Chapter 594: Icelandic Horror (126)
The dragon hunter rode the No. 5 Icelandic horse and galloped into the distance. When the little white horse was rubbing against him, the dragon hunter took the opportunity to remove a lot of horse hair. Originally he just gritted his teeth secretly to vent his anger, but now he took out Horse hair passes through them to track the direction in which the white horse is running.
However, the further he ran there, the more the dragon hunter frowned. The tundra along the way was shrouded in a gloomy gray mist. Although it was already late autumn and the moss was already withered and yellow, there was a difference between natural withering and dying after being polluted by the air of death. . The dragon hunter felt a little suffocated. The Yang Qi around him seemed to be extremely thin. This place was no longer suitable for any life to live and was about to be transformed into a residence for the undead.
The situation seems to be very serious. Maybe a change has occurred in the distance. The dragon hunter is getting more and more impatient. Now he is most worried about the situation of Icelandic horse No. 5. Once it fails to adapt to the environment and falls down and dies, without the walking horse, he will not be able to get to Bingyi as quickly as possible.
"Xilulu——"
However, Icelandic horse No. 5 is in surprisingly good condition. It seems to be very adaptable to this deadly environment! Worried, the dragon hunter leaned forward to touch its muzzle to see if it could still breathe normally. When he was shocked to find that Icelandic Horse No. 5 had stopped breathing a long time ago! Originally, when Rider No. 5 spoke before, Dragon Hunter only thought he was an excuse to change horses, but now Dragon Hunter really doubts that Icelandic Horse No. 5 is not a living horse.
It can be seen that in the lifeless environment, it runs faster and faster, almost twice as fast as before. But the horse hair on its body is getting sparser. Under the white hair is the skin and flesh wrapped with dark bones. The thick black color has almost appeared through the fur. Is it really okay to ride this horse? You won't die from poison, right? It won't explode suddenly, right? ?
When the dragon hunter was deeply confused about whether to continue riding, the faint light in the distance cheered him up. Caught up! There was a faint aurora in front of him, and he caught up with the racing horses! This was much faster than the dragon hunter expected. You must know that Bing Yima had grown wings under the infusion of the Valkyrie's divine power. He should not have been able to catch up so quickly at such a fast speed.
Was there some accident ahead that caused the horses to stop? Or maybe Bingyi's horse made a huge circle and ran towards him - it was Bingyi who turned around! The color of the aurora is approaching the dragon hunters quickly, and the Icelandic horse No. 5 is still running towards them. Soon the dragon hunters can see the wings of horse Bing 1 as white as frost and snow, which is an extremely dreamy beauty. , although it is wrapped in the chill of ice crystals, it makes people more concrete that it is pure and clean.
The dragon hunter was a little stunned. He liked these dreamy things. But this didn't stop him from turning his horse's head when he was about to hit the galloping team of horses. Icelandic horse No. 5 stood up after being pulled hard by his reins. The horse's head turned around and kept pace with Horse C and No. 1. Unexpectedly, When the dragon hunter asked, the rider of horse No. 5 simply said: "Change positions."
As he spoke, he could be seen releasing the reins with both hands like a stunt horse racer, leaning over and grabbing the reins of horse No. 5 with most of his body. Only his legs were tightly clamped on the horse's belly to maintain balance. This thrilling move sent chills down the spine, as long as If he and Horse No. 1 do not have a tacit understanding at all, he will most likely fall off the horse and be trampled to death by the horses following closely behind him.
But fortunately, what the dragon hunter was worried about did not happen. Horse Bing 1 seemed particularly steady at the moment, running at the same speed as Icelandic horse No. 5, and even dragged him with its wings. And the rider was really strong enough. As soon as he turned over, he got on the back of horse No. 5, riding the same horse as the dragon hunter. Now let's wait for the Dragon Hunter to change over - but the Dragon Hunter can't! He is just an ordinary hunter and has never learned such a stunt!
"get ready."
However, before the dragon hunter could fully prepare himself, he felt a pair of strong and steady hands grabbing his arm and supporting his back. With the help of the wings extended by the guide horse, An Xuefeng directly pulled the pursuer The dreamer was thrown out! The feeling of weightlessness at that moment made the dragon hunter's heart suddenly rise to his throat. When he landed on the back of Director Bing's horse, he was so busy that he almost didn't grab the reins and slid off. The horse's body was wet, cold and slippery, and was completely covered with water. Soaked.
Why so much water? ?
"Whoops!"
A heavier person was placed on his back. Bing turned around and snorted dissatisfied with him. Then his eyes fell on the dragon hunter's arm. The Icelandic horse's pupils were shaking. Why was there so much mud on his arm? ? Seeing the dragon hunter holding the rein tightly and the mud on his arms smearing on his mane, the horse was so excited that it almost threw the man away.
"Xilulu——"
They were in a mess here, pulling each other's legs back, while An Xuefeng mounted Yu Xiang's horse, shook the reins, clamped his legs around the horse's belly, and immediately jumped out like an arrow from a string, running to the first place. Wei Xun, the clay puppet, was originally no lighter than Dream Chaser, but for some reason, he became much lighter now.
Icelandic Horse No. 5 felt that the burden on its back suddenly became lighter, and the reins no longer strangled its mouth tightly. The rider on its back was much better at riding. It immediately recognized that this was its original rider and was happy. The ground neighed and then ran harder, like a white lightning. Even if a handful of wet mud fell on its head, it just threw it away carelessly and continued running as hard as it could.
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"broken."
At the Dream Chaser station, Zhang Xingzang stared at the live broadcast room without blinking, his brows gradually furrowed. Of course the clay puppet he made would not melt when exposed to water. An Xuefeng had no problem going into the sea for such a long time before. The current state of turning into mud indicates that something abnormal has happened to the puppet.
And it is a very serious abnormal problem. If you are not careful, the puppet may collapse and turn into mud!
"These two people... this person... I don't know if Bingyi has lost his memory. An Xuefeng, why can't you be more careful!"
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Zhang Xingzang couldn't help cursing, staring at the screen, thinking back to An Xuefeng's actions all day today, trying to screen out the problem. There are undoubtedly two most likely directions for the clay puppet to have such a problem. The first is that the puppet has been fatally injured, the puppet core has been damaged, and it cannot maintain normal operation. But Zhang Xingzang is so powerful because the clay puppet he made has no core problem. As long as it doesn't collapse completely, even if the hands and feet are broken, the heart and brain will not have any problems.
After all, this is a magical piece of mud, without so many fancy things.
Then the second is that the puppet master has been fatally injured. The clay puppet will take the damage for the master first. Once it exceeds the limit it can bear, it will gradually collapse.
"Fatal injury..."
Thinking of this, Zhang Xingzang's heart sank. Could it be Bingyi's death mark? Seeing Bingyi's lively appearance, he should have other ways to deal with the death mark. But the little witches didn't feel anything unusual, which means that the death mark is likely to be still in Bingyi's soul when sensed by outsiders.
The feelings of outsiders and the clay puppet are probably consistent. After all, the clay puppet is just a puppet, without thoughts. It thinks that the master needs to bear the responsibility for the injury, so it will help. This is the instinct of the puppet, even if it is controlled by others inside, it cannot be changed. Unless the distance is far, this responsibility will be a little slower.
Just like the puppet left Iceland for most of the day today, there was no problem when it was outside. But when they met again at the horse race, the problem immediately appeared.
"Change horses... but this is only a temporary solution."
Zhang Xingzang said solemnly. Even if they have exchanged the horses they ride now, they are still in Iceland, in this tundra, and they can't pull much distance at all.
According to this situation, the clay puppet can only last for another half an hour at most, and this is still because of An Xuefeng's spiritual support. If it continues like this, it will die for Bingyi!
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"Huh."
An Xuefeng's hands slipped and he could hardly hold the reins tightly. At this moment, he remembered how weak he was when he was weak. Along the way, the power of the Valkyries continued to pour into Wei Xun. The white horses they rode would have frost and dew fall between their manes when they ran. Now Wei Xun was like this, with frost and dew all over his body.
He ran more and more vigorously, but An Xuefeng, the clay man, was about to melt. But the fundamental reason should be here at the death mark. The puppet should share the death for the master. An Xuefeng estimated that it would take more than half an hour before reaching the limit.
It happened that An Xuefeng saw the dream chaser and Yu Xiangma, and without saying a word, he exchanged horses with him, and then galloped to the first place. After the first change, the power of the Valkyries that originally fell on Wei Xun gradually shifted to their side, which made An Xuefeng slightly relieved. This was also what he and Wei Xun had discussed.
The power of the eight Valkyries all fell on Wei Xun. As long as he kept running in the first place, the eight Valkyries would quickly descend to the human world. Now that the divine light was getting higher and higher, and the night sky was full of aurora, it was the critical time. Once the Valkyries descended to take them to Valhalla, the Apocalypse Knights would never give up, and the war of gods would come.
And now Wei Xun was not ready yet, Xiao Cui's insect eggs were not spread cleanly, and Cui was still taking the opportunity to absorb the dead air to strengthen herself. It would be more beneficial for them to delay for a while.
At this time, another pair of horse racing partners needed to run first, so that the power of the Valkyries could be transferred to them-according to the regulations, each Valkyrie should favor a pair of partners, and falling on the same person was not possible before. Now An Xuefeng and No. 5 Icelandic Horse have emerged, and they can no longer ignore the rules.
In this way, only the power of the two goddesses will fall on Bingyi and Yu Xiangyang respectively, and the other Valkyries will most likely withdraw their power and wait for the next pair of partners who run in the first place, and their speed of descending to the human world will also be greatly slowed down.
Odin also wanted to select more heroes for Valhalla, and it was a bit of a waste to let all the Valkyries choose one person. If others showed their ability to rise up, he would not be stingy.
Sure enough, as An Xuefeng expected, the aurora in the sky was no longer so brilliant, and the tense atmosphere, as if a god was about to descend, eased. And the pale gray horse also accelerated suddenly, surpassing the combination of Bingyi and the dream chaser, and closely followed them. The close-range invasion of the pale gray death made An Xuefeng's condition worse and worse, but he did not change his face and continued to speed up his horse until he saw the road ahead was broken in the distance, as if an invisible sky knife fell and cut the tundra in half.
They turned around before because there was no road ahead. The dead zone is gradually forming, and it will strip this area away and turn it into a country of death. Otherwise, it is still on the Nordic continent and it is difficult to completely lead the souls here out. This is the second cliff they found. An Xuefeng estimated that if they found the third cliff at most, Odin and the Apocalypse Knight would start.
Today is Wednesday, the day of Odin, the king of the gods, and in the Bible, the number three also has a special meaning. God is three-in-one and one-in-three, the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. If the Apocalypse Knight wants to turn this area into the kingdom of death, he also needs the power of God.
It will be soon.
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An Xuefeng thought about it and began to pant slightly. The power of the clay puppet was crumbling, but it was firmly maintained by his tenacious spirit. Now that he and Yu Xiangyang have attracted the attention of the miserable gray horse, Wei Xun can be more fully prepared from behind. The clay puppet felt no pain, but An Xuefeng's nerves were throbbing.
The pain is secondary. What is unbearable is the sense of death that the spirit is gradually 'melting', but this is nothing to An Xuefeng. He has long been used to it, and it can last longer. ……Um? ?
"call--!!"
Suddenly, the miserable gray horse chasing after him snorted in anger and turned its head. At the same time, Yu Xiangma staggered, and a terrifying death energy suddenly erupted from behind, instantly expelling all the remaining vitality and turning it into a surging air current that swept in all directions. how come? ? An Xuefeng looked around in rare surprise, and saw a bright green light rising behind him where Bing Yima was. It was more dazzling than the aurora and deeper than emerald. No, this was not an aurora.
This is Xiao Cui!
As soon as An Xuefeng saw it, he knew that Xiaocui had been given the status of Loki's third female god of death, Hela, by Wei Xun. Using it to quietly replace the Death Kingdom of the Apocalypse Knight was an excellent idea, but it was not the time yet. Why does it start early?
‘You have to work harder’
At this moment, in the center of everyone's attention - the dragon hunter didn't know how he became the center of attention. The Bingyi horse under him suddenly stopped running, and an emerald green elf-like shadow flew over and sat on his shoulder. The dragon hunter didn't feel any hostility, so he let it do this - and then all the vitality around it began to wither. The pale gray horse turned and charged towards them with an angry roar, and the pale gray mist filled the air in an instant, swallowing up all the light.
‘No hard work, this is what Xiaocui should do! ’
Xiaocui struggled to bear the terrifying pressure of the miserable gray undead horse, but her tone was brisk, with a feeling of excitement. Her statement made Bingyi, who had not planned to explain, pause for a moment and say one more thing.
‘Someone has been bearing the mark of my death’
'He...is connected to my spirit and soul. Even though most of the death marks are on you now, but...'
But he's still taking it, and he's dying. The muddy water was his body decaying and withering, Bingyi could feel it. He was waiting for when this person would speak, but he never spoke, his expression remained as usual. Bingyi was not surprised, he just sighed in his heart.
That man had always regarded death as normal, would not blink an eye when faced with disaster, and would never invite anyone to complain.
But this made him even more worried.
‘I understand, Master! ’
Xiao Cui said in a charming voice, as sweet as a silver bell, with a natural sense of charm, and her tone was matter-of-fact: 'The relationship between the master and that person is something that doesn't need to be said.'
They are no longer alone, do not have to bear the burden alone, and do not have to take risks alone.
And she, Xiao Cui, will finally be entrusted with an important task by her master one day!
"Woof woof!"
Wangcai appeared next to Xiaocui. Its shoulder blades on its left and right sides were bulging, as if it was about to grow a new head. At this moment, half of Xiao Cui's mental state was just bones, and the other half was a beauty, strangely beautiful, inviolable, like a god. She shouted loudly:
"Helheim, my kingdom of the underworld—"
"Show up and drive out the intruders!"
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