"Blood, yes, blood." One of the brothers seemed to have remembered something, and happily wiped a little blood on his ankle, and then pressed it in the center of the gryphon pattern.

"No, how can it be opened so easily..." One of them smiled and shook his head, but suddenly his mouth seemed to be stuck, and he stared blankly ahead.

The originally tightly sealed cube suddenly made a slight sound, and the original chirping of birds and insects in the surrounding forest suddenly became quiet, as if being grabbed by the throat by an invisible creature.

The world has become extremely quiet.

In Jielan's extraordinary perception, a cold breath mixed with decaying dust overflowed from the coffin, calming him down as if some giant beast was lying in front of him, making him dare not act rashly.

Then the three of them watched the coffin open a tiny slit, and strands of white hair emerged from it. These hairs seemed to be alive, spreading around, gradually covering the earth, wrapping around tree trunks, and blocking the sky.

Hang down from above.

The originally bright pit became extremely dim, as if it was getting dark, and in the shocked eyes of the three people, the coffin gradually opened completely and slid down, revealing the sleeping figure inside.

With pure white hair, pure white dress, pure white eyebrows, and pure white eyelashes, this sleeping girl looks to be about 15 years old. She is thin and frail, and her skin is as white as flawless marble.

When she slowly opened her eyes, Jie Lanen seemed to have seen a phantom. The pure white hair in her field of vision broke off and turned into white rocks, and the originally messy and ordinary earthen pit also turned into a solemn and solemn one.

Beautiful marble temple, neat and sacred.

Arc-shaped stairs were formed step by step, surrounding the black coffin. Then the pure white girl slowly floated up and then gently fell down. Her bare feet stepped on the white stairs, and their color seemed to be consistent with the environment.

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"I am the witch Fake Waslin carved in the holy white stone. Are you the descendants of Oslin?"

The Holy Lion Oslin, a hero thousands of years ago, led the mountain people in the chaos and disaster, guarded the dangerous fortress, and saved countless people. He died of exhaustion and was buried in the tomb of the Holy Duke. He was posthumously canonized as a saint.

It is also the ancestor of the Salius family and the origin of the Griffin Principality.

"Exactly."

The three of them slowly knelt down and half-crouched in front of the girl. The sound from the holy and rock came and entangled them.

'I wish you are like carved white lions, fearless of swords, spears and halberds, cold winds and fierce fires, until you achieve glorious victory.'

The ancient witch's power is like a blessing and a curse, slowly exerting itself on the body.

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The far north, the wilderness where thousands of snowflakes are flying.

The undulating sea of ​​reeds and grass is covered with white snow, swaying in the continuous cold wind. The place where the lake once had waves has turned into a piece of solid ice.

Figures in black clothes and robes advanced on the ground. They gradually formed a huge circular array, like complex and mysterious ancient patterns, surrounding the open space.

Point to the sky.

Under the gray sky, snowflakes fell into the eyes of these people, melted into cold water, and flowed into the warm necks.

"Following the ancient oath, the black-feathered prophet who traveled around the world, we, the Gray Wings, will call here again. The promised moment has arrived."

Accompanied by the silent shouts of thousands of necromancers, the tremors from the souls resounded throughout the earth, and the violent necromancy magic wandered and gathered in the cold wind, forming a violent eye of the storm.

Immediately, hoarse cries came from all directions, and pairs of black wings covered the sky. These gray-black ravens made frightened cries and circled and gathered under the sky.

They passed through the icy cold wind and clouds, and layers of frost gradually condensed on their wings, but they still did not stop, and kept moving upward, as if they were trying to break through the thick clouds covering the sky, and kept spiraling upward in the sky.

As the terrifying magic power gathered in the strong wind, the necromancers stared ahead in the cold wind, their hoodies whistling and fluttering.

The special and icy magic power is colder than the north wind and colder than the frost, and it is constantly blowing the open space in the center.

There, the originally dry and cold ice began to crack, making a crisp tearing sound, and then collapsed piece by piece, and a huge hole with a diameter of several kilometers gradually formed on the ground.

The rock-hard ice and soil were swept up by the storm and kept flying into the sky, while the ice and frozen soil below gradually turned into debris.

Ice cubes crack

Ice cubes crack

I don't know how much time passed, but these necromancers looked at the hollow below like statues, and a giant inverted cone-shaped hollow gradually formed below.

Finally, the last piece of frozen soil and ice was torn apart, revealing the extremely dark blue crystal below, where a woman in blue and black robes lay twisted and twisted.

Amidst the sizzling sound, the dark blue ice crystals turned into powder and dissipated in the cold wind.

The sleeping prophetess gradually opened her eyes, and then gradually floated up among thousands of jackdaws.

"Welcome to your return, the witch of the Wise-Eyed Crow, Your Highness Gogared."

Under the gray sky, the circling gray crows finally tore apart the thick dark clouds. Rays of sunlight passed through the clouds and shone on the vast white land. The cold wind finally stopped, and the world gradually changed.

Got to be warm.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the hooded prophetess sat on a tree stump, gazing at the world like a raven. Below her, wizards in black robes bent down to salute and follow her guidance.

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The eastern border of the empire, a snowy night.

Elio walked with heavy steps in the mountains and forests. From time to time, he tripped over the gravel under his feet, and then slowly got up. Although his body was covered with scars and bloodshot eyes were oozing out, he no longer felt any pain at all.

Already.

where is sister anna

I really want to eat cake again

My hands are so cold

Mom, no, mom is gone

I'm alone

Why

Why is this happening, I don’t understand

Why does kind-hearted sister Anna do this?

So uncomfortable

why don't you tell me

I'm too weak

Yes, I am so humble, why should I live?

Yes, why live?

It will just make everyone hate it

That dirty child

That kid who doesn't understand etiquette

The child without a family

It's me

Elio stumbled in the snow for the last time and could not get up again.

In the heavy snow, he curled up on the grass, his body trembling, and his eyelashes were covered with heavy frost, making it difficult to open them.

Let it all end here.

Some final enlightenment arose in my heart, my consciousness gradually blurred, and my clenched hands slowly spread out, waiting for the last moment to come. If everything ended like this.

At some point, a petite figure walked out of the snowy mountain forest. She was surrounded by goats, purple snakes, elk, and snowy owls. These intelligent animals in the mountains followed her quietly.

Silently, these animals lifted the boy up and slowly walked into the forest behind them.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man woke up in a hazy orange halo. He felt warmth around his body, and he was still lying on something soft.

Is this heaven or Hades? Thoughts floated through Elio's mind for a while, and then the chirping of a snowy owl woke him up and he slowly sat up.

"Are you awake?" A pleasant voice came from behind.

The young man immediately turned around and looked at the fairy tale-like environment.

This open space is surrounded by fine branches and leaves of frozen green, which filter out the cold outside like a wall from the wind. Above the head, tiny berries are exposed among the frozen green, emitting a warm orange-yellow halo that embellishes the night.

A girl with long silver-purple hair was sitting on a thick tree stump. She seemed to have woken up from her knees just now. Behind her, goats and elk were crouching quietly, and a snowy owl rested on her shoulder.

, and there is a snake with purple scales wrapped around his arms.

"Are you the fairy in the forest?" Elio thought of those ancient fairy tales he heard in the tavern, about the eternal girl holding a frozen blue wreath.

"Probably, do you have any wishes you want to realize?" the mysterious silver-purple girl asked.

"Can I wish for anything? I, I want to resurrect Sister Anna."

Elio looked at this unearthly girl and felt that everything was like a dream.

"Yes, because I am the eternally frozen witch, Corus."

"But as the price of your wish, you will ascend the icy throne and use ice and blood to revolutionize this thousand-year empire."

The girl's eyes closed slightly and then opened again. In those beautiful eyes, the young man fell into deep sleep again.

She helped the boy lie on her knees again, and the girl's hand gently touched his eyes.

"Finally I found you, Crown Prince Ansroy's child, Elio Cang Juselberg."
Chapter completed!