Monarch of Evernight

Look up at the magnificent architecture of every line in front of you for a moment and walk straight to the gates of the Temple of Frost Thunder.

The dancing ribbons along the way were swept away by him, like on a grand festival, on streets that were too complex to decorate. The process seems to be understated, but the abyss is a step away. If you are the average strong person, you will probably lose half your palm after waving it. In front of the thousand nights, the ribbon became gentle and obedient, never displaying the hidden fangs of the exposed.

Along the way, he opened the ribbon and finally arrived at the gate of the Temple of Frost Thunder.

The two gates of the temple are dozens of meters high, and in front of such a giant thing, the existence of a thousand nights is like a little ant. The gates are also made of brown ice, all dark blue, with a long surface embossed, and the pattern makes sense from a closer look. It is a mythological story, roughly for the ancestors struggling to survive in this deserted world, eventually building the passage of the magnificent temple.

In this small cliff-top heaven and earth, there is no better building material than brown ice. And the ancients who were able to gather ice in this environment, to this day, are all strong. At least the war will be below, and there is no way to survive at the top of the cliff.

As the thousand nights focused on admiring the engraving on the door, the two giant doors suddenly opened without wind. A warm air stream gushes out of the temple, through an unspeakably light fragrance.

“Valuable guests, come in. ”

The threshold was crossed without hesitation, and the palace closed itself.

There are no visible sources of light in the palace, but it is not dark, and the four walls, the floor, and even the dome's ancient blue ice emit spectacular light, pure, radiant, and mysterious. The dome is close to 100 meters high, and it's like standing in the hall of an ancient giant, and the space is huge and suffocating.

In the center of the main hall, there is a huge brown ice altar with an ice prism floating above the altar, spinning slowly.

Looking around for a thousand nights, without seeing anyone, he walked to the altar and looked up at the ice prism.

“This is the first piece of ice that was chiseled after the forefathers were banished into the world. After that, it took 300 years to complete the Temple of Frost Thunder. How many ancestors have buried beneath the Temple of Bones in these three centuries is unknown. In this world, human beings are extinct soon after death, leaving no remains at all. This first piece of ice is not a sacrifice, but a commemoration of the sacrifice of our ancestors. ”

That cold, crisp voice reappeared. This time the perception of a thousand nights did not make a mistake again, he turned to look in one direction and saw a teenager wearing a white robe with long blue hair in silver slowly came.

The appearance of the teenager is unusually young, only the figure of the fifteen or sixteen years of age, with a delicate face like the most refined works of art, with clear skin and lips. Had it not been for the tsunami-like horror force hidden in him, he would have misunderstood all night that he was made of brown ice.

The teenager reached out and said, "Akfir, master of the generation of the Temple of Frost Ray. Carol is my sister. Welcome, Thousand Nights. ”

Reaching out and shaking Akfir at night, it feels like holding one of the coldest pieces of ice and the skin is instantly unconscious. A faint golden flame ignites in the hands of the thousand nights, and the ultimate dawn attribute of the dawn suppresses the ice cold, preventing the body from being harmed.

However, the golden flame is unstable and dark. Although it is only a faint layer, it is extremely surprising to consume, and the rapid loss of force in the body can be clearly felt at night. It means that in this confrontation, even if the wind does not fall during the thousand nights, the power repair between the two sides is so bad that it is also difficult for Dawn Qiming to support this consumption.

Good thing Akfir shook his hand for a while and took it back. His eyes gleamed with an indistinguishable light and looked deep into the night and said, "It's lunchtime, I hope I have the honor to invite you to come with me. ”

"Thanks for the hospitality, Frost Thunder Temple lunch is not something you can enjoy outside. ”

Akfir frowned and smiled: "Please come with me.” He walked a thousand nights through the side door, down the long corridor to the end and into the restaurant.

The restaurant is equally staggering and can accommodate at least a few hundred people at the same time. There is only one long table in the center and one chair at each end.

Akfir sat at the helm, and he asked to sit at the other end of the night. Two elderly men in tuxedos appeared and began eating.

They are obviously old, but they behave gracefully, and their gray hair comb is meticulous, gliding on the water while traveling without a sound. Whether walking, stopping, or placing, the soup on the tray in their hands does not shake at all.

Both old men have surprisingly stable hands. These hands can be used for meals, and even more so for killings, and they can instantly turn into the most horrific killer, supported by their Force up to Lv.17.

Even two waiters rank higher in power than a thousand nights, and Akfir seems to be deliberately demonstrating, but think about it, a little different.

The soup in front of the thousand nights is like fresh water, with a few dark blue leaves floating in it, it looks more like tea.

Akfir's voice came from the other side of the long table, "The dish was cooked in the first batch of brown ice water mined by the Temple, and the ice leaves in it are a specialty of this land mass and can only be stored in a cryogenic environment. If you leave here, you won't be able to eat again. ”

Go ahead, he picked up the iced spoon and took a sip first.

Thousands of nights also had samples, drank a soup like fresh water and swallowed it with an ice leaf.

The soup didn't smell anything, but as soon as it entered the abdomen, the frightening cold forces erupted instantly, freezing from the inside out for almost a thousand nights.

The body reacted instinctively at a thousand nights, the blood pulsating at the core, the blood burning instantly all over the body, all the force to suppress the invading cold force.

Couldn't sit at the end of the thousand nights, suddenly muffled, two long blood fires gushed out of his nostrils.

His face was red and white. He was calmed after several repetitions. The two elderly men standing next to him retracted their gaze and, at the same time, calmed their slightly different faces, unable to see any more snacks.

Lifting his head for a thousand nights, he did not speak, but watched Akfir quietly, his eyes seemingly fluctuating with blue intentions.

Akfir smiled slightly with a little juvenile clarity and naughty, “This soup was a bit overbearing at first, and as long as it resisted the past, it would be rewarding. The ancestors left a little less brown ice, and the ice leaves are now less than ten pieces in stock. I wouldn't have taken it out if it weren't for you! ”

One mouth a thousand nights, a white gas, then a shock all over his body, the nostrils could not bear to erupt two small flames.

Anyway, even the fire has been sprayed, the thousand nights no longer cover up the physical condition, pressing down the remaining cold, said: “This soup is a bit overbearing, what happens if you can't resist? ”

Akfir's one-handed jaw grinned, "The obvious question is not for a wise man. If you can't resist it, it turns into an ice sculpture, and the ice leaves themselves can be described as highly poisonous. It's just something so precious, it's never been used to kill people. Anyway, if you can't resist, you can only say that your sister misunderstood someone. ”

Thousands of nights hummed, leaving no room for it, filled with another spoonful of soup, swallowed it, and closed his eyes.

At last, there was no fire, but the hair did not start, and when he opened his eyes, two long flames of light were emitted.

A thousand nights slowly exhaled white air, praising: "Delicious! ”

Just two spoonfuls of soup pushed his Force forward a great step, and the accumulation of demand for a thousand nights of unique Force is quite precious. At this moment, his eighth swirl of the Force almost condensed, and when the whole bowl of soup is finished, I'm afraid it will break through.

Indeed, as Akfir said, this soup will yield a great reward as long as it can be resisted.

However, it can withstand three words, how easy it is to talk about. The ice-cold force contained in the soup is extremely pure and seized in the abdomen. It wants to suppress and refine it. Not only should the force be repaired to high, but the quality requirements of the force are also extremely high. Thousands of nights with dawn enlightenment, just restraint to be able to refine and refine. In exchange for others here, for example, the Empire's few merely barely broke Tianguan, and God, who will never enter again in his life, fears that a bowl of soup will also be frozen into an ice sculpture.

This soup is the main course, and the rest of the fruit desserts are rare, but nothing.

Easy to finish a meal, next to the timing of the Force Sunrise has pointed to the twilight hour. Mainly spent most of the effort on that soup. It takes a moment to brew to digest. With the accumulation of ice-cold forces, the slower the millennium drinks, the later a sip will digest for half an hour.

Acafil did not say in any haste that he was very accommodating to accompany him, sipping with him for a thousand nights, then waiting quietly for his digestion and absorption for a thousand nights. Until after this meal, he nodded, "Drink this bowl of soup, you've passed your first test! Follow me."

Thousands of nights cannot be said to be happy to greet this silent test. But no matter how he felt, Acafil stood up and walked out of the restaurant and laughed as he waited a thousand nights at the door, like a kid who had succeeded in a prank.

Anyway, what the thousand nights got was real benefits, and there was no need to make amends. He paused a little and quickly followed. The two men followed the spiral stairs all the way down to the bottom of the ground. Here, Acafil pushed open the gate and walked into another hall with a thousand nights.

The hall is not as magnificent as the great hall, but it is also quite magnificent at a height of 10 meters. There are several sets of statues situated in the hall. They are very lifelike. If they are not all made of brown ice, crystal clear and free of impurities, it is really doubtful that these statues have been frozen by real people.

In front of the largest group of statues, Acafil looked at the dozens of statues with different attitudes and said: "These are the heroes of the first generation of ancestors who fought an unimaginable harsh environment and dangerous enemies to carve out the first piece of brown ice at the cost of their lives and lay down the first cornerstone for the Temple of Frost Thunder. ”

He then came to the second set of statues. The number of statues in this group is considerably smaller, only a dozen, and they look less powerful than the previous group, and the weapons are better equipped.

Acafil silenced for a moment and said, "This is the hero of the second generation of ancestors. Their small numbers are due to the fact that, after more than a decade of pioneering, most of their ancestors have lost their lives in this frozen world. It was not only the cold and the beast that took their lives, but also… hunger. There was not enough food on the land to feed so many ancestors, when the main source of food was the ferocious beasts living on the margins of the land and in the void. ”

Thousands of nights know that there will also be fierce beasts on the edge of the land block. These beasts can temporarily operate in the void and are particularly fierce. Although they are not comparable to the giant beasts in the void, they are also much stronger than ordinary land beasts and are not at all capable of responding to general warfare. If the ancestors of the Temple of Frost Thunder depend on hunting these vicious beasts for their food, imagine the price to pay.

“Those vicious beasts are slippery and don't tread on land easily. In order to lure them, the ancestors chose one person for each hunt to use as bait. ”

In the midst of a thousand nights, the teenager's voice remained clear and calm, but he could not erase half the blood that had permeated his years.