You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 92 The Winner and the Search
Soaring high above the sky, in the cold wind of a moonlit night, Gilamados's figure is so aloof.

Surrounding it is the boundless night sky, the moon is almost completely covered by its figure, and the surrounding stars are shining faintly.

It spread out its pair of wings covered with black scales, shining cold and fluorescent like moonlight.

His eyes stared indifferently at the Snowstorm Bear King on the ground.

Silvery white and pale yellow particles began to gather at the Moonlight Dragon's open mouth, and these particles were summoned from all directions in accordance with Gilamados' command.

Soon, the dreamlike particles were tangled together, framed by blood-red rectangles that appeared as the particles converged.

The light became brighter and brighter, lighting up the dark night.

The energy quickly accumulated to a critical point.

The Moonlight Dragon fully opened its huge mouth, and the silver-white breath that contained the power of the pale yellow earth immediately rushed to the ground like an endless stream of turbulence.

The precise and violent breath blasted towards the Snowstorm Bear King who was still struggling to get up on the ground, cutting a terrifying and shocking trajectory in the air.

Snowstorm Bear King sensed the extreme danger immediately.

It let out a low growl, and the radiance of the fur on the surface of its body rose to the extreme.

For a while, even the moon seemed to dim a lot.

The gray and white dazzling light almost turned the world upside down day and night!
Black ice proliferated crazily above its head.

From the initial ice slab, it quickly developed into a huge black ice wall nearly ten meters thick, and it was constantly being strengthened.

It was at this moment that the silver-white breath collided with the deep black ice wall.

When the two energies met, the wind and snow on the ice field seemed to stop, and the extremely cold air froze at that moment.

However, this strange stagnation did not last long.

Soon, at the place where the breath collided with the ice wall.

A terrifying shock wave erupted suddenly.

And spread in all directions at an extremely astonishing speed.

The earth trembled, and the wind rolled back!

The moon from the sky and the ice and snow from the ground both exploded their power under the control of their respective rulers.

The ice shards crazily scattered around, almost turning the entire battlefield into deathly black in the blink of an eye.

The black ice fog obscured Gilamados' sight, but this did not prevent it from finding the snowstorm bear king who had frantically fled northward as soon as the ice shards filled the air.

For the moonlight will tell Gilamados everything!
Snowstorm Bear King didn't know that his whereabouts had been exposed.

Its simple brain is now occupied by one thing——

escape!
It has never attempted to escape, nor is it proficient in this skill.

But under the deadly threat, the creature's instinct urged it to flee from the sight of the monster in the sky.

It quickly filled and connected the broken bones and torn muscles of the two hind legs with black ice.

Every step involves great pain.

But all this was suppressed by the desire to survive.

It ran forward with all its strength, as if it had returned to the first night when it left its parents and wandered alone in the snow field.

then.

The silver-white breath with a light yellow halo caught up to it.

Like a sharp sword about to split the earth, it slashed towards Snowstorm Bear King from behind.

Snowstorm Bear King felt exhausted.

There are sequelae of continuous physical trauma and mobilizing a large amount of frost power.

There is also the powerlessness of being unable to escape the impending end no matter what.

Even so, it was struggling to move forward.

It runs with all its strength.

Unfortunately, the magnificent and deadly breath arrived as expected a few seconds later.

The Snowstorm Bear King condensed the last black ice slab.

The power of Jibing is still stubbornly resisting.

But this time, in the face of rising momentum, it seemed to end everything.

The Snowstorm Bear King's resistance fell apart far faster than before.

The black ice plate didn't even have a chance to turn into ice chips and be thrown out, it just dissolved in the terrifying silver-white light.

Roar--

Snowstorm Bear King understands his impending fate.

It let out a final roar.

But the roar soon stopped abruptly.

Its huge body and extremely strong muscles are not worth mentioning before the mighty power of the moon.

It was melted into dust almost instantly.

all of a sudden.

The black ice of the entire ice field has lost its source of power.

The color faded as if it had been washed.

And the escape path of the Snowstorm Bear King was completely swept away by the terrifying breath.

The rising steam engulfed the last remnants of the Snowstorm Bear King.

Come back to nature with it.

Giramados stared at the ground, and gradually stopped breathing.

It didn't stay on this ice sheet for too long.

After confirming the death of the Snowstorm Bear King again, he flew north.

On the cruel and spectacular ice field, it left its unrivaled back.

【North】

Guabulaq woke up.

He woke up from the severe cold that wrapped himself up.

The memory is still stuck in the last moment of being frozen.

However, the feeling of weakness under the desperate situation at that time has dissipated.

My right eye didn't feel any pain at all.

Warm currents flow through the limbs.

Strength returned to the body again.

Guabulak exerted a little force.

clack clack-

The ice that covered him cracked like a spider's web.

Guabulak effortlessly cleaned up the ice that had sealed his body completely immobile.

It was also at this time that he discovered that the ice had returned to its original clear and transparent appearance.

As far as the eye could see, the blackness that brought him silence had completely disappeared.

It seems that it has never appeared on this snow field.

Guabulak opened his mouth, let the icy wind enter his body, and calmed down.

All these changes are so sudden.

The Snowstorm Bear King, who had the power to destroy the world and was full of malice towards the trolls, just disappeared.

Thinking of this, he turned his eyes to the sides again.

The six troll ice sculptures stood there with their tails full.

For a moment, he had an illusion.

It was as if the trolls of the battle party were frozen in the frost just standing and falling asleep on the ice field.

The so-called Snowstorm Bear King never appeared.

But the god's decree that lingered in the depths of his soul for a long time told him.

Everything that ever happened is real.

And he survived only because of the grace of the gods.

It is obviously impossible for the ferocious Snowstorm Bear King to "suddenly be kind" at the last moment, leaving their trolls to stay where they are and then leave directly.

It must be the omnipotent god who easily erased the existence of the Snowstorm Bear King with His mighty power.

The road in front of the field of vision has been covered by ice and snow, but the long trajectory of its existence can still be seen is the best evidence.

At this moment, he has never been so grateful to his past self.

I am grateful that I didn't kill Yige at that time, and led the "Big Stick Clan" to win the mercy of the great god of etiquette.

While drawing a rectangle on his chest with his broad palm, Guabrak walked around the ice sculptures of other trolls.

Sure enough, it was discovered that cracks basically began to appear on these ice sculptures.

He returned to Grox's ice sculpture, which was closest to his original ice sculpture.

Before he even had time to find a good angle to strike, the ice sculpture made a series of crisp ice-breaking sounds.

Locked in it, Grox opened his eyes.

Then, he exchanged eye contact with Guabulak who was outside, and broke the ice on his body as easily as if he was sweeping the dust off his body.

Fine shards of ice slid down Groks' bald head, causing him to shake his body vigorously:

"Boss, what's going on?"

Guabrak observed Grox's ice-breaking process from beginning to end, and saw that his body was fine. He nodded in satisfaction, but did not explain further:

"Grox, come with me to help a bunch of trolls who haven't yet come out of the ice."

"I think Ahmo's place has the least movement, so let's start there first."

After all the trolls were completely free, Guabrak shared his theory with the other trolls in the group that the Snowstorm Bear King was dead.

Then I couldn't help but check again.

This is completely relieved.

All the trolls are in pretty good shape.

As it turned out, the fact that Ahmer was barely moving was not because he was weak.

It was because he fell asleep.

Although Guabulak really doesn't think that the ordinary ice can cause substantial damage to the trolls.

But it is still quite unusual for Ahmo to be able to sleep peacefully in the ice.

"So, Legg, Valak, can you please stop laughing?"

The trolls of the battle team were facing the bright red lights one by one, picking up the weapons marked by the holy light - the big stick.

Along the way, Leige and Valak from the second half of the team laughed at Ahmo from time to time.

Although the cold wind in the extreme northern white desert was howling, the unrestrained laughter of Leige and Valak easily reached Ahmo's ears.

"I said, Ahmo, you really should have seen the face of the leader at that time."

When Leige heard Ahmo's request, he became even more excited.

He straightened his face, and his eyes, which were originally clear and stupid, suddenly became dark.

He lowered his voice, imitating his leader as perfectly as possible:

"Ahmo, Ahmo! Wake up!"

"Hahahahahaha!" Valak on the side once again recalled that the leader who was about to start preparing for the funeral suddenly saw Ahmo's wonderful expression sitting up in surprise, and couldn't help bursting into laughter again.

Ahmo's face turned bluer because of his excitement: "I've said it before, it was because when we fought the Snowstorm Bear before, I exerted too much strength, so I was tired."

Legg and Valak laughed again.

But at the front of the team, Grox was not in such a good mood. He worriedly said to the troll leader who just picked up his obsidian stick:
"Boss, are we really not going back to see the dead bodies of the three snowstorm bears?"

"Although the corpses of those bears seem to have been smashed to pieces by the aftermath of the mighty power of the gods, maybe some meat can be found, and the harvest is almost enough."

"I don't think we need to go further north this time. There will still be opportunities to complete the decree of the gods."

Guabulak glanced at his right-hand man and shook his head.

He knew that Grox's last sentence was the point he wanted to express, so he planned to make it clearer to him:
"Grox, the reason why I let everyone build a fortress in the Snow Mountain is to allow the clan to explore the extreme northern white desert as safely as possible."

"And the great god of etiquette has just used his supreme power to remove the biggest obstacle for us, the Snowstorm Bear King."

"Why should we not continue north?"

Upon hearing this, Grox opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but was interrupted mercilessly by Guabrak:
"Grox, let me ask you, do we have enough food on us now?"

This is the third day after leaving the tenth fortress, of course it is enough.

Grox could only nod.

"Then are all our sticks there?"

While speaking, the team reached the last red light.

Togel picked up his big stick.

"How is our physical condition?"

Groks subconsciously looked to the back of the team, and Guruba joined Leige and Valak in laughing at Ahmo.

Every troll seems to be in good spirits.

Guabrak followed Grox's line of sight and looked at the team behind, grinning:
"Look, everyone has rested in the ice just now, and they are in good spirits."

Grox was a little overwhelmed by Guabrak's continuous questioning.

When you think about it carefully, there really is no reason not to move on.

He just didn't expect that the most cautious leader would suddenly become radical.

The change in style made him a little uncomfortable.

Guabulac didn't think there was anything wrong, and he could understand Grox's worries.

After all, what he conveyed was only the original content of the decree of the gods, without adding or missing a single word.

Therefore, the trolls who heard the oracle from him could only understand the content, but not some deeper meaning.

But the voice that caused his soul throbbing brought more complicated feelings to him, the apostle who could hear the oracle directly.

There is information that he can understand and relay.

There are also messages that he can understand but cannot put into words.

This time, he had a faint feeling——

The gods have cleared the way for them, and what is needed now is for them to press on.

He trusted his instincts.

Or rather, he believed in the benevolent god of ceremonies who saved the trolls.

And so the procession proceeded.

Crossed the unknown how long the ice sheet.

The moon disappeared.

But the heavy frost made it almost impossible for the trolls to feel the slightest sign of daylight.

The team moved on.

The wind and snow gradually decreased, and the temperature gradually increased.

The biting cold wind that was everywhere turned into a gentle cool breeze.

More importantly, the sun appeared.

That is the sun that has never appeared north of the ninth peak!
Now it can be seen in the white desert further north of the Daxue Mountains!

The trolls of the battle team were illuminated by the warm sun, and they all looked at each other in surprise, wanting to simply stop and rest for a while.

But when Guabulak found a blue rock in the west and made a simple mark on the map, he ignored the complaints and urged everyone to move on quickly.

Under the firm request of the leader, the speed of the entire team increased instead of decreasing.

Going on, the snow even showed signs of melting, and the ground began to become muddy.

Guabulac finally stopped in his tracks.

The trolls following behind also stopped.

The tall troll leader was now staring intently at the seemingly endless green at the end of his field of vision.

And the majestic water mist rising from the greenery is faintly visible.

The mood is extremely joyful and comfortable.

found it!
Promised Land!

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