The Amber Sword

v4 Chapter 144: Freya's hidden mission?

Freya woke up from the coldness, but her eyes weren't glacial canyons stacked like ice skates, and her ears were no longer haunted by the trembling tremors of the trembling canyon ice wind. She remembered herself Fainted on the windward side of the glacier, but now in a quiet wind mountain. I didn't know how long she was in a coma. The coldness seemed to have penetrated into the limbs. She gritted her teeth and managed to get up from the snow. But Freya suddenly noticed something she had never seen before.

Not far from the wobbly field of vision, a little thing stood a bit like a small snowman, but its slender arms were not the usual dry branches, but made of ice crystals; that little thing Hands are folded at the waist, half-bent waist is not far away to look at Freya with a probe, it is a bit like a steward in Lord Lord's Castle, but he is not tall, and his face is full of ice crystals. Beards and eyebrows, under the eyebrows, a pair of glittering eyes sparkle.

Freya was startled, but she had never seen anything like this before, sobered up, sitting up from the snow like a spring. But she didn't expect that her sudden action would frighten the other person too much. The little thing was frightened and stumped on a tree root in two steps. Then she sat down in the snow with one buttock, and it took a long time to get up. Then the two stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

There was an embarrassing silence in the snow.

After a long while, Freya finally realized that the other party didn't seem to be hostile. After considering it, she asked tentatively, "Did you bring me here?"

The snowman froze, patted the snow at the end of his body and stood up, bowing respectfully to Freya: "No, it's not me, it's the master who brought you here, respectful little master. "It even speaks Cruz, but with a slightly weird tone. It's like a duck barking, which makes people feel very funny.

Freya's mouth opened and she couldn't close it and turned into an 'o' shape, shocked by the other person's title to her. "Wait, what do you call me, and who is your master?"

"The master is the master, the respected little master." The Snowman replied in a very natural tone. It seems that the correct answer to this question should be this.

"Wait, I'm not a little master, do you recognize the wrong person?"

"The host said that you are the most honorable guest here. The host asked us to treat you with the little host's etiquette. The host said so. The host must be right."

Freya felt that her head was running out. She just thought that if Brando were here, he would be able to figure out what happened quickly. But this young girl from the Butch countryside is not stupid. She first touched the side of the belt: the lion heart sword was in the scabbard of that place; then she touched the waist bag: Brando gave her the slate Safe and sound. Even the ruby ​​ring was still in her hand, and she was relieved, which showed that the other party was at least not malicious.

She calmed down a little, and then asked the snowman, "Hello, what should I call you?"

The snowman put a hand like a dead branch on his chest, and saluted her with the etiquette of human beings: "We are the Tolfien fairies who have lived here for generations, respectful little masters. We do n’t have names, you can Let's call it "Hey" or "Come here." Anyway, we all look similar to you, but there are some differences. As long as you carefully count our beards and eyebrows, you will find the number and shape. It's not the same. "

Before the introduction of the Tolfhin Fairy, Freya laughed out loud. The small things learned the etiquette of the human aristocracy with scrupulous eyes, but what they said was not marginal, and it was a bit funny. She smiled and asked, "Where is your master?"

"The owner is in the house."

"House? Can I meet him?"

"The master said, if the little master wakes up, take you to see him."

"Take me to see him?" Freya wondered. "Can you do it now?"

The Tolfhin Fairy nodded.

Freya got up from the snow and patted her clothes, only to realize that her injuries had recovered. She remembered that she was seriously injured before she was unconscious, and she killed the silver monster with her last blow. What happened at that time was unclear. She only faintly remembered that the slate in her bag fell out and sparkled in the snow. It seemed as if he had fallen into a furnace and was in pain. But the slate is still in her waist bag, and she squeezed it with her hands, as cold as before.

Freya didn't know whether her recovery was related to the changes at that time, or to the mysterious master of these goblins, but she saw that the small figure of the snowman had already climbed to the mountain pass by the hands and feet, and it stood Below a white bush of thorns beckoned at her, and Freya hurried to follow.

Freya found that she was in a quiet valley. She followed the Tolfien goblin and walked through a dense forest that had seen the white thorns before. This plant seems to be distributed throughout the valley. These white thorns can grow very high, just like the trees outside, except that the top of it is bent down, and there are hanging glowing fruits, like street lamps. The soft light illuminates the winding road in the jungle.

There are many animals in the white woods. At least Freya saw a kind of squirrel with off-white fur, looking for the seeds of shrubs under the thorn bushes, and occasionally passing through the path of the trail in groups, or dark Big eyes are alert to her outsider. On the thorns crossing over the head, there are many birds like spotted birds, but this bird has silver feathers and long tail feathers. They are not afraid of birth at all, and let Freya Walking with the goblin from below, she tilted her head and looked at her uninvited guest.

After walking for a while, the white thorns suddenly separated left and right, Freya's eyes lightened slightly, and a look of surprise appeared on the face. After the thorn bushes were separated, a mountain spring surrounded by the jungle emerged from the back. The wall hangs down and falls into a pool. The steam rises in the pool, which is obviously a hot spring formed by geothermal heat. But these are not surprising. She saw that the land next to the hot spring was full of emerald green vegetation and meadows, and above the meadows was a sallow blue stag.

The stag apparently noticed her. Freya didn't know if she had an illusion. She saw that the other side showed her a kind look.

This made her recognize the other person, the stag that had led them all out of trouble the night before.

She seemed to understand something at a glance. But at this time, the Tolfen Fairy who led the way stopped and looked back at Freya; the girl in surprise looked at the front and found that the white thorn bushes had reached the end in front of the mountain wall. In the open space, an artificial building is carved out on the mountain wall, forming an arch with a height of three or four people. Freya looked at the arch, and then looked at the stopped Tolifin Leprechaun, and asked, "Do you want me to go in?"

The snowman nodded.

Freya had to gather her courage and walked into the cave a few steps forward. The surrounding light dimmed, but after adapting to the dim environment, she gradually saw the interior of the cave, and behind the arch was a natural cave, as if the traces of the artificial axe outside were just to modify the entrance of the cave same. Like most glacial caves here, the inner walls of the caves are made of smooth ice, but the caves are not deep and extend inward 20-30 feet. Then it stopped abruptly and was cut off by a vertical wall of ice.

Freya could not help but stare. What about the master in that little fairy's mouth? There is nothing in the cave.

But just when she was puzzled, the ice wall in front of her suddenly melted, forming a small door, and then a voice said, "Come in, Miss Freya."

"Do you know me?" Freya asked, startled.

But the voice didn't answer. Freya was nervous and curious. At the moment, she was really worried about the safety of Brando, Nimesis, and the little prince, but she couldn't figure out where she was. She waited for a while, seeing that the voice did not continue to speak, so she had to be short. Half-bent bent through the small door on the ice wall. The thick ice wall was about ten feet. After passing through the small door, I suddenly felt that my eyes were bright, and the surrounding temperature had risen by several degrees. There was no longer the coldness in the valley, but a warm atmosphere. Freya looked up in surprise, and found that behind the ice wall was a very pleasant room, like the furnishings of aristocratic study she had seen in Ampelsel. There were tables and high chairs in the room. There are bookshelves and a fireplace. The ground is covered with thick carpets. The fireplace is burning with bright flames. Bookshelves are filled with books. Tabletops are equipped with silver candlesticks and plates. The candles are soft and the plates are soft. It was filled with all kinds of food, the food was steaming as if it had just been taken out of the oven.

The room was empty, but someone automatically opened a chair for Freya, put plates and cutlery, as if asking her to sit down. "Sit down," said the voice again.

Freya knew that if she didn't do what the other party said, the voice would probably ignore her. She hesitated and sat up. Immediately, a white porcelain tea cup automatically flew off the shelf next to her and placed it in front of her. Then the silver teapot on the table seemed to be held by an invisible hand, tilted slightly, and poured tea for her.

Tea is beautiful red, like agate in a cup.

Freya was a little cramped. She put her hands on her knees, and suddenly remembered what she had learned in etiquette class, and said subconsciously, "Thank you."

The voice seemed to see the restraint of this girl from the Butch countryside, and couldn't help laughing.

"Don't be nervous," he said. "Don't be nervous. It's been a long time since I've treated guests."

Freya inhaled gently. She didn't know what it meant to treat the guests for a long time. Does it mean that they have served guests here, or something else? She asked in doubt, "Hello, are you the owner here, did you save me?"

"We'll discuss this later. You can **** tea first," the voice answered gently.

It is not a wise thing to drink something of unknown origin in a completely strange place, but Freya feels that the other party does not need to do more. She hesitates, but still holds up the white porcelain tea cup and takes a sip. Black tea is very delicious, with a thick taste of milk. After the entrance, it feels like the fatigue is gone. Even the soreness caused by drowsiness in the snow disappears instantly, but she has no thoughts about drinking tea. He just took a sip and lowered the cup with both hands.

"How?" The voice asked.

"Well, good, thank you for your hospitality," Freya answered carefully.

"Like you're worried?"

Freya is not stupid, and now she can confirm that the other party is the owner here.

"Because I don't know where this is, I'm confused."

"This is just a 'place'. Because it is not fundamentally different from other 'places', if you seriously consider this question, you will find that it is not important to you, right?" The voice replied.

Freya thinks this statement is weird, but she can't say it is wrong. What she really cares about is not where she is, but how far away she is from Brando and Nimesis. She nodded honestly: "Yes, I'm worried about my companions, and I lost them. Sorry. I didn't say this to trouble you, but can you help me get out of here?"

She paused: "... or, you can order the fairies."

"Don't worry," said the voice, "Miss Freya, don't worry. I'm referencing each of you from here. I want you to do me a favor."

"Is you guiding us?" Freya remembered the stag she had seen outside the door, and couldn't help but believe it: "But who are you. How can we help you?"

"My strength is very low, but it is not difficult to attract you here. Because I know your purpose here, so I just need to tell you the direction." The voice laughed: "To make a long story short, after all Time is running out. Let me introduce myself first. My name is Milunda. According to the Cruz name, it is Milos. "

Slap. Freya's cup fell on the tray, and she even didn't even notice the tea splashed on the tablecloth. She hadn't even heard of the name before coming here, but soon. The name was as deeply engraved in her memory as the glaciers and wind and frost in this forest, and Brando's words echoed in her heart over and over again, shocking her.

"you you you……"

"You are right, I am the first Frost Giant in this world. They respectfully call me father, and you humans call me a deity. I accept all these titles because I have such qualifications."

"But ..." Freya wanted to say, but since the stars fell to the ground, the gods have already left this world. Legend has it that they went away with the Dragon of Dusk and never returned, although people built many of them in Vaund The shrine is used to commemorate the era when God and man coexisted, but everyone understands that the mortal era has already come. But this was nothing but she couldn't say a word, she was stunned by the sudden news.

"Are you confused?" The voice seemed to see what she thought.

Freya managed to calm herself and nodded.

"In fact, don't be so surprised. Milos has been ridiculed. I am just a myth left by a great will."

"Myth?"

"People's minds haunt the problems they want to solve most of their lives. This myth occasionally turns into a ghost-like existence, but if your own existence is too strong, this thinking will become as if In essence, it's like me. "The voice replied softly.

"Are you saying that something is bothering you, but shouldn't the gods be omniscient?"

"Perhaps only Master Martha can achieve omniscience and omnipotence. We just think more than you, but my myth has nothing to do with you. It is just a mediocrity. But today I want you to help me, Freya It's not just about you, it's about you and your friends, and that young Valhalla master, I know him, don't you? "

"Brando?" Freya was almost startled.

The voice didn't answer, but Freya had a weird feeling, feeling the other side nodded silently.

"What do you want me to do for you?" Freya had to ask carefully, although she thought it must be something wrong, and even the gods were bothered by it, how could she help.

The room was silent for a moment.

"I want you to stop me from rising."

After a while, the voice slowly spoke.

"What!" Freya bounced from her chair as if she had been electrocuted, as if she heard the most incredible thing since she was born, and her face was filled with astonishment: "What did you say !?"

"Prevent me from resurrection, Freya."

"That great will is gradually awakening from the darkness. You don't understand what will happen, but for the whole Warnde, this is a speculative fate. The age of gods is over. It has nothing to do with myths. I don't know the answer to that question, but the Azure Knight has given you an answer, this answer can no longer be rewritten, Freya. "

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ps: Continue to recommend the stupid sunspot's new book, Disaster Advent. In the next few days, the update will be quite powerful, ==, I will continue to work hard next time. (To be continued ...)