In the dark wind and snow, huge sounds were heard from time to time. Joel barely avoided the attack of the thing, and then caught the swaying fire and saw its arm clearly. The giant hand with only three fingers was clenched into a fist. The flesh and blood under the pale skin was almost black, and the power contained was really terrifying. Every hit could leave a small pit on the snow. Its arms were like boneless tentacles, and their flexibility reached an incredible level.

But even so, Joel still couldn't see its full picture. The wind, snow and darkness disappeared its huge body, but judging from its thick arms and legs as thick as a wine barrel, this thing is at least thirty feet high. This huge thing has never been heard of even in previous legends. The plain giant, known for its tallness in legends, is only twelve feet. Moreover, the plain giant has disappeared for hundreds of years, and in similar legends in the north, only the "Snow Monster King" may be able to compare with it.

However, in the legend, the "Snow Monster King" will only appear on the Widow Mountains. This is the snow field outside the North Wind Trial Site, and there are only legends about ancient kingdoms and haunted ancient fortresses.

After avoiding the attack of the thing, Joel rolled around in the snow, and the torch in his hand was almost extinguished. The iron sword he had originally held in his other hand disappeared at some point. Joel simply took out two torches. His vision was already bad at night, and the wind and snow weather made it even worse. Joel vaguely saw a huge black object dancing his arms, and could only avoid the attack with instinct and intuition. Every attack of that thing, Joel felt that the snow under his feet was shaking. If it was hit, he would definitely die. Joel finally knew how the guards died.

If this continues, it will be a dead end. Joel rolled around the snow again, avoiding the punch of the thing, and the shaking snow sand sprinkled on Joel. After he rolled up, he did not stop, but rushed towards the thing again. At the edge of the fire, the slightly bent thick legs finally appeared. After remembering the position for a moment, Joel put his hand into his backpack, "the fourth in the second row", Joel told himself, and then he took out a tar pot and turned the tar pot forward. The darkness was thrown away, and the pottery oil pot made a broken sound after hitting the legs of the thing in the dark. Joel roared and poked the torch held in his left hand towards the direction of memory. Less than a second later, the thick legs dripped with pitch black tar appeared in front of the torch. After the flame melted and evaporated the snow, it trembled tenaciously in the wind, and then poked hard on the sticky tar. Unlike Mars, the flame quickly ignited footprints, and the flame burned along the legs of the thing.

The thing let out a shrill scream, then took a few steps back. Joel smelled a burnt smell and felt the ground tremble. The lower body of the thing finally appeared in the fire: its legs were extremely short compared to its body, but its arms were extremely long. It started from its abdomen, except for the lower body of its legs, and the upper body was still hidden in the darkness, but it could vaguely see the swollen vesicle-like things squirming.

Taking advantage of the fact that the thing was avoided by the flames, Joel rushed towards the direction of the ancient fortress in memory. The other directions were empty snow fields. Apart from the wardrobe where Sister Simoken was hiding now, there was only the ancient fortress that was buried under the snow. If Joel wanted to lead the thing away while still alive, the ancient fortress was the best choice.

Maybe there will be holes in the wall like a whistle tower, and then you may be able to escape this monster by just escaping in. Although Joel thought so, he was not so optimistic. It was just a life to bet on his luck.

"No!!!" The roar of the thing as if hundreds of mouths came from behind Joel. He gritted his teeth and did not turn around, and tried his best to speed up his pace towards the direction of the ancient fortress, but the shackles and snow made him extremely difficult almost every step. The thing's two giant hands spread out, grabbed the snow around him, grabbed a lot of snow and then rushed to his burning left leg. After a few hissings, Joel felt the flames behind him extinguished, and then the ground began to shake again.

Maybe it wouldn't be so easy to find me if I threw the torch away, but Joel immediately gave up on this choice. If he threw the torch away, he might rush towards the brazier in the whistle, and Sister Simoken was still there.

Then the meaning of coming out of the wardrobe tonight is gone, but maybe I should have hid in the wardrobe with Sister Simoken. Joel didn't have time to think about anything more, he turned around and the fist of the thing had arrived in front of him. The next moment Joel flew into the night sky with countless snow sand and dust. Joel didn't know how high he was knocked away. He only felt the cold wind whistling around, and then lost weight and began to fall. Joel fell down hard

In the snow, he was still sliding for a distance. Joel felt that the bones all over his body seemed to have broken, and a ball of paste in his head, and his eardrums and eyeballs seemed to be about to break. Joel could not even breathe, and the sweet blood flowed up through his throat. Joel's eyes were pitch black, but the darkness seemed to be spinning, but in the upper left side of his vision, the hp bar was still flashing. Before, he finally accumulated a lot of values ​​and dropped rapidly, and finally stopped at "1".

Then there was another roar of the thing, but it was a little farther away. Joel realized that I was not dead. "No! You can't get close to there!" The thing roared, and then Joel felt the ground shaking. Joel reached out to grab the torch, but the torch fell into the snow when it was hit by the thing's fist just now, and it was probably extinguished. The thing could see me without light. Joel realized that he struggled to get up, and every time he moved, he could hear the broken sound from his body.

"Don't let it escape!" a familiar voice shouted, but his voice seemed to float from a very far place in the wind and snow. Joel almost thought he had heard it wrong.

"Where has Joel been?" another voice shouted, then the monster let out an angry roar.

"He was knocked away! I'll see if he's alive!" Alps shouted, "Be careful!"

Then there was another sound of striking the snow. "Disper! Don't gather in one direction!" Olaf ordered loudly, "Go close to its feet as much as possible! Cut off its legs!"

Then there was another sound of smashing.

Are they here? Joel then realized that these were not his own hallucinations, and then the sound of footsteps of stepping on the snow came. When Joel noticed, Alps had already walked over with a torch. "Joel?! Isn't you dead?" Alps inserted the torch in his hand on the snow beside him, and the snow fell on the flames and made a hissing sound.

"Um..." Joel wanted to answer, but couldn't speak. The internal organs in his body seemed to be shattered like bones, and the pain almost made Joel faint.

"Hyper volume...health..." Alps squatted nervously beside Joel, "Is the blood volume empty? No, no, there is still a little left, a little left?"

"Alps! Be careful that it has passed!" Behind the Alps, the sound of the iron fist came with a huge sound of footsteps.

"Don't get close there!" Joel shouted when he heard the roar.

Alps turned around almost in an instant. When he turned around, he drew out the steel sword from the scabbard. The hand of the thing in the dark broke into the fire. He wanted to grab the Alps, but although he was wearing iron armor, he still moved quickly. The giant hand of the thing almost wiped his body. The steel sword of the Alps stabbed into its fingers, and cut a hole in the arm between his fingers, but no drop of blood flowed out.

Joel was half-sinking in the snow at this moment. The giant hand slashed over him. The Alps rushed directly to the feet of the thing without any pause. In the darkness, he slashed out the steel sword in his hand and cut a big hole in the leg of the thing. Joel heard the thing making a shrill cry and then the terrifying head fell into the flames.

It was a head that was very small compared to the body, just the same size as the child's head, hidden under a white deer skull. A pile of brown and black antlers stood up on both sides of the skull like growing branches. The head under the skull had no neck, and wriggling vesicles were purple-black and attached to its chest like a growing beard. Joel only saw the vesicles clearly through the fire. They were shrill human faces, with different expressions, and their mouths were roaring, with black holes in their eyes and mouths.

"No!" the faces roared, each of which was different, and the loudest of them was from the deer skull, which was the voice of a young boy, "No! You can't get close!"

The thing struggled to get up, and its deer skull looked at Joel, "No! No! Get close!" Suddenly it reached out and grabbed Joel. Joel, who was suffering all over the body, could hardly move, and could only watch the giant hand with purple-black flesh under the pale skin grabbed him.

"Wait," the giant hand suddenly stopped, and at this time only the boy's voice was left. The thing put his head over, and the huge body completely enveloped the fire. Joel felt the eyes under the deer skull looking at his face, "Lehman? But why? Why did Lehman..."

"Joel!" The Alps shouted not far away, and then the thing raised its body, and countless vesicle-like human faces spreading from under the deer skull began to roar shrillly. It stretched out its huge hand again, and this time it grabbed Joel directly. Its skin was cold and slippery. A broken sound came from Joel's body again, blood poured out from his mouth, and the hp bar on the upper left of his vision flickered violently, but the value was always at "1".

"Drink!" Joel heard Olaf's roar, and then there seemed to be a golden lightning in the darkness. A strong light burst out from the feet of the thing. There was only a muffled sound, and the golden light hit the thing's legs. Then he fell to the left, and his huge body hit the snow heavily. He held Jon's huge hand and grabbed it tightly. The severe pain that was almost crushed made Joel faint.

...

Joel only felt cold, and the cold snow was everywhere between his fingers, and the snow was still falling, almost covering him.

Then a figure walked past, and Joel heard the sound of tiny footsteps. He found that his neck could not move at all, and half of his face was buried in the snow. He looked at the thing with his eyes that could only be opened. It was a gray wolf. It was half open and full of his mouth, licking Joel's face. The warmth made Joel a little awake.

At this moment, he was in a white world, with snow and white on the sky and the ground, and the snow was still falling.

The wolf took two steps back, and the only thing that Joel opened was that he saw a long and grayish white figure appearing behind it. It was so tall, pale, and could see the lines of muscles, but so slender. It was naked, but nothing in the lower body. It was neither a man nor a woman, it had no gender, nor facial features, its face was like smooth snow, and its white hair was flying with the wind on its head. "Ruiduin." It called gently.

It is the Lord of the North Wind, the cold Sendi.

"The north wind is coming soon," its voice is soft but cold, making people feel a heart-warming feeling, "It is coming for the enemy of the God of Destruction."

"Leave quickly..." It turned around and left, but the gray wolf was still looking down at Joel. At this time, Joel realized that its eyes were sunny golden. "Riduin..." Sendi called softly again, and at this moment its figure had disappeared into the white between heaven and earth.

"Go away..." The wolf also turned around and left, "The north wind is coming."

...

When Joel opened his eyes, he found that there was no whiteness in front of him, only darkness was left, but the wind and snow had stopped, the cold in the air was much less, but there was more smell of smoke and dust. He didn't know how long he had slept, but the pain on his body told him that it would not last long.

Where is this? Joel moved his body and found that his body could move slightly, and the value of the hp bar in the upper left field of vision began to recover normally.

His eyes slightly adapted to the darkness. Joel found himself lying on a stone bed with thick cloth. The sound of wind and snow roaring in the distance came from the darkness. Is this inside the ancient fortress? Joel struggled to get up, accidentally knocked over something, making a tingling sound. Joel's heart almost stopped. He held his breath and listened, but he heard nothing except the sound of the wind.

Joel reached out and opened the panel of his backpack, took out the flint, oil pot, torch and an iron sword. He endured the pain on his body and ignited the torch. The flame drove away the darkness. Joel put away the other things, then stood up and raised the torch. Even so, the flame could not fill the empty room. There were stone walls all around, and the ceiling was so high that the fire could not shine. Only the wooden chandeliers hung above were vaguely seen. There were a row of stone beds placed under the wall. Unlit torches were hung on the wall in the gap between the stone beds, and a log shield was hung on the head of the bed with two crossed iron axes.

Joel took a step, but kicked the thing he had just knocked over. He lowered his head and saw it was a mug. No matter what the mug was, Joel was walking among the stone beds with a torch. He found that the thick cloth on the stone beds was messy, just like someone was lying here just now. Walking through the rows of stone beds, Joel felt like he was walking in a cemetery. The sound of footsteps and the shackles echoed in the empty space, and there was a strange silence around him.

When he arrived at the end of the hall, there was a double thick wooden door, half-closed on one side. Joel walked over carefully. He squeezed through the cracks in the door and came to a larger room. In the darkness, he vaguely saw stone pillars that had to be surrounded by several people supporting the ceiling. This time, it was not only the ceiling, but even the walls ahead and left and right.

But on both sides of Joel's left and right sides after entering the door, they saw the weapon rack leaning against the wall, with iron axes, swords and spears placed on it. Although they were all practicing weapons without pioneering, Joel still searched a little, stuffed his "backpack", and then continued to carry the torch forward. He first came to the opposite side of the hall, and under the wall opposite the weapon rack were dummies wearing iron armor. This was a training hall? Joel continued to walk forward with such suspicion. There were no windows in the hall, so Joel was still unsure of his position and the time he was now.

Looking for the sound of the wind, Joel came to the end of the hall, where there was a vacant door. He pushed open the door and made a creaking sound. The next space was larger than the previous two combined. Is this the hall? Joel thought so, holding the torch into this empty place. There were long tables spliced ​​together in the hall, and the flames of the torch could not illuminate it. Joel approached the long table and found that it seemed that the banquet was just being held.

There were fine wine and food on the table. Some were empty in the cups, some had half a cup of honey wine, some had dinner plates, some used bread as a plate to serve soup, and some pulled half a roast chicken leg, took a bite, and placed it on the plate. Joel smelled the smell of these foods, and they seemed to have just turned cold. What happened? Joel raised the torch and found that the long table opposite was also like this. This could be said to be a very grand banquet. But what made the banquet stop suddenly? Where did the people at the banquet go?

With such doubts, Joel held up a torch and walked towards the high position in the hall, which was usually the position of the lord and his relatives. The sound of Joel's footsteps and the jingle of the shackles echoed in the hall, and at this grand banquet was the only one walking in the moment.

The lord's tall seat was a tall stone-carved chair covered with bearskin, and a leaping stag carved on the backrest. On the dining table with blankets in front of him were a half-eat roasted lamb legs and a mid-air stone goblet; although the lord's wife on his right was placed with a slightly smaller stone chair, it was not covered with fur, and it was also placed with a dining table; and on his left was a small wooden chair covered with fur, which was the position of the lord's children, and only one chair meant that the lord had only one child.

Whether it is the long table, the lord's high position, or the position of the powerful people under the lord's high position, it is the same scene, just as when they are halfway through their meal, people suddenly disappear. Just as Joel was thinking about something, a snowflake fell on his head. Although the temperature in the hall was very cold, it was much better than the previous snowfield. The snowflakes fell between Joel's hair and melted quickly. The cold touch Joel raised his head. The ceiling was too high that Joel's torch could not shine. But since there were snowflakes, it meant that there was a way out.

I was going to find the way up. Joel thought about it and walked towards the left door of the hall. The dome of the hall should be arched, and the dome seen from the outside should be above it. There are side platforms above both sides of the hall. There are usually musicians and guards. After going there, you will find other ways.

But just as Joel pushed open the side door, he heard a heavy footstep. No, that could no longer be called the footsteps. After he pushed open the door, he began to speed up his pace, but the shackles slowed down his speed, and the jingling sound also attracted the attention of the thing.
Chapter completed!