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"Move! Pick up your weapons! Gather at the end of the team!"

Wilt lifted up the big tent where the soldiers lived and shouted inside. Soon, their remaining twenty-five warriors and Wilt, the Iceborn, headed towards the end of the team.

Several furnace owners heard the commotion. They poked their heads out of the tent to peek out with worried faces, but Wilt pushed them back and told them to stay inside and make no sound.

"what's the situation?"

Wilhelm caught up, came to Wilt's side and asked.

"We don't know yet, but we have to be prepared. Something is coming in the blizzard, and Variana has passed." He described the situation as concisely as possible.

Wilhelm frowned deeply, wiped his beard, and said, "It can't be them, right?"

"I can't say for sure, but if it's really them, we should be lying down by now."

Their pace was very fast, and the distance was actually not very far. Within a few words, Wilt could already see Varianna's figure. Her long pale golden hair was braided into a thick ponytail, and the wind blew behind her head.

Dancing. Next to her stood a warm-blooded man with black robes and black hair. He was very handsome. Even with the picky aesthetics of the Freljordians, there was nothing wrong with him.

But everyone became nervous, for no other reason than that the black robe worn by the warm-blooded man was too thin.

Walking in a snowstorm and wearing such light clothes... could it be that he is an Iceborn? But it's impossible, he doesn't have the aura of ice blood on him, and the way he looks is like a warm-blooded person.

Wilt felt puzzled, and while he was thinking, Variana turned around and waved to him.

The first thing Varianna asked him surprised Wilt: "Do you remember how to get to Ornkar Rock?"

Wilt looked into her eyes, trying to get some hints or something. But there was nothing. It seemed that she really just came to him to ask for directions.

He nodded calmly: "I still remember."

Variana was obviously relieved, and the mysterious warm-blooded man laughed. He clapped his hands, and the next second, something that no one could understand happened.

The seemingly never-ending snowstorm was paused in an instant. Snowflakes were floating in the sky and stopped falling. The remaining light of the sun that was about to set in the sky made these snowflakes bloom with a strange light. It kept roaring.

The evil wind also stopped, and now everything was silent.

Wilt saw Wilhelm's mouth opened wide, as if he couldn't understand what was happening now. Not only him, but Wilt probably didn't look much better on his own face either.

At this time, he heard the man say to Varianna: "So, what do you want to eat?"

Varianna stared blankly at the scene in front of her. When she heard the mage's voice, she turned her head in confusion. It took her a moment to realize what the mage was saying, but her attitude was very low: "As long as it's food, that's fine.

,Your Mightiness!"

The mage shrugged: "I don't know what you Freljordians like to eat, but I come from a place that is very picky about food, so..."

He clapped his hands again, and a long table that could accommodate hundreds of people appeared out of thin air. It was filled with all kinds of food. Soft white bread, thick soup, cheese. A dozen roasted whole lambs and

A mountain of bacon, sausages and roast chicken were piled together, and Wilt could clearly hear the sound of swallowing behind him.

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After drinking and eating, Wilt sat in the big tent of the soldiers. He sat on the ground for a long time, assuming a very relaxed posture. The others were not much better, they were all obviously very full. This was unprecedented.

of.

Not to mention that the food is very delicious, but the amount of food that can make them eat until they are full and still have a lot of food left is extremely exaggerated. This was completely unimaginable in the past. The people of the Ibratar tribe have long been accustomed to starving.

, or in other words, there are few tribes in the entire Freljord who are not used to this.

Eating with an open belly? Yes, but maybe only once a year. And you may die for various reasons on the way to where there is plenty of food - freezing to death is the most common way of death.

"I still don't understand, Wilt."

Wilhelm was sitting next to him, holding his giant sword and tapping the thick blade with his fingers. He suddenly said this, and was echoed by others.

"Yes, how did that warm-blooded man do it?"

"Don't call me warm-blooded people now, idiot, call him...how do warm-blooded people call them? Noble Master Mage! Yes, call him that!"

"Aren't you shouting too?"

"At least I'm more polite than you!"

"*Freljord foul language, which contains a lot of doubts about men's abilities, insults to their immediate family members, and a lot of metaphors, such as you are not even as good as a hair on Steppenwolf's xx.*"

Not caring about the two bastards who were obviously over-eating and having too much energy, Wilt smiled: "Don't worry about how he did it, just take care of yourself first."

"What you said makes sense, but I just can't figure it out. He is actually willing to pay so much food just for giving directions?"

There is some truth to what Wilhelm said.

In this bitterly cold land, food is absolutely hard currency. Not to mention the gold outside, sometimes even a sharp sword is not as good as half a piece of plateau goat meat that is frozen harder than a stone. In fact, Wilt

Didn't think about this, but he's smarter than Wilhelm.

"I asked you, are you too full? Huh? People can suspend those blizzards. Have you ever seen anyone with this ability?"

Wilt stretched out his hand and tapped Wilhelm's breastplate. He chuckled: "A person with this kind of strength can do whatever he wants. There is nothing we can do... Of course, if he really wants to do something,

Other things..."

He did not continue speaking, and the atmosphere in the tent became stagnant for a while. Everyone knew what the second half of his unsaid words was.

An Ibratar never surrenders.

Inside Variana's tent.

Even as a war mother, she did not enjoy any privileges. On the contrary, the furnishings in her tent were not even as elegant as those of the stove households. She only put an animal skin on the ground and nothing more.

The young war mother rubbed her hands in embarrassment and said: "I'm sorry, I don't have anything to entertain you. This is not in line with Ibratar's hospitality."

"fine."

The mage stood beside her, still holding the book in his hand and flipping through it. He said casually: "I won't stay long. In fact, I will leave soon. Don't worry about these false courtesy."

As he said that, he raised his head, glanced at Variana who seemed to want to say something, and smiled softly: "If you want to say something, just say it."

This sentence actually calmed her down, and the young war mother also smiled: "No, it's nothing, sir. Thank you for your help. Ibratar will not forget this kindness."

She pulled out her axe, cut a small wound on the back of her left hand, then put down the axe, dipped some blood with her middle and index fingers, and smeared it on her forehead.

Varianna solemnly said: "Valhall - by my blood, by your name, I call you and ask you to look at your believers. We kill in your name and die in your name. Now,

I have no repayment for the benefactor before me..."

She wanted to continue talking, but the mage suddenly stretched out a hand to cover her mouth. He raised his head and looked at the top of the tent. His gaze was very far away, as if it had penetrated directly through the thick cloth.

To the starry sky outside.

"It's better not to swear. Like I said, this is a deal. You tell me how to go, and I will stop the wind and snow for you and bring you food. It's fair."

He took back his hand and said calmly.

Varianna was anxious.

"This is against the rules! How does what you do compare to what we do? Any Freljordian knows how to get to Ornkar Rock!"

"But it was you who I met first."

He Shenyan put away the book, turned around and left the tent. After Variana chased him outside, she found that the mysterious mage had disappeared. His disappearance was as sudden as his appearance.

He appeared in a blink of an eye on the top of the snow-capped mountains not far away. Looking at the team below that looked very small due to the distance, He Shenyan gently shook his head.

"Is that an oath? No, no... that's older than an oath."

He frowned and muttered to himself, recalling the aura he had just felt. When Varianna, the young war mother, said those words, he felt something gathering in the sky. He

It represents a wild will, a wild nature that cannot be tamed. He even heard the faint sound of thunder.

His power may not be worth mentioning to He Shenyan, but his wild will interests him very much.

And... although what Varianna said was very much like the prelude to some kind of oath, it was definitely not the oath itself. Any mage will be taught all kinds of mysticism when they enter the school, and they are allowed to

Choose three subjects that interest you and study independently. In addition to these, there are a large number of compulsory subjects.

He didn't know where Gu Yi learned it from, but those days once made him feel like he was back in high school, even more miserable.

The three courses He Shenyan chose were formation, oath, and contract.

Of course, there is no need to mention the formation. Oaths and contracts are somewhat similar, but these two things are completely different.

Contracts are the favorite of demons. They like to use this kind of thing to harm mortals, and of course, lawyers with no professional ethics.

Oaths are completely different from this - in occultism, oaths are very old things, possibly as old as human history, and even existed before magic existed. And often once spoken, they are never allowed to be changed.

You can swear to anything, stones, trees, grass, the sun...even yourself. But if you swear, then you must fulfill the content of your vow. This is an iron law that cannot be changed, and

The most interesting thing about the oath is here. If you have little power, or you are a mortal, then the oath has no binding force on you.

But if you are strong enough... then the oath will really become a shackles, something that you must complete even if you don't want to. Because the person who really makes the oath become real and credible is you.

It is the mages' own strength that restrains themselves.

The words that the girl hadn't spoken yet were not a vow, she was simply expressing to a certain existence what she was going to do in the future. She had neither the conditions nor the will to make the vow.

Looking at the beautiful night sky in the North, He Shenyan had some guesses in his mind. And if this matter is really what he thought, then he might be able to do more research in the next period of time.

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Soon.

The Ornkar rock formations are close at hand.

Kedar took a breath and put the heavy ax in his hand on his shoulder. Along the way, he kept recalling the faces of his father and Skhir in his mind, but in the end, they both disappeared.

Only the scene before him remained.

Under the night sky, the stars shine with their due brilliance, and a full moon hangs in the sky. The starlight and moonlight illuminate Kedar's silent figure, stretching his shadow on the ground. Step by step, he steadily

Went down the mountain steadily.

Yanji is located by the sea. Although the sea has not yet frozen at this time of year, there are no fish on the shore. And he did not come here to eat fish.

After coming down from the mountain, Kedar finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He stepped onto the rocky ground, and after ten years, an indescribable joy swept through his body, and he realized that this was the moment.

Yes, right now.

Holding the giant ax in his hand, he walked little by little to the seaside. The sound of the waves came to his ears, and the cold sea breeze blew across his cheeks. Kedar took off Lindel's horn helmet, turned around, and faced

Kneel down on your knees facing the cliff.

There was a black hole there, and there were many caves below. That was where people used to live in the summer, and under those thick rock formations, Kedar knew that there was another resident.

Putting the horn helmet aside, he flicked the horns with his fingers. Listening to the crisp sound, Kedar grinned: "You said you wanted to watch me, Lindel, now just watch me."

He used the ax blade to cut open his right index finger, and the freezing cold air quickly entered his body along the blood vessels. Kedar shivered from the cold, but he still carried out what he wanted to do.

He clenched his right hand, letting the blood drip, and then pressed it onto the ground. The sand actually hissed due to the heat of his blood, and bursts of smoke rose up, obscuring his face.

Kedar sniffed with satisfaction, and his smile became even brighter. He grabbed a handful of sand that was being burned by his own blood, smeared the sand on his face, and then spoke in some desolate and ancient language.

Start shouting loudly.

His voice spread far and wide, bringing echoes among the mountains.

"Horn of the mountains! Protector of blacksmiths and furnace keepers! God of forging, the lava itself! I call you! By your name, by the blood of my father, my brothers and myself, I call you!"

As he spoke, he cut his left hand open, and the cold air entered his body again. This ax was not a perfect ice weapon, otherwise he would have died long ago. But a witch doctor from the tribe must have enchanted it. Kedar felt

It was getting colder and colder, and at the same time, the pain in his hands and the fire in his heart began to grow stronger and stronger.

The pain did not disappear, but became more and more intense. As firewood, it actually made the fire in his heart grow stronger.

He clenched his left hand, blood dripping from it. Just like he had done before, he started shouting again.

This ritual continued until he became unconscious due to excessive blood loss. Kedar's recovery power was very strong, and the wounds on his fingers had long since healed. As a last resort, he cut two very deep wounds on his palms.

In his heart, he was not sure whether the god would come out to see him, but he had to do it.

This concerns his oath.

So he gritted his teeth, and the hot blood burned the sand again. Finally, when he was about to faint, a burning heat rising from his heart completely drove away the chills in his body.

Kedar lowered his head deeply and once again read the words he had said countless times.

"Horn of the mountains! Protector of blacksmiths and furnace keepers! God of forging, the lava itself! I call you! By your name, by the blood of my father, my brothers and myself, I call you!"

This time, he got a response.

In the Onkar Rock Land, this ancient and low hill began to collapse inch by inch. An orange light gradually lit up from the mountain, the mountain collapsed, and gravel flew everywhere. A flame rushed into the sky like a fountain, and the gravel melted.

, flying everywhere. Some even hit Kedar in the face, but he remained motionless, kneeling there with his head lowered, as if he had fallen asleep.

He caught a glimpse of the ax out of the corner of his eye. The frost-like surface of the ax began to melt gradually, revealing the black fine iron ax body inside. It was still sharp, but the coldness would never come back.

The ground began to tremble.

A heavy step walked in front of him little by little. Kedar raised his head and saw a majestic black statue - no, that was not a statue.

Kedar felt that He was as tall as three pine trees put together, and the outline of his body was blurry in the rising heat. There were fiery red lines on the huge curved horns on His head, which were slowly lighting up with His breathing.

Then it dimmed again.

His arms were strong and his well-tied beard was extremely beautiful. It was the kind of beard that every Freljordian man wanted to have. Kedar felt in a trance that his red eyes were actually the burning flame itself.

The mountains trembled again as He began to speak: "Stand up."

Kedar did as he was told. His height of two and a half meters was like a toy in front of Him.

"Great Ornn! I beg you—"

"--I remember you."

His voice was like thunder and flames fighting, and the sound made Kedar feel dizzy. He obviously noticed this and lowered his voice. To him, it was almost a grunt.

"You're that kid, right?"