The glacier moved so fast. Brando’s first reaction was to run to the sides of the valley, but his body was already at its limit. Every step he ran, he felt like he was falling apart, and his speed was not as fast as usual. One-tenth of his—unyielding talent just allowed him to stay on his feet, far too late to escape from the avalanche area that was dozens of miles wide.
The earth roared and trembled under his feet, making him unable to stand firmly, and soon a roar came behind him. Brando glanced back and saw the ice wall that looked like a snow line in the distance. A glacial waterfall nearly 100 meters high is formed.
This waterfall swallowed everything in the way it passed, and it was mixed with countless sharp rocks. I am afraid that the end of people being drawn in will not be much better than being drawn in by a meat grinder. But Brando turned his head and saw that he was at least a few miles away from the nearest high ground on both sides of the valley, and his heart sank suddenly.
"Are you going to die here?"
He didn't expect that he didn't die in the hands of Madara's bones, he didn't die in the hands of Eruin's rebellious party, and he didn't die in the hands of the Silver Queen, but he was about to die in a trial.
This is the path that that person once walked-the trial of Chongshan.
The azure knight challenged the mountains, the biting cold wind cut his face, but he was firm and unyielding, as if there was nothing to stop him, he finally conquered everything and gained the approval of the mountains.
That is the story in the myth, the hero in the legend.
Brando couldn't help shook his head weakly-he was still too far away from the legend, not that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't do it-the difference in strength was too much.
He took a few heavy breaths.
Behind you, you can almost feel the chill of ice hitting your body, although it is strange, logically speaking, you shouldn't be able to feel the concept of temperature when you are in a state of undead. This thought flashed through his mind, and then grabbed his cloak with his backhand, pulled it off with a'chat', and threw it away.
After dropping the cloak, Brando used all his strength to accelerate a few steps, and suddenly jumped forward—a dark rock in front of him protruded from the snow, and he rolled in the snow and climbed the dungeon to firmly grasp the rock.
Before the last moment, Brando still didn't plan to give up.
Although hope is a little bleak—
The next moment he felt he had been hit hard in the back.
He is a body of silver, but the huge power still squeezes him to have some difficulty even breathing, he snorted, and almost fainted in front of him.
But fortunately, the unyielding talent is strong enough, and his life allows him to maintain a trace of clarity under such circumstances.
Then came the overwhelming crushed ice and snow foam smashing over his head and face, Brando could only close his eyes, as if he was in a stormy sea, firmly holding the rock with his hand, and never let the moving glacier take him away. . Because he knew that as long as he let go, there would be no chance of being spared.
The duration of the unyielding talent after several enhancements is still several times longer than its initial state, but it is still not too long. If you are buried under a hundred meters of ice, then it is absolutely impossible to end the duration. Successfully saved himself before.
He gritted his teeth, still passing by his violent power, and never wavered. Because of so much concentration, he inserted his fingers into the rock and didn't notice it.
The loose front part of the ice waterfall quickly rushed past, and the dense second half composed of rocks and fragmented glaciers followed. Brando met again after the first period of relaxation. New troubles.
The rock entangled in the cracked ice does not matter if he is the king of the earth or not—not to mention that he is not. A few rock formations as large as a table immediately hit him on the back—if such an attack would normally deal with silver. The body seemed to be tickling, but here, Brando heard a series of crisp noises from behind, and then a sudden pain swept through.
He suddenly understood that it was the sound of a broken rib, but before he let out a scream, Juli pressed him to the rock like an ant. Brando had no room for resistance, and the air was very fast. He was completely squeezed out of his lungs. If he didn't need to breathe because of his unyielding talent, this one would be enough to kill him.
But it was this blow that gave him hope of survival. Brando quickly realized that the most difficult moment had passed, and the physical damage was not enough to invalidate his unyielding talent. Even if he suffered more damage, he could use the Angel Heart Bottle to recover from the beginning when the wave of glaciers passed.
As mentioned earlier, although this trial replaced his equipment and status, the backpack and props did not change. The Thor belt, the award horn and even Miss Tata gave him from the Tiermos. His floating celestial spheres are all equipment, but the angel heart bottle is a genuine and usable item, and it is currently lying peacefully in his pocket.
In fact, if it weren't for the Angel Heart Bottle's inability to restore physical strength, his previous trek wouldn't have to be so hard.
Although he did not feel the slowing of the glacier's moving speed, the duration of his indomitability was still very long. The avalanche was too fast, and it would pass by here soon.
But what Brando couldn't think of was that just when he thought he had escaped, the rock he was close to suddenly swayed slightly, and then tilted towards the direction of the glacier.
Brando squatted in his heart, and he fell to the bottom of the rock.
If it is taken away by the glacier, it's all over.
Of course he could not allow such a thing to happen, and he immediately tried his best to mobilize the power of his law. He knew that only the law of space could save himself at this time, but what made him desperate was the same as before, the elements of space and time. As if frozen by the severe cold of this world, he didn't respond at all to his call.
After six months of trekking in this extreme world, he had already exhausted the last trace of physical strength and elemental power.
But Brando still has a way.
"Give up the class level."
"Abandon the element to make the class level!"
He decisively ordered that on his system panel, the elemental level disappeared quickly, and almost instantly disappeared from his occupation list. Give up class levels to gain experience, and then convert order points from experience. Since this conversion is irreversible, almost no one in the game will do this.
But Brando had no choice.
Even if he understands that the class level he converted will eventually be counted on him, and he will also calculate his part-time punishment, and he will never be able to cancel or reduce it in any way.
But at this moment he also had to do it.
The elements burned out the level, but the order points he obtained were still not enough for him to mobilize the law of space. Brando was cruel, and cut down on the Templar by five levels, and finally promoted to the fifty-level Templar class. Suddenly fell back to the forty-fifth level.
But this time, he finally got enough power, and the silver rule of law lighted up around his body again-unfortunately he couldn't get the power of order from this world, otherwise he had perfected his body and didn't need to use it at all. The power of one's own elements.
Brando cursed this hell of a trial in his heart, while mobilizing his power of law to stabilize the rock. His spatial power recovered quickly with the order point, and soon extended to the rock. Roots.
Brando thought he had almost seen hope at this moment.
But it was a pity that the sky did not meet his wishes. At the last moment when he spread the law of space all over the rock, the glacier engulfed a huge rock and hit him hard from behind.
Before Brando had time to react, his eyes went dark, and the line of law that had finally stabilized collapsed suddenly, "No!" He screamed, and felt the whole world spinning around, and the rock in his hand was already loose. Then lead him to roll forward.
Brando's last thought was to see the mountain-sized rock behind him rushing towards him.
…
In the hills of Anzeruta, Haruze was stunned looking at the necklace floating from Ms. Medusa’s chest. It was a beautiful necklace made of star-like metal, sparkling , Like a flashing meteor in the night sky.
If he remembered correctly, that substance should be the mithril taught by Master Tamar and his teacher, a rare and expensive metal.
But what is really eye-catching about this necklace is not the chain made of mithril, but the pendant, the pendant that emits black light, which is leading the entire necklace to float in the air.
"Miss Lesmeca, what is this?" Haruze couldn't help asking, "What were you talking about?"
But no one answered his question.
Both Lasmeka and Kaya stared at the pendant in mid-air with serious expressions. The latter looked at the former, and the former was struggling. Finally, she reached out and wanted to grasp the pendant.
But Kaya grabbed Lesmeca's hand unexpectedly.
The dark elf girl shook her head firmly at her.
"The kingdom is overturned, the earth bears suffering, and the creatures endure in the fire, and there will be no days forever—" she said to Lesmeca in underground language.
"No," Lesmeka shook his head: "This is our treasure. That prediction can't be true. We can't believe these illusory things, Kaya, you understand its value, you can only give it to Only those who truly understand its value can get what we want-don't you want to go back?"
But Kaya was indifferent. She stared into Lesmeca’s eyes and said: "I am the priest of Zokassa. I know that prediction must be true. Look, Lesmeca, the glory of the ancient kings. It has penetrated the clouds and shone all over the earth. A voice is calling for the king, but the world turns a blind eye to it."