The Amber Sword

Silver's body was like paper paste in this cold wind, and Brando finally understood why the knight of Tianqing had died here.

After a breath of breath, the water mist turned directly into ice residue sand and sand fell, Brando was surprised to realize how horrible the cold was here.

It was not appropriate to stay here for long. This thought immediately sprang up in his heart, and he looked up at himself on a glacier, white ahead, as if it were a path. He looked back, behind him was a bottomless abyss, moving his feet slightly, and countless pieces of ice rolled down until they disappeared.

It was dark beneath the abyss and there was no way to see how deep it was. Brando fought a cold war. Although he did not know what the purpose of the trial was, the first priority was obviously to leave the ghost place.

He is not familiar with similar trials. There have been trials like this from the extreme realm to the sage realm. Of course, it is far less difficult than this. In theory, such trials are like a dream, but Ruth says that if he dies in this dream, he will die. Brando certainly does not intend to try to challenge the truth.

Similar trials, however, usually have a clear purpose, complete a task, or kill a monster, but rarely throw people directly into an unknown and harsh environment like this. What is the purpose of this trial? Is it pure survival? Brando thought it was obviously not that simple.

He recalled the Trial of the Tianqing Knight. There were so many legends about this legend that it was even written into multiple poems circulated in Warnde. The contents of these poems were mostly the same, but the end result was that the Tianqing Knight was recognized by the mountains and received the holy gun canopy.

So the purpose of this trial is to find something?

Flame scepter?

Brando thought silently that he was in trouble before walking too long as he struggled in the glacier.

The environment here is too harsh, and the wind in the glacier doesn't know what the law is, and it's cold. His gear and cold kit didn't do anything in the ice and snow, and the silver body didn't seem to do the same. He walked less than a mile and felt like a normal person in a single suit walking in a snowstorm - or worse, because the snowstorm at least wouldn't touch people's souls.

Brando soon discovered that his perception and willingness attributes were slowly declining, and this discovery had caused him to freak out. What is this thing? Cold winds that can cause injury to intrinsic properties that he has never encountered before.

Don't even think about it.

Under extreme cold temperatures, the metal quickly became brittle, and even the magic attached to it had no protection. The Soul Sword took the lead away from him. When he used it to support his body, the two-handed sword first cracked into countless pieces and almost let Brando fall into the snow.

It almost made him sweat, because he wasn't sure he was going to fall down, and there was no room to climb up again. But the cold sweat just came out and frosted, and the temperature dropped even further.

Brando had to throw away his sword and sway forward, at a time when he began to miss the blade of flames and the sword of the shallow sea, which could provide him with warmth, while the latter could immunize or at least significantly reduce the damage of the cold system.

But he also understands that if this trial hadn't restored his strength in the Arkash war, I'm afraid he'd have just been thrown into the world and turned into a popsicle.

So Brando had no intention of complaining, and of course he didn't have the strength to complain very quickly. He didn't know how long he'd been walking on the glacier. The world was as if there was no end to the whizzing wind, but his strength slipped away, little by little, as if he had escaped the temperature for a long time.

He is the perfect silver body, and although the player's silver blood is no better than that of the demigod, he is at least second only to that of the angel Aroma.

The legend has it that Tankas, the divine son, pursued Leviathan at the end of the world for a hundred years, in the chaos of the breakdown of that law, even the gods needed to continuously drain the power of order to maintain their own laws of existence, but even then they never heard of Tankas dying outside the elemental barrier.

But Brando felt like he'd been walking in the snow for days and nights, and his strength was running out.

He began to feel his vision narrowed, the edges of his vision darkened for a while, breathing heavily, cold air stabbed his nose with pain, his lungs sounded like a dying man's struggle, or a broken windbox was fulfilling its final duty.

It's not to say that after he perfected the silver body in his game, even after he stepped into the gold field in this world, he rarely felt it —— it was exhaustion, exhaustion, and for a strong man with hundreds of bodies, it was a joke.

Willingness and perceived attributes have also decreased by nearly a tenth in a short time.

But the view ahead is always the same.

Brando doesn't know when this journey is going to end, and he doesn't know what the hell this trial is going to do to him, or maybe just to keep him going until the mountains approve.

But who knows what the mountains are?

He walked for another two or three days and the scenery remained unchanged. Later, he was almost numb, had a blank brain, could still feel the passing of his physical energy, but now there was only instinct left to move forward.

Half a month later, Brando started slowing down.

Every few steps he took, he had to stop and rest for half a day. He felt his eyelids as if he weighed a few kilograms, but instinctively did not close them. He swayed and walked, but never sat down, let alone fell into the snow.

Because Brando understands that he may stay here forever as long as he stops.

But he didn't really know much about it, and he didn't have time to think about the trial, as if it were chaos, and there was only one thought left to support all his actions:

Live.

A month, two months, six months have passed between turns.

Even though Saint Hyun's strength had finally come to an oil-out moment, Brando had finally fallen heavily into the snow on that day, and the cold and painful bones had sobered him up.

But when he lay in the snow, he found that he had no strength to climb, he lay so still on the ground, stared at the lead gray sky, and let the cold permeate his limbs, he began to feel his hands, his feet, parts below his knees, and then from his elbows to his shoulders, all unconscious.

Brando tried to mobilize the power of the law in his body, but it seemed as if order had collapsed, and his gaze seemed to see through his extreme plains a quiet universe - pitch-black, with no chance at all, as if there were endless lows and cold.

The stars are extinguished, as if the dust that remains after the stars burn out is still suspended in the void, the whole world is no longer alive, all laws and order are broken to pieces and no longer answers anyone's call.

This is the twilight of the gods and the world.

Brando suddenly had this understanding in his heart, and when a god died, it probably saw exactly the same world.

He quietly put his head pillow in the soft snow and began to feel a little warm, as if the whole person was immersed in warm milk. He didn't know it was an illusion, but he just felt a little tired.

Brando knows what it means to just close your eyes.

But he couldn't stop it, as if there was a gentle voice in his heart that said something to him, and that voice told him that he was too tired to let everything go by then.

But it was at this time that he suddenly felt something different.

That's the ground vibrating.

The snow shook slightly, Brando blinked slightly, and he had little strength to do the simplest thing, but he quickly noticed - not the delusion of a dying man.

The earth is indeed shaking.

And this vibration quickly became violent, as if it had been a trickling stream, but it soon converged into a great river that roared, causing the whole ground to sway and swell.

Brando took a deep breath and finally felt his body again at this moment, as if an unknown force had burst out of his body, it came from somewhere, instantly poured into the wreckage of his limbs, as if it were a warm-hearted hot stream, instantly pulling him back from the edge of darkness.

But Brando didn't like it at all.

He knew what it was, and it was his gift - indomitable, his strength and hierarchy, although back before the Arkash War, had not changed much.

He is dead, but without giving in to his gift, he is temporarily brought back to life, and it is now dark magic that drives his body like a dead spirit. And he knew in his heart that if he could not find a solution before all this was over,

So this is just a temporary return light.

But Brando didn't spend much time on it, and he rushed out of the snow with that power, causing him a lot of trouble on the vibrating ground, but he eventually stood up with his teeth rolling.

Though he soon fell again in a violent vibration, he was finally able to see what was happening.

He saw it on the white horizon as if a wind was gushing.

This is not surprising, because the place is constantly shaking the winds of the north, but they seldom form a wall like they do now.

Yes, a wall.

Brando saw on the horizon a white wall swept forward by a blizzard.

After a moment, he recognized what it was.

The glacier is moving.

That's an avalanche.

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