Kate did not say that this was the only feasible route, but that this was our route, so we carefully walked through the old shelf, and there were thirty steps or more from the safety zone. An accidental slip is enough, so I nailed my chest to the ice wall and stuck my face to the ice. By convention, the samurai who are unsuccessful and benevolent did not show fear, but they still maintained a cautious pace and respected macroeconomists enough. A strong wind blew our backs, and I nailed my nails to the wall, like a cat clutching the doorpost. Usually, another Kate will stop in front of me. I think he is either meditating, taking a breath, or just as scared as I am. Not too possible.
The longer we stay on this platform, the more it resembles a polished glass, and the wall is like a mirror reflecting our watery appearance. Our music came along the ledge, and the iceberg made a disturbing crackling sound.
It was almost safe. After I thought about it, my next leader, a hairline crack suddenly appeared in my boots. When my eyebrows grew like a healthy plant, my eyebrows suddenly grew to the forehead. "Oh no!" I whimpered. "Do not... ... "
Dozens and dozens formed immediately, as if I were an elephant on a crystal plate. Kate experienced similar damage under his feet, but bit his lower lip and moved on for a safer ground.
"Almost here!" he shouted back, but his steady pace and calm temperament were suddenly interrupted. Without giving any explanation, Kate ignored the shocking windowsill and stopped again. "Don't go any further!" he ordered. "Don't go any further!"
"What? What did you see?"
Kate stared at the ice cube in front of his nose, raised her right hand, and placed her palm flat on the damp wall.
"Kate!" I cried in despair. "The window sill! It can't stop us!"
The ice cracked again, and the ledge began to disintegrate.
"We must act!" I screamed. "Go! Go! Go!"
I ran to Kate in a hurry, then screamed, and a pair of rotten arms rushed out of the ice wall and pinched his throat. I fell down screaming, the window sill suddenly broke, I was pulled by the rope around my waist, and suddenly stopped. I groaned painfully like Kate above, he was experiencing the full impact of my weight, his rotten fingers squeezing his windpipe. Those alien hands are the only thing that prevents us from falling to death. The samurai choked, kicked and kicked; my face was covered with snow on his boots. I was frightened, and then saw Kate sucked into the ice with a brisk move.
"Kate!"
There was no answer—no body—no sign—just a jagged hole and a rope extending from the middle.
"Who is there?" I cried, feeling the rope pulled. "damn it!"
That drag became a kind of pulling force, jerk again and again, pulling me up and into the smoking gap.
"Kate? Where are you? Kate?"
I couldn't see anything, only the sound of melting ice dripping. I thought Kate’s weight would rest on my rope, but when I pulled the rope, only the loose rope was on my knees.
"what happened?"
I felt the cold on my hands and shin bones, and felt a cold breath escaping from my mouth. This kind of waiting felt like eternity, a kind of waiting ended with a wonderful beam of sunlight passing through me and shooting out of the hole. I cover my face to avoid this painful life force, which takes time to stabilize. When it stopped, when my eyes finally adjusted, I noticed a small blue sphere floating in front of me. I have seen such a sphere before. That is the soul stripped of the skin, still in time, not bigger than a pea.
"Don't be afraid, Daniel," a powerful, female voice came from the sphere.
"How do you know my name? Where is this? Where is my friend?"
"He is not your friend," she replied, with a straightforward attitude, like an old headmistress. "Your relationship with the samurai is for convenience, not for friendship, so let's stop pretending."
The star is still shining in place, with a whirlpool in the center, and sharp icicles forming its edge. "What do you want?" I said, trying to calm myself down. "What did you do to him?"
"The samurai is safe," she replied. "His body and mind are temporarily in a state of suspended animation."
"Pause what?" I called. "let me go!"
"Settle down, Daniel. You have come a long way. I just want to get to know you."
""Did you do that? why?"
"I saw something," she replied, floating weirdly beside my face. "I know what kind of person you were in the past. I see your future direction."
"Why," I stammered, "Will you be interested?"
"I am naked in front of you, Daniel, a witch who was thrown here by a wizard."
"Scarfel!" I hissed, and her blue light lit up. The light released a violent red heat, and I shielded my eyes.
"Like my fire burning on you!" She howled like a banshee. "His name scorched my soul!"
"I'm sorry!" I cried, this feeling is very tormenting now. "I won't say it again!"
Immediately, the intense heat was replaced by the returning cold, and the sad voice inside followed.
"You are a witch!" I said in shock. "I saw your broken broom hanging on his wall in Buhler's hole. This is very important to him..."
Her lights gave the centaur a pleasant orange glow. "My name is eternal," she said. "Not many people still remember me. Poor beast, only cut his belly to commit suicide as a companion. If he knew my situation, he would definitely come to me."
"Can I... Tell him?"
"You won't," she answered simply. "You have to continue your journey. Breechen believes that I am dead, and in order to protect him, I will continue to do this. For him, the risk is indeed great."
"What's wrong with you? Why "scars"—I mean—the wizard threw you here? Why do people like sticks need protection?"
"He is in danger. A long, long time ago, Daniel, this unique earth was designed to allow everyone to watch their purgatory peacefully. The stick and I protect these individuals from many alien creatures and monsters. Some people call us For the king and queen." I could hear the faint laughter in the sphere, and then her longing sigh, before continuing. "One day, a tomb, a wizard came—everything changed."
Despite this, she refused to say his name, but when she thought of this, her eyes briefly blackened. "It is said that Daniel, the wizard wanders through the circles of hellfire, Kate seeks to meet God, and the wizard seeks the attention of his dead son, Mephistopheles. They found it in the depths of that underground kingdom. Each other, where the devil taught the wizard his worst magic."
"In return?" I asked curiously.
"This wizard will expand the kingdom of the devil on our unique earth, causing his catastrophe and bringing darkness. In hell, this wizard is just an apostle-in hell, he is a god."
"The wizard escaped from hell?" I mumbled, thinking that only Kate would do this.
"The samurai escaped from the fire with endurance and timing," she replied. "This wizard escaped from the fire with magic tricks. If he is happy, he can come back as he pleases. Daniel is clever and scheming. Yes, like his master. What the wizard can't kill, he will deal with it in other ways—just like he did to me..."
"How to do it?"
"I am one of the few immortals," she replied.
There is no mention of eternity in any book of Mount Bregen that I have read. Perhaps this topic is too difficult to write on paper for the Centaur.
"The wizard," she added, "can only curse me here and spread untimely rumors of my death. Unfortunately, these rumors exaggerated his legend and made him even more afraid."
"That's why Bangbang is hidden," I said. "Why the wizard wants him to die. The stick is the fly in the ointment, the last thorn of absolute power."
Eternal pause. Her light did not flicker, but remained quiet and still, as if lost in thought.
"Are you all right?" I asked her.
"I'm fine," she said, rejuvenated. "Da Niu, there are many thorns around the wizard, I predict that there will be thorns around you."
The last time we met, I was just a stain on Scarfel’s boots, and I was very surprised by this sentence. Why should that old wizard be afraid of me
"He underestimated you," she said. "This is the only reason you are still alive. I brought you here to listen to my warnings and to pay attention to it. The wizard's eyes are everywhere, and he can find you anywhere. In your mission In, you can’t trust anyone... not even a soul."
My instinct told me that she concealed something, and oppressed her, eternally giving up more than I wanted to hear. "I brought you here, Daniel, to tell you your true purpose. You must kill the wizard. You must destroy him."
I said with a smirk. "I... can't do this! Even Kate, a samurai master will not oppose him. What chance do I have?"
"The samurai is a dinosaur!" she said. "That thug doesn’t care about your mission at all—and he doesn’t care about you. His soul is in the sword, not in his heart. He might actually take you to Daniel Nine Castle, but it’s just better under his nose. Before his choice. Trust him, at your own risk."
"Newton has faith in him," I argued. "When I need Kate, he will be by my side. I know!" (End of this chapter)