Act 52 The Road to Azure, Trial in the Mountains I

Have you ever seen a lonely mountain?

The mountain is as green as ever, and white clouds surround the solitary peak all year round. It is like a sharp sword, piercing the top of the clouds. The soaring goshawk can only reach its mountainside, and the mountains can only serve as its background.

Brando looked up at this solitary peak and was speechless for a long time. He thought that the mountains in the Ring of Trade Winds were majestic and the mountains in Alkash were precipitous. However, they were prostrate in front of this lonely peak. Like a king and his ministers.

There are some natural scenery that can touch the heart and shock people. This solitary peak is undoubtedly one of them.

A long ladder hangs down from the top of the mountain. There are countless steps. Each step is paved with gray marble. On both sides of the long ladder, there are equally countless marble columns. The long ladder connects the temple complex on the top of the mountain. In everyone's field of vision, it becomes thinner and thinner as it goes up, and finally turns into a straight black line.

"Beloved of the Flame Blade, now I also believe Tilias's words..." Root flew up from Brando's shoulders and murmured to himself as he looked at this majestic mountain peak.

"What?" Brando looked at him puzzled.

"This is Himmelud's throne..."

Brando was stunned. He looked at Root in mid-air, as if to confirm whether the latter was joking. Legend has it that Himmelud placed her throne on the top of a mountain. On this mountain is the temple of the earth goddess Gaia, which is the hometown of Himmelud's shepherdess. Legend has it that it is located in the mountains to the north of the Holy White Plain, but since the three sacred objects of the Earth Temple disappeared, this sacred mountain in the minds of the Toquinin lions and dwarves has disappeared for thousands of years.

Laughing, he finally understood what Root meant by the holy mountain before——

That is the sacred mountain in the eyes of the Toquinin lions and dwarves.

"But shouldn't it be in Warnd?"

"No," Root shook his head: "This mountain was originally here. Although it once appeared on the earth, it has been a long time ago. Ever since the mortals lost the three holy objects. Ximilu In anger, De Leiting moved it back outside the elemental barrier."

It turned out that there was such a secret in it, and Brando finally understood. He stared at the palaces in the clouds and mist and asked: "Is that the temple of the goddess Gaia? Is the scepter of fire located here?"

"I don't know that either."

"You don't know either?"

Root nodded seriously. "I only know that the Scepter of Fire exists in the Mountain of Calm Storm, because every elector of Forsedes will come here to make a pilgrimage. Only those recognized by Jin Yan can decide the fate of the fire fairies. Each generation of fairies The king usually doesn’t talk about their trial process, so most of the people of Forsedes don’t actually know the specific location of the Scepter of Fire.”

"But," he continued, "it's very possible that it's here, up here."

Brando looked up the steps. The marble pillars on both sides of the stairs were engraved with ancient runes. This was a pilgrimage road. For thousands of years, believers had touched these stone pillars with their hands. Walking up the stone stairs step by step, chanting sacred prayers, all the way to the top of the mountain.

His eyes were looking far away, as if they had crossed the river of time. I saw scenes that belonged to that era: shepherdess dressed in holy robes, holding shepherd's staffs, spreading a thin layer of soil on the stone steps to symbolize the down-to-earth reproduction and life of the people on the earth, adding the goddess's Teachings are passed down from generation to generation.

It wasn't until a long time later that Brando looked back.

He took a step forward, but Root stopped him and said, "Wait a minute, do you know who was the last person to summon the Holy Mountain?"

Brando stopped. He looked at the latter and replied: "Isn't that your fire goblin? The previous generation fire goblin king?"

Root shook his head like a rattle: "That's different. I'm talking about mortals, no... maybe they can't be counted as mortals." He looked at Brando with a somewhat tangled expression: "It should be someone like you."

"Someone like me, a planeswalker?"

"Perhaps you can say,

But not exactly, but almost, it’s someone like you. Do you know who it is? "Then he continued to talk to himself without waiting for Brando to answer: "Beloved of the Blade of Flame, the Holy Mountain has a completely different meaning for people like you. It is a trial... "

Brando had already guessed who he wanted to talk about at this time: "The test of Chongshan, is it the Azure Knight?"

Root nodded. She looked at him silently and murmured: "...What Miss Tilias predicted may be true. The Chongshan Trial is just the beginning, but it is the highest standard..."

"You mean, that trial isn't the only one?"

"Of course it is not the only one. It is a trial provided to the approvers of the Seven Sacred Artifacts. All the previous Dark Dragons can only get the King's Trial."

"The previous Dark Dragons?"

"They are candidates," Marocha carried Feiyas and Baiwu and followed him. Baiwu replied: "But they may not be truly recognized. In earlier times, there were more than just them. But Odin never said anything about the content of the trial, and no one, including the Witch Queen, knew."

He didn't say anything, but finally he spoke: "Beloved of the Flame Blade, once you take this step, you can't look back."

"Will it be dangerous?"

"The dangers you can't imagine. It took the Azure Knight forty years to pass the Chongshan Test and be recognized by the mountains. He was on the verge of life and death several times. If his will was not as strong as steel, he would not have been able to persevere. Come down, if you die during the trial, you will really die."

"Your strength is still a little too weak... The key is that no one can help you, not even your planeswalker ability. By the way, I may be able to go with you, and I am also the recipient of the Scepter of Fire. "

Brando raised his head and took another look at the stairs to the sky. Then he turned around and said to the other people behind him: "You guys wait for me here."

With that said, he took a step forward without hesitation and stepped onto the first stone staircase of Himmelud's throne.

"Wait for me!" Root shouted and rushed forward.

But as soon as he flew up the stairs, he realized that he had lost sight of Brando.

Brando found that the moment he landed, the stairs disappeared, the marble pillars on both sides of the stairs disappeared, the holy mountain disappeared, and the palaces on the top of the mountain naturally disappeared.

A gust of biting cold wind blew towards his face, and he realized that he was in the middle of a group of snow-capped mountains. The wind was howling in the mountains. The peaks seemed to be rocks with exposed snow, and the rocks were as sharp as sharp knives. The sky was gloomy, Like cast lead.

When the second gust of cold wind howled, Brando felt a bone-chilling chill. This coldness seemed to penetrate his tough skin and reach straight to his bones and internal organs, causing the body behind the extreme realm to surge like a stream of molten steel. The blood freezes.

The powerful strength seemed to be gone, and he was shivering in the cold like an ordinary person - although Brando understood that this was just an illusion, he only opened the system and understood that: instead of decreasing, his strength had increased.

The Tilmese robes were replaced by a double-layered chain plate armor. Between the seams of the plate armor, the interlocking metal chain armor was also covered with a thick layer of mink fur. , the inner padding is thick flannel, and there is a layer of silk lining inside. The inner layer of the metal gloves is filled with the finest deerskin and down, and the iron foot guards are also filled with a thick soft layer. He also wears a The long bearskin shawls and cloaks were made with workmanship that would put any craftsman in Ampelsel, the Year of the Sword, to shame.

Brando didn't even need to confirm, he could recite the name of this armor - Kyril's Courage, Hero's Armor, and also added a cold-proof kit. Each piece was carefully selected by him from the market. exchanged. Although it is not as common as the magic kits used by rich people, it is at least the best choice among high-quality products.

He raised the sword in his hand, and without looking at it, he could tell by the feel under the iron glove that it was an orthodox Gracius sword - a two-handed sword that even needs to be held with one hand during fighting. He fights with the blade of the sword and the hilt with one hand, and the iron gloves are prepared for this.

The name of this sword is Minghun, one of the nemesis of the undead.

This was the equipment he wore on the battlefield of the last battle in the Alkhash Mountains. Apart from the absence of the props he had prepared in his backpack at that time, even the smallest details were not missed.

The blood in his body forms a perfect cycle, running endlessly. Every inch of muscle is like a sculpture. Every breath is long and powerful. The realm around his body has disappeared, replaced by something that seems to be integrated with the entire world. of law and order.

Brando turned the sword upside down and lightly scratched the blade with his finger. A drop of silver blood flowed from the wound, and it healed in an instant.

He let out a small breath.

Perfect body, body of silver.

This is his peak state in the game.

But what is this place?

Brando looked around and finally remembered that he was in a trial, but he didn't know why the legendary Chongshan Trial would change his state to the last moment before crossing into this world.

Is this trial purely for the soul?

Just as this thought came to his mind, another gust of cold wind hit his face. The biting north wind hit his face like a knife. It was so cold that he almost felt his skin cracking. He didn't dare to touch himself. He was afraid that there would be several holes on his cheek. In this extreme environment, the blood would freeze and become scabbed before the blood could flow out. It was not impossible to accidentally tear off a piece of skin on his face.

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