Three trembling Frost Guard warriors were summoned by the Frost Witch again.

The last time, the three of them failed - although they did assassinate Se Zhuoni, with the help of the World Runes, Se Zhuoni was only injured.

However, compared with the other group of the three sisters of the Ice and Snow Wind, Sigva, Hala and Oral, they were already relatively lucky. At least they were not taken over by Lisanzhuo and became tool people for assassination.

Out of loyalty to the Frost Witch and trust in their abilities, these three Frost Guard warriors were nervous and generous at this time. On the one hand, they were obsessed with their previous failures and felt guilty, and on the other hand, they believed that they would succeed next time.

This is what Lisangrao needs.

So, after the three of them entered the main hall of the Frost Guard Fortress, the Frost Witch did not go in circles, but clearly issued their mission.

"Go under the Howling Abyss, see the state of Zhenbing Seal, remember not to look directly into the eyes of the abyss."

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After receiving the order, Sigva and the other two turned around and left the dark hall, led by the priest, walked out of the fortress and came to the stone bridge outside the fortress.

This stone bridge is said to have been around for tens of thousands of years. It spans the howling abyss, along with the Frost Guard Fortress and Fortress.

The priest who led the way stopped on the stone bridge, and behind the priest, several priest apprentices took out several large balls of ropes and handed them to these three people.

Then, the priest led the apprentice to turn away, disappearing in the dark shadow of the Frost Guard Fortress in silence, and only the whistle and whistle of the biting cold wind remained on the stone bridge.

Sigwa, Hala and Oral almost breathed a sigh of relief.

Whether it was the Frost Witch or the Frost Guard Priest, they all put huge pressure on the three of them.

Until now, the three of them finally had the mood to observe the surrounding cliffs that can be climbed and the stone bridge under their feet.

This bridge has many names: the Land of Trial, the Bridge of Murder, etc.

But many times, people choose to simply call it the Bridge of the Main Castle or the Howling Vault - perhaps it had a name in the era of the Three Sisters, but it has been lost to this day.

And within the Frost Guard tribe, people often call it the Bridge of Sorrow. After all, according to the Frost Guard priests, thousands of Icemen died here.

This bridge is so ancient that it is said that the ancient gods created it. In the eyes of the Sigva and the other two, the ancient gods were good at doing these craftsmen's work, and their believers were similar.

Some of the stones on the bridge had collapsed and fell into the darkness - time never respected ancient beauty, so what the Frost Priest said.

According to the witch's teachings, as long as it is enlarged to a longer time scale, everything will be fleeting, and even the most magnificent mountain will be smoothed out by wind and glaciers, and the only eternal one is faith.

A deep respect hangs in Sigwa's heart. He walked across the broad bridge with Hala and Oral and finally came to a place for climbing.

That's it.

The three of them nodded tacitly - the wind on the bridge was very strong, even on the bridge. In the howling cold wind, they had to roar with their mouths, so they all chose to communicate silently as much as possible.

Hara pointed at herself, then raised a finger, which was the meaning of her first action.

Then, she pointed at Oral and handed the ice hammer to the other party, which was the task of nailing the anchor point to the reliable bearded man.

Finally, she pointed at Sigva and stretched out three fingers.

Sigva nodded, while Oral took over the ice hammer.

The plan was fine, and the three Frost Guard warriors finally took action. They unfolded the three long rolls of ropes left to them by the Frost Guard Priest, and then put on heavy suede gloves.

The rope soaked in grease is strong and reliable. Although it looks a bit slippery, the woven rope's snow-ho fibers naturally have a large number of reverse barbs. As long as you wear gloves, there will be no slippage after holding it.

After checking the ropes on one side, confirming that there was no break, the three people tied them to each other's belts - Hara connected to Oral and Oral connected to Sigva.

Then they tied the iron toe thorns on the tip of their boots, folded the ice axe, and tied the ice axe to their wrists with a leather ring.

Hara held the ice axe and threw a few small circles, stretched the muscles of her arm, and then jumped off the bridge without warning and landed on the ice surface of the cliff protruding outward ten feet below.

Sigwa and Oral seemed to have been prepared for Hara's behavior. After she stood firm and held it firmly, the ice axe was chiseled into the ice surface, they jumped down one by one like her.

"We are the will of the goddess, and we are in the world," Hara's tone was filled with vitality again. This time it seemed that because the mission was sacred, she did not tease Sigwa as she did before, "Please make her proud, the sons of Winter."

Then she climbed out of the edge, stabbed the ice axe deep into the ice, climbed up the cliff, kicked the toe into the wall, and then began to descend.

The three Frost Guard Warriors were very fast, and Hara grasped the rhythm of each decline well, without wasting time or taking risks that should not be taken.

They only climb down at a time, first with Hara, then Olar, and then Sigwa, each moving distance is almost the same as the length of the rope.

In this way, they always have stable anchor points to prevent falling, and the intervals of each person's stay can also allow them to fall steadily without taking time to rest.

Except for the hard work of Oral, who needs to nail the anchor with a hammer, neither of the other two people will feel tired - so what Sigva thinks.

But as the three of them went deeper into the abyss, Sigwa finally realized his superficiality...

In the howling cold wind, time seemed to lose its predecessor. Sigwa began to numb and then gradually stiffened. Even though he was wearing thick fur shoulders, his muscles began to tremble.

This is not a normal phenomenon, because as Frost Guard Warriors, they are all the strongest ice bloodlines. Even if they rely on their arms to hang on the cliffs for a day, they will not be tired. Now... even if Sigwa cannot judge the time, he knows very well that he has never crawled all day!

Just when Sigwa thought he was about to be unable to hold on and was forced to make a mistake, they finally arrived at the first resting point - it seemed that this was a scrapped bridge and suddenly appeared in the abyss.

Sigwa was curious why a bridge appeared here, but he did not ask, because Hara and Oral didn't say it, either they didn't know it or there was no need to say it. After a mission cooperation, he already had a lot of knowledge about these two companions.

However, Hara seemed to notice Sigwa's curiosity.

"This is the Bridge of Shadows." Hala said, "The sunlight does not reach under the bridge, and everything you see is shadow."
Chapter completed!