Fate is really a wonderful existence.

It will always change by various factors, but it has its own unique inertia and is always intertwined at some point - by chance, it is always accompanied by necessity.

For example, Sigwa, Hara and Oral.

If Yasuo hadn't come to Freljode, they would have become teammates.

But the difference is that at that time they would not accept the task of assassinating Se Zhuoni, but would be sent directly to the abyss by Lisangzhuo to investigate the situation of the surveillance officers.

In that case, the three people who formed a team for the first time will eventually pay a heavy price when facing the monitor.

But now, the situation is obviously different.

With the experience of assassinating Se Zhuangni, the three of them cooperated quite well. At least when they arrived at the Shadow Bridge, everything went smoothly.

This success lasted for a long time.

They took a short break at the Shadow Bridge and continued to climb down together.

Next is the Bridge of Lost.

At this depth, the sound of howling in the abyss was much smaller. There was no sunlight, but the surrounding ice still shone with a glimmer of light, as if something was shining on it all the time.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Sigwa, who came here for the first time, felt that this glimmer of light seemed to come from...below?

Why is there light below?

Sigwa didn't know - he just felt very tired at this time and wanted to have a good sleep. After all, according to time, it was indeed time for him to rest.

But Oral immediately woke him up.

"Don't sleep." The bearded man said in a serious tone. "There are only nightmares here, and sleeping will only make you feel worse."

Taking off his suede gloves, Sigva rubbed his eyes and nodded.

After a simple meal, I fed a lot of liquor and the three of them left the Bridge of Lost and began their last climb.

And when the three of them finally reached the ground and arrived under the abyss, they didn't know how long it had passed - maybe one day, maybe two days, in the midst of the howling wind, everyone had lost their judgment of time.

Of course, it is also possible that there are already problems here. Maybe it is possible that the time here has already occurred?

Not sure why this idea came up inexplicably, Sigva quickly shook her head, abandoned these messy thoughts from her mind, and then carefully put away the ice axe.

Hala led the way, and Sigwa followed the end.

Then, after stepping on the ground with unknown materials and turning a corner, he saw a dazzling crystal clear area - it was a piece of ice!

Sigva had never seen so many Zhenbings. These Zhenbings, which were regarded as treasures by the Frelljords, were piled up here, and wherever they saw it was a piece of blue!

Sigwa was stunned.

He never thought that the precious Zhenbing could be thrown together so "freely", as if it was no different from the ice on the snow field.

This situation has completely exceeded Sigwa's imagination. For a Freljord, Zhenbing is a more precious existence than gold. Now, what Sigwa sees is the true meaning of "pearls are like snow, gold, and iron".

However, Sigwa is not the rookie he used to be.

After a moment of stammering, he quickly realized the arduousness of his mission.

After all... If there is anything that needs to be frozen with so much never melting Zhen Bing, then the sealed one must be a very terrible existence.

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After passing through a crack, Sigva and the other two finally arrived at the destination of the trip.

This is a dark and deep cave.

The ice base in the center of the cave is a perfect plane, like a black mirror; the center of the cave is a flat and open empty field, surrounded by a huge and abrupt circle of ice.

This circle of Zhenbing looks like a pillar, distributed along the circle in the open space in the middle, giving the entire cave a sense of solemnity of a lost god - there are nine icicles, and this place is also called the Hall of Nine Lords.

The nine icicles were like huge shackles, tightly bound the things under the ice. When I was a child, Sigwa had heard a fairy tale about "The Creation of the Nine Snowmen of the Snowman Magic", but that was just a fairy tale. No one in Freljode had ever seen a snowman - instead, there were snow monsters everywhere.

"Let's walk close to the side, walk around the center circle, and check the nine people carefully." Hara took a deep breath, as if he was ready, "Don't get close to the center of the ice bottom, don't look below."

"What are we going to check?" Sigwa asked in a low voice as he tried to control his gaze. "Is there anything on these icicles?"

"Check for any changes," Olar explained, "There are runes engraved on the ice, and a long time ago, when the things that live in the house were just exiled. Have you seen this?"

Sigwa blinked, and after getting closer, he finally saw the dark rope sealed in the icicle.

"How do we know what's changed?" he continued to whisper, "I've seen them for the first time..."

Oral did not answer at first. He narrowed his eyes and carefully glanced at all sides of the ice-tip pillar, and finally nodded: "Did you see this?"

Sigwa took a step closer and saw thin lines engraved on the surface of the icicles, forming the handwriting of the runes.

"Are these runes?"

"The runes are clear, and the ice has not melted... Come on, go see the next one."

Sigwa finally understood the mission of his trip. He approached these icicles carefully, then looked at the rune lines on it one by one, and carefully looked at the series of runes above. The three of them stopped talking, but focused all their attention on the nine icicles. In this dark cave, only with absolute concentration can one see the rune marks on it.

The result... seems to be good.

All rune marks were very clear, and the Nine Lords were also very complete. Each of the three people observed around the Nine Lords three times, but no abnormalities were found. The icicle marks were very complete, and the clear rune marks on them seemed to be carved yesterday.

Although Sigwa instinctively felt something seemed to be staring at him in the ice lake under his feet, he finally restrained himself and did not look down, but focused all his attention on the Nine Icicles.

Finally, the three people who confirmed that there was no problem turned around carefully and lined up to leave the cave, just as they did when they came here.

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Unfortunately, Sigwa, Hara and Oral had never been to Zuan, otherwise they would have found that among the nine icicles, there was a rune mark on one of the rune marks carved not the Freljode talisman like the other eight, but from Zuan's Hex formula...

Without the caster coming to identify it, the Freljord's Talisman and the Hex formula were very similar, which greatly confused the three Frost Guard Warriors and made them finally make a wrong judgment.

After they left, this icicle with fish-eye mixed beads fountained with a layer of fine water droplets.

The Hex formulas were finally blurred, and the heavy Zhenbing also reduced layer by layer. Finally, a dark tentacle carefully poked out.

After wet himself thoroughly, it—or He—danced as if it were very pleasantly.
Chapter completed!