Have you seen an aloof mountain
The mountain is evergreen like blue, and white clouds surround the lonely peaks all year round. It is like a sharp sword, inserted directly into the top of the cloud, the goshawk soars only as far as its mountainside, and the mountains can only serve as its background.
Brando looked up at this lonely mountain for a long time and could not speak for a long time. He thought that the mountains of the ring of trade winds were called majestic, and the mountains of Alkhash were called steep. Like a monarch.
There are some natural scenery that can strike people's hearts and is shocking, and this lonely high mountain is undoubtedly one of them.
A long ladder hangs down from the top of the mountain, and there are countless steps. Each level is paved with gray marble. On both sides of the long ladder, there are the same countless marble columns. The long ladder connects the temple complex on the top of the mountain. In everyone's field of vision, it became thinner and thinner, and finally turned into a straight black line.
"The favored one of the Flame Blade, now I am a little convinced of what Miss Tilias said..." Rutter flew up from Brando's shoulder, muttering to himself as he looked at the majestic mountain.
"What?" Brando looked at him puzzledly.
"This is the throne of Himmelud..."
Brando was stunned. He looked at Lut in midair, as if to confirm if the latter was joking. Legend has it that Himmelud placed her throne on the top of the mountain. On this mountain there is the temple of the earth goddess Gaia, the hometown of Himmelud’s shepherdess. Legend has it that it is located in the mountains on the northern edge of the White Plains, but since the disappearance of the three holy relics of the Earth Temple, this holy mountain in the minds of the Toquinine Lions and Dwarves has disappeared for thousands of years.
The look on the little goblin’s face was serious, making Brando realize that the other party was not joking, and then he understood what Ruth meant by the holy mountain—
That is the sacred mountain in the minds of the Toquinine Lions and the Dwarves.
"But it shouldn't be in Warnd?"
"No," Root shook his head: "This mountain was originally here. Although it once appeared on the ground, it is already a long history. Since mortals lost the Three Holy Relics, Shimiru Under De Thunder's anger, he moved it back beyond the elemental barrier."
It turns out that there is such a secret in this, Brando only then realized it. He stared at the palaces in the clouds and asked: "That is the temple of Goddess Gaia? Where is the scepter of flame?"
"I don't know that either."
"Don't you know?"
Root nodded seriously. "I only know that the scepter of flame exists in the mountain where the storm ceases, because every Vosides voters will come here for pilgrimage, and only those who are approved by Jin Yan can determine the fate of the fire fairies. Every generation of fairies The king generally doesn’t talk about their trial process, so most of the people of Fusides actually don’t know the exact location of the scepter of fire."
"But," he continued, "it's very likely to be here, on top of it."
Brando looked up the first-level stairs. The marble pillars on both sides of the stairs were inscribed with primitive runes. This is a pilgrimage road. The believers have touched these stone pillars with their hands for thousands of years. Step by step walked up the stone ladder, chanting sacred prayers, all the way to the top of the mountain.
His gaze has been looking far away, as if crossing the long river of time, and saw scenes belonging to that era: shepherdess wearing holy robes, holding shepherd rods, and laying a thin layer on the stone steps The soil means that the people on the earth reproduce and live down-to-earth, and pass on the goddess' teachings from generation to generation.
It wasn't until a long time later that Brando regained his gaze.
He took a step forward, but Root stopped him and said, "Wait, do you know who was the last person who summoned the holy mountain?"
Brando stopped, looked at the latter, and replied, "Isn't that your Fire Fairy? The previous generation of Fire Fairy King?"
Root shook his head like a rattle: "That's different, I'm talking about a mortal, no... maybe not a mortal." He looked at Brando with a tangled expression: "It should be someone like you."
"A person like me, Master Traveler?"
"Perhaps you can say that, but it's not quite. In short, it's a person like you, do you know who it is?" Then he continued without waiting for Brando to answer, and continued to speak on his own: "Blade of Flame The beloved, the holy mountain has a completely different meaning for people like you. It is a trial..."
Brando had already guessed who he wanted to say at this time: "The Trial of the Mountain, is the Azure Knight?"
Lu Feng nodded, looked at him silently, and muttered: "... What Miss Tilias predicted may be true. The Trial of the Mount is just the beginning, but it is of the highest standard..."
"You mean, that trial is not the only one?"
"Of course it is not the only one. It is a trial provided to those who approve of the Seven Holy Relics. All previous Dark Dragons can only be tested by the King."
"Dark dragons of all previous generations?"
"It's a candidate," Malocha followed up with Fias and Bai Wu, and Bai Wu replied: "But it may not really be recognized. In earlier times, they were not the only ones. But Odin has never said about the content of the trial, and no one, including the Queen of Witch, knows."
The little fairy looked a little hesitant. He seemed to want to express something, but he couldn't say it, but in the end he still said: "The favored one of the Flame Blade, once you take this step, you can't look back."
"There will be danger?"
"You can't imagine the danger. It took the Azure Knight for forty years to pass the test of the mountain and get the approval of the mountains. He has been on the verge of life and death several times. If his will is not as strong as steel, he would not be able to persist. In the future, if you die during the trial, you will really die."
"Your strength is still a bit too weak... The point is that no one can help you, and your Journeyman ability is not good. By the way, I may be able to walk with you, and I am also the callee of the Scepter of Fire."
Brando raised his head and glanced at the stairs leading to the sky. Then he turned his head and said to the others behind him: "You are waiting for me here."
With that said, he took a step forward without hesitation and stepped onto the first stone ladder of the Throne of Himmelud.
"Wait for me!" Root yelled, and rushed up.
But just as he flew up the stairs, he realized that Brando had been lost.
Brando found that the moment he settled, the stairs disappeared, the marble pillars on both sides of the stairs disappeared, the sacred mountain disappeared, and the palace group on the top of the mountain naturally disappeared.
A biting cold wind blew his face, and he discovered that he was located between a patch of snow-capped mountains. The mountains were roaring with strong winds. The peaks seemed to be bare rocks. The rocks were as sharp as blades, and the sky was gloomy. , As lead casting.
When the second cold wind screamed, Brando felt a deep chill. This coldness seemed to penetrate his tough skin and reach the bones and internal organs, making it surging like a stream of molten steel after the extreme. The blood freezes.
The powerful strength seems to have disappeared, shivering like ordinary people in the cold-although Brando understands this is just an illusion, he only opens the system to understand that his strength has not been reduced, but has improved.
The Tiermos robe on his body was replaced by a double-layer chain plate armor. Between the seams of the plate armor, the interlocking metal chain armor was also decorated with a thick layer of mink fur. , The inner pad is thick flannel, there is also a layer of silk lining, the inner layer of metal gloves is filled with the best deerskin and fluff, the iron foot protection is also a thick and soft layer, he also wears a The long bearskin shawl and cloak, the workmanship can make any craftsman in Amperthel in the Year of the Sword ashamed.
Brando doesn’t even need to confirm, he can also recite the name of this armor—Kyrill’s Courage, Hero’s Armor, and also includes a warm kit, each of which is carefully selected by him from the market. Coming. Although it is no better than the local tyrants who use magic kits at every turn, it is at least the best choice among refined products.
He raised the sword in his hand without having to look at it. With the feel from under the iron gloves, he could feel that it was an orthodox Gresius war sword—a kind of two-handed sword. It even needs to be held in one hand when fighting. The sword blade, holding the hilt in one hand to fight, iron gloves are also prepared for this.
The name of this sword is Ming Hun, one of the nemesis of the undead.
This is his equipment on the battlefield of the final battle in the Alkhash Mountains. Apart from the fact that he didn't have the props he prepared in his backpack at the time, even the smallest details were not missed.
The blood in his body forms a perfect cycle of its own, running endlessly, every inch of muscle is like a sculpture, every breath is long and powerful, the area around the body has disappeared, and replaced by it seems to be integrated with the whole world. The law and order.
Brando turned his sharp sword upside down and swiped his finger on the blade. A drop of silver blood flowed out of the wound, which healed in a flash.
He let out a sigh of relief.
Perfect body, silver body.
This is exactly his peak state in the game.
But where is this
Brando looked around and finally remembered that he was in trial, but why the legendary Trial of Mount Chong changed his state to the last moment before he traveled to this world, but he didn't know in his heart.
Is this trial purely aimed at the soul
This thought just came to him, and another cold wind hit his face. The bitter north wind hit his face like a knife, and it was so cold that he almost felt his skin crack and he didn't dare to touch himself. For fear that there have been a few openings in his cheeks, in this extreme environment, the blood would freeze and crack and scab. If you accidentally tear off a piece of skin on your face, it is not impossible.