Act 53 The Road to Azure, Trial in the Mountains II

The silver body seemed to be papery in the cold wind, and Brando finally understood why the Azure Knight had experienced life and death here. √∟，

After taking a breath, the water mist turned into ice shards and fell. Brando was startled, and then he realized how terrifying the cold here was.

This place is not suitable for staying for a long time. This thought immediately came to his mind. He looked up and saw that he was on top of a glacier. There was a vast expanse of white in front of him, like a road. He looked back again, and there was a bottomless abyss behind him. If he moved his feet a little, countless ice shards would roll down until they disappeared.

It was pitch black under the abyss, and it was impossible to see how deep it was. Brando shuddered. Although he still didn't understand the purpose of this trial, the first priority was obviously to leave this ghost place.

He is actually no stranger to similar trials. There have been such trials from the extreme realm to the sage realm. Of course, the difficulty is not as high as this. In theory, such a trial is like a dream, but Root said If you die in this dream, you will really die. Brando will definitely not intend to test the truth and challenge the truth.

However, similar trials usually have a clear purpose, to complete a certain task, or to kill a certain monster, but it is rare to directly throw people into an inexplicable and harsh environment like this. What is the purpose of this trial? Is it simply a matter of survival? Brando felt that it was obviously not that simple.

He recalled the trial of the Azure Knight. There were so many legends about this legend that it was even written into many poems and circulated in Warnd. The contents of these poems were mostly similar, but the final results were all for Azure. The knight gained the recognition of the mountains and received the holy spear of the sky.

So is the purpose of this trial to find something?

Fire scepter?

Brando thought silently while advancing hard in the glacier. Not long after he left, he felt he was in trouble.

The environment here is really too harsh. The wind in the glacier is made of unknown laws, and it is so cold that it is chilling. His equipment and cold protection kit had no effect at all in the ice and snow, and his silver body seemed to have no effect either. He only walked less than a mile. It feels like an ordinary person wearing single clothes trudging through a snowstorm - maybe even worse than that, because at least the snowstorm doesn't do anything to the human soul.

Brando soon discovered that his perception and will attributes were slowly declining. This discovery scared him out of his mind. What is this thing? He had never encountered a cold wind that could damage the inner attributes before.

Not to mention encountering it, I have never even imagined it.

Under the extremely harsh low temperature, the metal quickly became brittle, and even the magic power attached to it had no protective effect. The Minghun Giant Sword was the first to leave him. When he used it to support his body, the two-handed sword first broke into countless pieces with a click, and Brando almost fell into the snow.

This almost made him break into a cold sweat, because he was not sure whether he would have the energy to get up again if he fell down. But the cold sweat just broke out, and it immediately turned into frost, and the body temperature dropped further.

Brando had no choice but to throw away his sword and stagger forward. At this time, he began to miss the Blade of Flame and the Sword of Asahi infinitely. The former could provide him with warmth. The latter can be immune to or at least significantly reduce cold damage.

However, he also understood that if this trial had not restored his strength in the battle of Alkash, I am afraid that he would have turned into a popsicle just after being thrown into this world.

So Brando had no intention of complaining. Of course, in fact, he soon ran out of energy to complain. He didn't know how long he had been walking on the glacier. The white and windy world seems to have no end, but the physical strength is quietly slipping away bit by bit, just like the temperature that has escaped for a long time.

He is a perfect silver body. Although the player's silver blood is not as good as that of a demigod,

But at least he is a minor god at the level second only to the angel Akroma.

Legend has it that Tankas, the son of God, once pursued Leviathan to the end of the world for a hundred years without rest. In the chaos where the laws collapsed, even the gods needed to continuously consume the power of order to maintain the laws of their own existence, but even so, Tankas died of exhaustion outside the elemental barrier without even hearing about it.

But Brando felt that he had only been walking in the snowfield for a few days and nights, and his physical strength was already on the verge of exhaustion.

He began to feel that his vision was narrowing, the edges of his vision were blackening, and his breathing was becoming heavier. The cold air stung his nose, and the sound from his lungs seemed to be the struggle of a dying person, or a broken bellows. Fulfill final obligations.

Not to mention that after he perfected his silver body in the game, he rarely felt this feeling even after he entered the golden realm in this world - it was fatigue, fatigue, and for someone with hundreds or thousands of physiques It is a joke that a strong person will feel tired and tired.

Willpower and perception attributes also dropped by nearly one-tenth in a short period of time.

But the scenery ahead is always the same.

Brando doesn't know when this journey will end, and he doesn't know what this damn trial is asking him to do. Maybe it just wants him to go on like this until he is recognized by the mountains.

But who knows what the hell the recognition from the mountains is.

He walked for another two or three days, but the scenery in front of him still remained unchanged. By the end, he was almost numb, and his mind went blank. At first, he could still feel the loss of physical energy, but now he could only move forward instinctively.

Half a month later, Brando's speed began to slow down.

Every few steps he took, he had to stop and rest for a long time. He felt that his eyelids were as heavy as weighing several thousand kilograms, but he instinctively did not dare to close them. He staggered and staggered, but he always Not sitting down, let alone lying in the snow.

Because Brando understands that once he stops, he may stay here forever.

But his mind was actually not very clear anymore, and he had no time to think about the trial. It seemed to be chaos, with only one thought left to support all his actions:

Stay alive.

One month, two months, half a year passed in the blink of an eye.

Even the sage's physical strength finally ran out of fuel. On this day, Brando finally fell heavily in the snow. The biting cold and severe pain made him suddenly wake up.

But when he was lying in the snow, he found that he didn't have the slightest strength to get up. He just lay on the ground quietly, staring at the leaden sky, letting the cold penetrate into his limbs and bones, He began to lose feeling in his hands, his feet, below his knees, and then from his elbows to his shoulders.

Brando tried hard to mobilize the power of law in his body, but the order seemed to have collapsed. His eyes looked through his Extreme Plains and saw a silent universe - pitch black, without any life, as if there was only endless low temperature. and cold.

The stars also went out, as if the remaining dust after the stars burned out was still suspended in the void. The entire world no longer had a trace of life, and all laws and orders were shattered into pieces, no longer responding to anyone's call.

This is the twilight of the gods and the world.

Brando suddenly had this understanding in his heart. When a god dies, it may see exactly this world.

He quietly rested his head in the soft snow and began to feel a touch of warmth, as if his whole body was immersed in warm milk. He didn't know if this was an illusion, but he only felt waves of exhaustion sweeping over him.

Brando knew what it meant as long as he closed his eyes.

But he was powerless to stop it. There seemed to be a gentle voice in his heart telling him something. That voice told him that he was too tired and it was time to let go of everything.

But it was at this time that he suddenly felt something strange.

The ground was shaking.

The snow was shaking slightly, and Brando blinked slightly. He had almost no strength to make this simplest action, but he quickly realized that this was not the illusion of the dying person.

The earth was literally shaking.

And the vibration quickly became violent, as if it was originally a trickling stream, but soon converged into a roaring river, causing the entire ground to shake and churn.

Brando took a deep breath, and finally felt his body again at this moment, as if an inexplicable power burst out from his body. It came from nowhere and poured into his limbs instantly. In his body, there seemed to be a heart-warming heat that instantly pulled him back from the edge of darkness.

But Brando had no joy in his heart.

He knew what it was, that was his talent - unyielding. Although his strength and level had returned to before the Battle of Alkhash, his talent and profession had not changed much.

He was already dead, but his indomitable talent temporarily brought him back to life. Now the dark magic drives his body like an undead spirit. And he knew in his heart that if he couldn't find a solution before all this ended.

Then this is just a temporary comeback.

But Brando didn't dwell on this for too long. He quickly used this power to climb out of the snowdrift. The shaking ground caused him a lot of trouble, but he finally gritted his teeth and rolled. Standing up on the ground.

Although he soon fell down again in the violent shock, now he could finally see clearly what happened.

He saw a gust of wind blowing on the white horizon.

This is not surprising, because the north wind blows here all the time, but they rarely form a wall like this.

Yes, a wall.

Brando saw a white wall on the horizon swept by the snowstorm.

After a moment he recognized what it was.

The glacier is moving.

That's an avalanche.

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