

Legend has it that the son of the **** Tancas has been chasing Leviathan at the end of the world for a hundred years. Even in the chaos of the collapse of that law, even the gods need to continuously consume the power of order to maintain the law of their existence. However, even so, Tancas was exhausted outside the elemental barrier without hearing of it.

But Brando felt that he had been walking in the snow field for a few days and nights, and his energy was almost exhausted.

He began to feel the vision narrowed, the edges of the vision darkened, and his breathing was heavy. The cold air stung the nasal cavity, and the sound of his lungs seemed to be the struggle of a dying person, or a broken bellows Fulfilling final obligations.

This feeling is not to say that after he perfected the silver body in his game, even in this world, he rarely felt tired and exhausted after entering the golden realm, and for the strong with hundreds of thousands of physiques For those who feel tired and exhausted, this is a joke.

Will and perception attributes have also been reduced by nearly one-tenth in a short period of time.

But the scenery ahead is always the same.

Brando didn't know when the journey was at an end, or what the **** trial wanted him to do, or maybe he wanted to go on until he got approval from the mountains.

But who knows what the approval of Gunsan is.

He walked for another two or three days, and the scene in front of him still remained unchanged. Later, he was almost numb, his mind was blank, and he could still feel the loss of physical energy, but now he has only instinctively moved forward.

After half a month, Brando's speed started to slow down.

Every few steps he took, he had to stop and rest for a long time. He felt his eyelids seem to be weighing a few thousand pounds, but instinctively didn't dare to close them. He staggered and walked staggeringly, but always Did not sit down, let alone fall in the snow.

Because Brando understands that once he stops, he may stay here forever.

But in his mind, he wasn't clear enough, and he didn't have time to think about any trials. It seemed like a chaos. Only one thought remained to support all his actions:

Survive.

One month, two months, and half a year passed.

Even if the sage's physical strength finally returned to the moment when the oil was exhausted, this day Brando finally fell heavily in the snow, and the biting cold and severe pain made him wake up suddenly.

But he was lying in the snow, only to find that he didn't have the slightest strength to get up, so he was lying on the ground so quietly, staring at the lead gray sky, letting the cold penetrate into his limbs and bones, He began to feel his hands, his feet, the areas below his knees, and then stretched from his elbows to his shoulders, and he lost consciousness.

Brando worked hard to mobilize the power of the laws in his body, but the order seemed to collapse, and his eyes passed through his extreme plain to see a quiet universe dark, without the slightest vitality, as if there were only endless low temperature and cold. .

The stars were also extinguished, as if the dust left after the stars had been burned was suspended in the void, there was no vitality in the whole world, and all the laws and orders were shattered into pieces, and they no longer responded to anyone's call.

This is the dusk of the gods and the world.

Brando suddenly had this kind of enlightenment in his heart. When a **** died, it might see exactly this kind of world.

He quietly put his head in the soft snow and started to feel a warmth, as if the whole person was immersed in the moist milk. He didn't know that this was not an illusion, but he felt only exhaustion.

Brando knew what he meant by closing his eyes.

But he was powerless to stop, as if there was a gentle voice in his heart telling him something, and that voice told him that he was too tired, and it was time to let go of everything.

But at this time, he suddenly felt a little strange.

It was the ground shaking.

Snow was shaking slightly, Brando blinked slightly, and he had almost no strength to make the simplest movement, but he quickly realized that this was not the illusion of a dying person.

The earth is indeed shaking.

And this vibration quickly became fierce, as if it were originally a trickling stream, but soon converged into a galloping and roaring river, causing the entire ground to shake and toss.

Brando took a deep breath and finally felt his body again at this moment, as if there was an inexplicable force burst out of his body. It didn't know where it came from, and instantly poured into his limbs. Among the bones, there seemed to be a warm stream of warmth that instantly pulled him back from the edge of darkness.

But Brando had no joy in his heart.

He knew what it was, and that was his unyielding talent. Although his strength and level had returned to the pre-war period in Alkash, his talent and profession had not changed.

He was dead, but his unyielding talent made him come back to life temporarily, and now the dark magic drove his body like the same undead. And he knew in his heart that if he could not find a solution before all this was over.

Well, this is only a temporary reflection.

But Brando didn't struggle with it for too much time. He hurried out of the snowdrift by this force, and the shaking ground caused him a lot of trouble, but he finally rolled his teeth Stand up with a crawl.

Although he soon fell down again in a violent shock, at last he could see what was happening.

He saw the white horizon as if a gust of wind was blowing.

This is not surprising, because the north wind is blowing all the time in this place, but they rarely form a wall like now.

Yes, a wall.

Brando saw a white wall swept by the snowstorm across the horizon.

After a moment, he recognized what it was.

Glaciers are moving.

That was an avalanche.

…… (To be continued.)