The wailing and howling cold wind rushed towards her face, and Antitina fought a cold war.
Although Tonigel's winter is already very cold, it is nothing compared to here. The knife-like wind seems to be cutting human skin, which can penetrate deep into the bone marrow and freeze the soul. A layer of hoarfrost forms on the long eyelashes, and the exhaled heat forms a cloud of white mist, which blends into the confused surroundings in a blink of an eye. In the fog.
After Uta led her through the light door, he stopped and looked at the place with a look of leisure. All I can see is a thick foggy ice and snow, and there seems to be a staggered glacier in the distance. There are icicles and icicles hanging under the broken rocks. It is a living monster.
Uta was unaware of the cold in the cold wind, and smiled back and asked, "Do you know where this is?"
Antitina moved her eyes slowly and shook her head.
Uta smiled slightly: "This is the country of fog."
"The country of fog?"
"Mortals also call it the country of ice," Uta looked at a white ice field, raised his hand to pick up a snowflake, and the snowflake disappeared in her hand in a blink of an eye: "It is in the gray world and the shadow world. But it is still part of the lower realm. The country of fog governs the laws of cold. The snow floating here is not real ice and snow, but the projection of shallow water here."
She pointed to the top of her head: "There is the shallow sea."
Antitina raised her head, she could only see a foggy sight, not even the existence of the sky. Uta seemed very interesting in her behavior, and joked: "You can't see there. After all, the country of mist and the world of water elements are two worlds. Because of the lack of laws, you can't see the shallow sea here. In the water, only ice and snow can be seen."
"Is the final seat here?" Antitina asked.
Uta shook his head: "I guess Martha put it in the place where everything was born."
"The place where everything was born?"
"Light floats on the water, and the spirit is born from the water. That is the birthplace of everything in your world, and the place where she wakes up," Uta—or the Twilight Dragon replied: “But for several times, I have never I haven't found it before, and that place is as if it never existed."
"Do you have anything you can't find, the Twilight Dragon."
"This is normal, because I am missing one of the most important keys. In my capacity, it is impossible to be recognized by the Seven Sacred Swords." Uta replied lightly.
Antitina was silent for a moment before asking, "Here is the birthplace of everything?"
Uta shook his head again: "I think its entrance is in the kingdom of the dead-the world of dark elements."
"Then why did you bring me here?"
Uta turned his head and looked at her: "Because Heim's Underworld is indeed bordered by the country of fog, so in such a big circle, naturally, I don't want to arouse Martha's alertness."
"Master Martha?"
Uta drew a dagger from her sheath, and gently cut a cut in her hand as if there was no pain. She turned her hand around and let the blood drip onto the snow. It's strange to say that in such a cold weather, the blood from her wrist didn't mean to solidify at all, it fell on the pure white snow little by little.
With golden light gleaming in her eyes, while watching her bleeding intently, she replied softly: "We are all too familiar with each other in the wars since the seven eras. I think she might have guessed that I would follow. So, what happened in the world of stagnation taught me a lesson, that woman is really hard to deal with—"
Antitina frowned: "What are you doing?"
Uta did not answer this question. She stepped forward in the snow, drawing a magic circle with blood; the blood in the circle squirmed as if given life, moved closer to the center, and gradually connected to each other.
Antitina saw this scene and suddenly understood her plan.
She struggled suddenly, rushing to stop Yuta's actions. But the head of the female mercenary took a step back, and the saber appeared in her left hand sometime. She held the hilt and swept it away. The scabbard swept heavily on the abdomen of the lady of the staff. Antitina only felt a writhing in her abdomen. , He knelt down in the snow.
Yuta looked at her, smiled and said, "Your goddess has set many barriers in Tonigel. I can't penetrate this land protected by the remains of the seven saints if I take advantage of the black moon to fall to death. —But the so-called unconquerable fortresses are often disintegrated from within. You see, everything you are doing now is just in vain."
Antitina frowned in pain, almost crushing a silver tooth, she knelt in the cold snow and looked at her bitterly, without saying a word.
The blood in the snow has already begun to glow a little bit.
…
The mess left in the last celebration a few days ago has gradually been covered by the wind and snow. There was a dead silence in Dailingjie. The men had already put on their armor and took up weapons to fight the evening to the death. There was only a depression on the street, and there were still a few pieces of torn curtains fluttering in the wind on the square.
The brilliance of magic illuminates the sky from time to time, and the sound of explosions one after another, the whole city seems to be trembling unceasingly.
But in the lonely street, there was a young girl pacing in the wind and snow, and the howling cold wind seemed to be unable to stop her full interest. She wore a leather skirt commonly seen in the Golan-Elsen area, carrying a bag, carrying her hands behind her back, and kicking the snow ball on the street with round-toed leather shoes with interest, as if she was innocent, shaking left and right. Akira looked at the surrounding scenery curiously.
"Where is this place?"
"Why are you here?"
The girl murmured to herself, without a word that seemed to be talking to someone. But suddenly, she stopped steadily. There was a shop in front of her. The eaves were half crooked in the snow. The furnishings inside looked like a grocery store, dim and dim, with only a candle.
But at least this is the only shop on this street that is still open. The owner is a middle-aged man who limps around the house. There was no one in the city, and he had no business. He seemed to be about to close, but when he turned around, he saw the girl standing in front of his shop.
The man was stunned. There was a conspicuous scar on his face, which looked a bit hideous under the dim light. His leg seemed to have been injured, and there was some inconvenience when walking. He looked at the girl questioningly and asked: "Which kid are you from, your family, why haven't you escaped?"
The girl tilted her head and replied, "I don't have any family members. By the way, my name is Roman. Uncle, haven't you left yet?"
The man smiled bitterly: "Do you think I can get away like this? Anyway, I'm going to lose my life, at best I can stay here. It's a pity for you, the children, to stay here."
As he spoke, he moved his body laboriously, allowing Roman to pace into the house.
The merchant lady looked at the furnishings in the shop with curiosity, and she had a vaguely familiar feeling in her heart, as if she remembered the situation of bargaining with others in such a shop, and there was a young man with a sad face standing by her side.
But those memories were vague and remote, and even she didn't know which ones were true and which were false.
"Forget it, don't say bad words, girl, what do you want to buy?" the man limped to the counter and asked at the same time.
Roman's gaze fell on an old sugar bowl on the shelf, which was a little old. It was a beautiful glass sugar bowl filled with colorful sugar paper, but the surface was a little mottled, and the lid was still well preserved, with a golden button attached. Hang buckle.
It was like a dream reflecting the past. She looked at the jar, and she was dumbfounded for a while.
"Brando, I want that sugar jar."
"But we don't have that much money."
"Hey, when I have money in the future, I must buy it-yes, or let's go to Freya to borrow some."
"Don't even think about it."
The man followed her gaze and asked, pointing to the sugar bowl, "Do you want this?" He looked at the sugar bowl and gently picked it up, showing a look of nostalgia: "This is me. A birthday present for my daughter."
"birthday present?"
The man nodded silently.
"Where is your daughter?"
"She died, in the first Black Rose War."
"The first Black Rose War?" Roman blinked slowly.
"how?"
She shook her head slightly: "What a terrible war, I managed to escape back then."
This sentence actually caused the middle-aged man to post it for a long time. After a long time, he replied quietly: "Yes, if she could escape at that time, it would be as big as you."
"Can you sell it to me?"
The man looked at the sugar bowl in silence and nodded, "If you like it."
The merchant girl took out her purse, but she couldn't help but raised her head a little embarrassedly: "Can you take it on credit? My money was taken away by the wicked woman."
The man looked at the young lady dumbfounded.
"is it not OK?"
He shook his head helplessly, and put the sugar bowl in front of her with a wry smile: "Speaking of it, what is the use of money at this moment? If this thing satisfies you, it will be enough."
Roman held the sugar bowl in both hands, and nodded: "I will take good care of it." As she said, she glanced at the wind and snow outside and frowned slightly.
"Are you going back, little girl?" the man suddenly asked, "Where is your home, or should I take you back?"
Roman nodded and shook his head again.
"I don't have a home," she replied, "but I really have to go, that bad woman is calling me."
"Bad woman?"
Roman smiled sweetly at him.
Then she took a step forward slightly, as if a light door had been opened in front of her, so that the merchant lady could step in. In the blink of an eye, the young girl disappeared without a trace with the sugar bowl in her hand, and the middle-aged man stood there dumbfounded, unable to move for a long time.
…
Uta slowly closed his eyes, and the golden light in his eyes gradually faded.
Antitina stared at the magic circle, the light in it was getting brighter and brighter, and suddenly, a black light door gradually opened. Roman took the sugar bowl and walked out gently, stepping on the snow, the soft snow couldn't make her sink half an inch.
She looked at the lady of the staff with a little surprise: "Hey, Antitina, why are you here?"
"Roman?" Antitina looked at the merchant lady in shock: "You... have you changed back?"
The expression on Roman's face narrowed, and he sneered, "Of course not."
Then, in Antitina's stunned gaze, she dropped the sugar bowl in her hand. The glass jar rolled in the snow twice, both lids were knocked open, and the sugar paper decorations in the jar suddenly scattered with the cold wind and fell to the ground.
Roman let out a sigh of relief and said, "Ah, this body is really getting worse and worse." She turned her head and looked at Youta, the head of the mercenary had passed out due to excessive blood loss.
She turned her head and smiled: "Well, I came here anyway. Do you really think that I was in vain to let the Sasald people cause civil strife in Eruin? Although the dog is a little stupid, It's still a bit useful anyway."
The Twilight Dragon stared at Antitina's eyes. Under her close gaze, the lady of the staff only felt black in front of her eyes, and sweat oozing from her forehead. She breathed slightly and replied with difficulty: " You bewitched the Sassards... just for this purpose to trigger the civil war in Eruin?"
Roman shook his head: "That doesn't have to be the case, but my body hasn't awakened. If you didn't move too fast, I wouldn't need to be so troublesome."
"What on earth do you want to do?"
"I knew that the beacon was in that guy's hand, but it's okay. It's okay for him to lead the way for me-but you are more important, dear Antitina, there can be many beacons, but there is only one key. That's it."
"Don't think about it, um—" Antitina suddenly widened her eyes.
Because the merchant lady leaned up almost face-to-face, staring at her eyes. Under Roman’s long eyelashes, his beautiful eyes stared at his gaze motionlessly. The Twilight Dragon opened his lips slightly, exhaled and said, “That’s not necessarily true, dear Antitina, have you forgotten? , We are friends—"
Two golden rays of light pierced deep into the heart of the lady of the staff, but for a while, Antitina fell heavily to the ground.
Roman smiled and clapped her hands. She glanced at the sleeping Antitina with satisfaction, and slowly came to the edge of the fractured glacier. Another strange sound came from the bitter cold wind. Suddenly, a huge crystal paw like a mountain suddenly rose from under the cliff and grabbed the edge of the cliff.
A giant beast is slowly revealing its entire body, compared with the merchant lady standing on the edge of the glacier as small as a grain of sand.
But in front of Roman, the crystal behemoth slowly lowered its head.
The Twilight Dragon smiled and stared at his subordinates, and said softly, "Astoni, have you waited for tens of thousands of years?"
The King of Crystal Cluster let out a low roar.
"Don't worry," she replied with a smile, while pointing at Antitina and Uta: "Take them."
Astoni, the king of crystal clusters, looked at her suspiciously.
"Why, dare you even defy my order?"
Astoni replied in a low voice, and stepped back slightly to show his submission. It raised its paws, a circle of invisible ripples in the air, dark magic surging from the sea of elements, holding Antitina and Yuta, and placing them in its palm.
"Protect them," the Twilight Dragon replied, "especially that little girl, they are still useful to me."
Astoni nodded.