The setting sun has completed its mission for the day, but it is struggling and beating, never willing to fall below the horizon. WWW.QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO.COM just put half of his red face at the junction of the ice sheet and the sky, as if he was a child who was eager to watch the excitement, trying hard to see the result of the fierce conflict on the earth.
The sunset, fire clouds, and the sky were burning bright red for half the day, as if the chariot of the gods was patrolling the earth carrying blazing fire.
The endless ice fields are like a vast golden blanket stretching between the sky and the earth, and the rolling mountains are like golden thread patterns embellished on them.
Above and below the ground, half of the world is frozen vastness, and half is boiling red. The color that is more shocking than the crimson color rendered by the setting sun is the flowing dark red on the earth.
The huge two-handed sword fell diagonally, cutting the body in front of him into two pieces with difficulty. This attack was skillful, but lacked power. It relied more on the weight of the giant sword to complete the killing. However, the quality of the two-handed giant sword is indeed outstanding. After kissing countless ribs and flesh, the blade is as sharp as new.
After the victim in front of him fell, the giant sword with both hands could no longer find a new target for a while. The hands holding it lost their sharpness and became weak and weak for a while.
The heavy two-handed sword fell on the ground that was constantly flowing with wet liquid, and sank in easily, reaching a depth of more than half a meter before stopping unwillingly.
Ate was covered in blood, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, breathing heavily. This tall magic swordsman has exhausted his fighting spirit, magic power, and even has little physical strength left. His gorgeous armor was dripping with blood all the time, and it was hard to tell whether it was from the enemy, his comrades, or himself.
He was injured, but they were minor injuries and nothing serious at all.
A high-pitched roar suddenly came from next to Et, and a boy who looked like he had just reached the stage of changing his voice brandished a sword that was almost as long as his height and rushed towards him viciously.
Aite sighed, pulled out the dagger from his waist with his backhand, and turned his upper body slightly to one side. He let the boy chop with all his strength, and the dagger in his hand opened his throat at the same time. In fact, the boy stabbed him softly. There is no way to cut through Aite's magic armor, but Aite's armor is very expensive and he doesn't want to be scratched casually.
The boy fell down weakly, and then Aite saw that his back was already bloody and bloody, and even his ribs could be seen under the broken clothes. So badly injured. He can actually charge at Et
The magic swordsman's heart moved slightly. But he has seen too many scenes like this today, and at most he is just excited. Most of the followers of the Silver Holy Cult are civilians who have not received any military training. They only rely on their faith, blood and regular troops to fight with their teeth. Although the number of Holy Cult believers was several times greater than that of the Arei Army, no matter how large the flock was when it encountered a wolf, it would only be slaughtered.
The only ones that can cause a little trouble to the public team are the Snow Palace Warriors and the Ice and Snow Mage. The Redbud Butterfly led the elite soldiers to respond up and down to the Kuangxin Mage on the mountain, attacking from both sides. The Snow Palace Warriors and Ice Mage seemed to focus all their attention on attacking Mount Auburn, with almost no capable people appearing on the fringes.
The task of the squadron where Aite belongs is to face the waves of ordinary believers coming up like a tide. He continued to kill with his sword from early morning until dusk. It turns out that it is so easy to seize a fragile life. For the magic swordsman, there is no need for any skills, just keep swinging the sword. But killing 100,000 believers turned out to be such a long process, and he almost exhausted all his strength. But at a glance, the followers of the Holy Religion are still densely packed.
Aite shook his head to wipe away the sweat that was dripping into his eyes, and looked back. On the other side of the battlefield, the slightly frail figure with heroic aura stood on a horse, commanding calmly. Redbud Butterfly is always surrounded by hundreds of light cavalry to deal with unexpected situations on the battlefield. These light cavalry will attack a certain direction on the battlefield at any time according to her instructions, and she will gather other cavalry as a reserve for the entire army.
Seeing the figure of the redbud butterfly, the magic swordsman suddenly gained some strength out of thin air. He called his men and surrounded a group of Holy Cultists not far away.
At the top of Auburn Mountain, when the official team arrived, Mora slowly walked up to the altar, crossed his arms and pressed them on his chest, and then kept praying in that position with his eyes closed. The milky white halo that enveloped her whole body once again bloomed with soft divine light, supporting the fanatical mage and the remaining believers in their brave battle.
The last ray of sunset fell on Maura's closed eyes, her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes. The already overflowing holy light opened her eyes and emitted more and more intense light. Later, it seemed like a new sun was rising on top of Mount Auburn!
The two sides who were fighting risking their lives on the battlefield involuntarily slowed down the pace of attacking each other. They looked at the holy light in the sky as strong as the blazing sun in disbelief. No one can clearly see the figure in the holy light. Even if they look directly at it for a little longer, their eyes will feel as if they are being burned.
But everyone under Mount Auburn knew that the person in that ball of holy light must be Saint Mora with the Eye of Wisdom. So there is a difference in the eyes looking up at the sky, one is fanaticism, the other is despair.
"The goddess said, forgive our enemies, because they are just a group of lost lambs." Mora's soft voice sounded in everyone's heart. Not only the soldiers of the Principality of Are, but also the remaining believers of the Silver Holy Religion can also hear this sweet voice.
Mora's holy light spread over the top of the mountain, rushing down the mountain like a waterfall, scouring the steep and precipitous Auburn Mountain. Wherever the holy light passed, the dark red ice became clear and transparent again, and was buried deep in the ice and snow. The corpses underneath were revealed one by one, and the dead lay there as peacefully as if they were sleeping. Mount Auburn, which was piled with blood donations and corpses like a hell on earth, gradually returned to its true colors.
Faced with this almost miraculous scene, a warrior from the Duke of Are suddenly dropped his sword. With tears streaming down his face, he knelt down and fell to the ground, completely ignoring that his enemy was standing just a short distance away and had already rolled up a sword. The bladed battle ax was raised high. Behind them, more soldiers from the principality knelt down devoutly and kissed the ground with their foreheads. Otherwise, they could not express their respect.
"All hatred originates from ignorance. Our enemies believe. However, what they worship is only a distorted projection of the real god. They hate because of their belief. But they don't know. Hatred is not the original intention of the gods. They worship because of their misinterpretation. And when they wielded their swords, they chose the wrong target out of ignorance. They believed and worked hard for their beliefs, but all their efforts only hurt their true God."
Maura's voice was sweet and soft, and it was supposed to be warm. But in fact it is as cold as ice. At this moment, she was just like those gods who looked at life in the world indifferently.
Everyone has an illusion that at this moment, Mora has become the incarnation of the goddess!
The believers of the Silver Holy Cult were also stunned by Mora's words. The weapons in their hands dropped one by one, and they did not take the opportunity to attack the Arei Principality soldiers who were all kneeling on the ground. In fact, they have been just defending themselves, barely prolonging their lives that are destined to be destroyed. Their fatigue and spirit have reached the limit. Now that the slaughtering enemies have temporarily stopped their slaughtering knives, they no longer have to resist and struggle for the time being.
What's more, Mora's words also shocked them, almost subverting all their previous understandings. Like lost lambs, they all turned to the ice mage and the priest for help. But the surviving ice mages and priests were just as hesitant as the believers, and their lifelong study of theological knowledge could not tell them why Mora's words rang directly in their hearts.
Their religious beliefs have even reached the level of blind believers. They have knowledge of magic and faith. But it is impossible to explain why Mora, the saint of the heretic goddess, can directly shock their souls. There is only one explanation for this phenomenon in the classics of the Silver Holy Cult, and it is also a common sense known to almost all believers, that is, when the believers' beliefs are devout enough, their souls can directly hear the goddess of ice and snow or her divine servants. the sound of.
But why did they hear Mora's voice? Is she also related to the goddess of ice and snow? This is incredible.
"The goddess said that hatred is over and mistakes should be ended. The Ice and Snow Goddess has awakened from her long sleep. Her oracle will come soon, and the true devout will be able to hear the Ice and Snow Goddess's voice."
The followers of the Silver Holy Cult looked at each other in shock and confusion. Reason told them that they should not believe the words of this heretic saint, but they could not refuse the words that directly faced their hearts. Every word of Mora is impacting these most devout believers, who can hardly suppress their desire for the goddess's oracle. Who among them will be lucky enough to hear the voice of the goddess
"The war is over, so go back, followers of the Ice and Snow Goddess! You should take a bath, wait for the Ice and Snow Goddess's new oracle, and follow her guidance."
At this time, the indifference that only belonged to God in Mora's voice had disappeared, but was as warm as the fire in a country house on a winter night, and even had a hint of kindness: "The oracle of the goddess of ice and snow will arrive soon. The Holy Silver Believers of the religion, your beliefs are as pious as mine. People who devoutly believe in the true God should not kill each other. I will return your companions to you, because they are also my companions, and their faith has already We are connected.”
Mora, shrouded in holy light, landed on the top of Auburn Mountain. She descended the mountain step by step. Along the way, all the Silver Holy Cult believers involuntarily made way for her.
Behind Mora, the surviving fanatical mages and Eye of Wisdom believers supported each other and followed their saint down Mount Auburn. The dozens of Silver Holy Cult believers who were imprisoned on the top of Auburn Mountain have been released and are coming down the mountain.
Mora walked straight through the battlefield filled with blood, severed limbs, broken flesh and corpses, heading north. Her face was holy and ethereal, and she walked as if she were floating. Wherever the flowing holy light shone, all the blood turned into clear springs.
Following the footsteps of the saint, a clean road gradually stretches out in the center of the battlefield in purgatory!
The surviving believers of the Eye of Wisdom and the fanatical mages who were all covered with wounds also embarked on the road of faith, staggering but firmly following Mora to the north.
"Where will she lead us?" This is a question that arises in everyone's mind at the same time, but it is subsequently overwhelmed by the unreserved belief and following of the true God.
"It's finally over..." Etter never had any respect for God. He wiped away the tears and blood on his face and looked at the other end of the battlefield.
He looked at the redbud butterfly, which looked north.
Redbud Butterfly's face is hidden under the helmet, and no expression can be seen. But the lines of her exposed lips remained firm. She sheathed her long sword, raised her right hand high to summon her soldiers, and then led the reorganized army to roll westward towards the Principality of Arei.
At this time, the believers of the Holy Religion worth one hundred thousand silver. Fewer than 20,000 survived. They watched in silence as they gradually headed north to Mora, not rejoicing in their narrow escape from the massacre. in their hearts. At this moment, there are waves of turmoil, just because of Maura's words.
Have their beliefs really deviated from the truth? Can these most devout, ordinary, and nothing special believers really be able to directly hear the voice of the Ice and Snow Goddess
The expressions of the dozens of Silver Saints who survived Mount Auburn suddenly changed. They were trembling all over, and a mixture of surprise, excitement, and ecstasy appeared on their faces. They even suspected that they were delusional. So he looked around to see if he could see anything on his companion's face.
Fortunately, this was not their imagination.
The old priests of the Silver Holy Cult stood out from the crowd and rushed towards Mora's path of faith. However, in just a moment, Mora could not walk very fast, and many of the believers who followed her were seriously injured. But at this moment, the road of faith, as bright as a mirror, has extended into the distance. At the end of the road, there is only the holy light rising like mist. There was no longer a soul.
The old priest stopped slumped and knelt on the ground. Behind him are dozens of ice and snow mages and priests with keen senses and devout beliefs, as well as many ordinary believers. At this moment, these people who originally thought their identities were very different stood together regardless of their status.
They suddenly knelt down in the direction where Mora disappeared and prayed loudly. Begging for her forgiveness. Then, hundreds more believers rushed out from the surviving Silver Saints and joined them.
A highly respected old believer was surprised. He picked up a believer and asked him why he worshiped a foreign saint. The believer glared back at him, and his voice was out of tune due to excitement: "I just... I heard the voice of the goddess! I can actually hear the voice of the greatest goddess of ice and snow!... The goddess said that Mora is not only the saint with the eye of wisdom, but also her servant of God walking in this world!"
God..." The old man stuttered due to this sudden change. "What?" As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately realized the danger was coming.
The believer's eyes widened with bloodshot eyes, full of anger, he tried hard to break away from the hand of the gun, and waved his hands excitedly: "Witness with my soul! Witness with my life! Witness with my faith! That is the voice of the goddess! The great ice and snow The goddess doesn’t have to believe me, but look at the great priest!”
The surrounding believers who were prostrate on the ground also noticed the dispute here. They all raised their heads and looked at the old man with ferocious eyes like poisonous snakes, looking at the blasphemer.
On the far Arctic Ocean, the long coastline is peaceful and quiet.
On a tall ice peak, a figure suddenly appeared.
Her face was covered with wrinkles, her eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, the corners of her drooping mouth were almost parallel to the bridge of her falcon-like nose, and bloodshot eyes continued to flow from her nose, making her look ferocious and sad. Her messy white hair was like steel wires, swinging with the howling cold wind.
Jima stood on the top of the ice cliff, staring at the vast ice ocean. Thick ice caps extend from under the ice cliffs into the mist in the distance. A look of despair suddenly passed over Jima's already old face. She coughed violently and spit out several mouthfuls of bloody phlegm.
However, the coughing seemed to be endless, and Jima's strength also continued to decline with the coughing. Even the strong wind was somewhat unable to resist, and she was teetering, as if she might fall off the ice cliff at any time.
Trembling, she took out a dagger from her arms and stabbed her foot hard, closing her eyes and trembling. After a while, Gemma's face began to glow with a strange red light again, and her old body straightened up again.
But although Gemma's strength has been restored, her will has collapsed!
She fell on the edge of the ice cliff, and stretched a trembling hand toward the depths of the ice ocean, as if trying to grab something.
"The greatest goddess..." Gemma's call was like the cry of a night owl, shrill and harsh, making one's heart cry, but could that being hear it
"I have told you long ago that the Ice and Snow Goddess cannot escape the fate of extinction this time, but you still don't want to believe it. Now the Ice and Snow Goddess's power has begun to decline, right? How long can you hold on with just a dagger? ?" A soft and sweet voice came from behind Jima.
Gemma suddenly jumped up from the ice, like an angry lioness, and screamed: The great ice and snow goddess just fell asleep again! She must have destroyed all the blasphemers, so she fell asleep again, that must be it! "
Froya was wrapped in pure white fur and was standing behind Gemma. The little goblin trembled slightly in the cold wind, and the tip of her straight nose was slightly red from the cold.
She looked at Gemma and sneered: "You must know the reason why a god falls into a deep sleep better than me. As for whether those blasphemers were destroyed by the goddess of ice and snow, let's go back to Richelieu and see. ? I heard that you have been a magician for decades, how come you have learned to deceive yourself now? The goddess of ice and snow has died, which proves that your belief is wrong, why do you cling to it? "
"Shut up!" Gemma's eyes turned blood red, and she slapped Froya hard on the face, knocking her to the ground!
Froya struggled to get up from the ice and snow, and wiped away the blood flowing from the corner of her mouth with her delicate hands. She stared at Jima with a pair of green eyes, and just sneered disdainfully.
Gemma looked at Froya, her hands still shaking. The little goblin's beautiful face was gradually swelling, and there was a red palm print on it.
"Dear magician Gemma, what are you feeling guilty about? Since I have fallen into your hands, you can kill me if you want. Even if you kill me, you will not be able to save the Silver Holy Cult or change the Ice and Snow Goddess. The fact of being destroyed." The little goblin said coldly.
Blood began to pour out of the corners of Gemma's drooping mouth again, and her red eyes stared at Froya.
Standing on the top of a thousand-meter ice peak, Froya is graceful and beautiful. The little drop of bright red blood hanging on her lips did not detract from her beauty at all, but instead made her even more miserable.
Gemma said in a deep voice: "Gods will not be destroyed by mortals! No matter how powerful Rogge and those blasphemers are, the most they can do is steal a little of the goddess's divine power. The most they can use this to become a false god , but the kingdom of the true God is beyond the reach of their dirty hands! Now that I know the sleeping place of the Ice and Snow Goddess, as long as I retrieve the goddess’s divine power, the great Ice and Snow Goddess will wake up from her long sleep, and the Silver Goddess will The Holy Religion will also revive from this and will use your life to exchange the divine power of the Ice and Snow Goddess with Rogge. You'd better pray that he loves you enough!"
Froya was startled, then laughed wildly, and the clear laughter echoed under the ice peak: "You want to use me in exchange for the divine power of the Ice and Snow Goddess? Haha! You don't understand that damn fat man! You don't want to think about it either. , how can someone who can destroy your Silver Holy Cult hand over the divine power of the Ice and Snow Goddess for a damn woman? But just try, let alone trade me for divine power, you just want to trade it from him. It’s a divine weapon, and he definitely won’t do it! Haha!”
She smiled wildly, but unknowingly, a crystal drop of water crawled out of the corner of her eye.
"Shut up!" Gemma raised her hand again. The little goblin glanced at her sideways, turned his head, and presented the other side of his intact face.
Gemma's hands were shaking and her lips were blue with anger, but she did not slap the slap in the face after all. She grabbed Froya, chanted a spell, and flew all the way to the southeast. (Quanben Novel Website www.QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO.com)