Ali's Bizarre Adventure

Those are human legs.

Blood kept flowing along the snow-white legs, dripping...

She saw on the ground, a group of bear people lying on the ground devoutly, with her as the center, and she was at a height of more than ten meters in the air.

[It turns out... she is not dead yet...]

A trace of pity could not help but appear in Lilia's heart, the pain in her heart was like a big hand clutching her throat.

Make it hard for her to breathe.

Lilia originally thought that the woman on the apex of the triangle had been brutally killed by the bears.

But she found this ray of dream magic...

It's coming from this woman.

At this moment, Lilia saw and experienced the bear man's life sacrifice through this woman's dream.

She doesn't feel pain in a woman's body.

but.

She can feel a woman's heart.

Not through any magic, but through Lilia's inner empathy, and her inner pity.

In this world, there are people who base their happiness on the suffering of others.

But there are also people who can empathize with others.

Nine mahogany trees stand around the apex of the triangular body in nine directions, forming a special shape with each other.

The giant bear was still chanting in a low voice.

There are some words Lilia can understand.

Some do not understand.

It seems to come from some ancient languages, or from some languages ​​that do not belong to humans.

The other bears still bowed their heads to the ground.

In a quiet environment, amplifying those indistinct prayers sounds a little scary.

Amidst the prayers, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

Lilia saw that the nine mahogany trees surrounding her had undergone some slight changes. The surface seemed to be covered with hundreds of millions of tiny red worms. These red worms were wriggling and crawling together.

But...it doesn't seem to be like this...

"My lord, I offer you a war..."

There was a hint of excitement in the voice, as if something it piously summoned was about to appear.

Lilia stared at the mahogany.

The bark is bright red, still wriggling, or flowing, as the speed increases, it can already be seen.

This should be human blood.

Lilia didn't know why there was so much blood, let alone how many people would be killed by so much blood.

Probably... a few hundred...

Lilia's heart trembled.

Death is not terrible.

Terrible is the twisted soul...

"tick..."

"tick..."

On the platform of the triangular body, the blood of the penetrated woman flows through her legs, gathers at the toes, and then drips to the ground.

Make a rhythmic viscous sound.

life.

In the rapid passage of time.

Can't catch it.

It is also impossible to change.

An unspeakable grief welled up in Lilia's heart, and tears flowed from Lilia's dull purple eyes.

"Auntie..."

The crisp voice of the little fox sounded.

life.

complete end.

At the last moment, Lilia saw the thunder and lightning rushing in the sky, and the majestic giant beast slowly walking out of the snow-capped mountains.

"Auntie..."

The little fox gently wiped away Lilia's tears with his delicate hands, "You...are you crying?"

Lilia regained consciousness.

Bow down.

I saw the lavender-colored pure eyes of the little fox, and the bright eyes were full of worry.

"Well... I miss your mother..."

Chapter 498 Demigod

"Valhal!"

Accompanied by the sweet and greasy breath of blood, a low-pitched call came from a distant land.

How long?

Hundreds of years, thousands of years...

Can not remember.

"Valhal! Dedicate death to you, please give us strength, Valhal!"

The breath of blood enveloped him.

Unbelievably real.

He woke up from a deep sleep, Valhal is an ancient name, and in a more distant age, He was once called Valhal.After the rise of the three sisters, human beings began to gradually forget the ancient ways.

The Freljord became cowardly and weak.

They used stones and wood to build houses, embankments, and walls, and trapped themselves in them.

No one dares to face the harsh nature anymore.

The name Valhal, along with the emergence of new beliefs, was gradually forgotten by generations of people.

"Valhal, we call you by your name!"

The distant voice seemed to come from the other side of the Freljord, with the breath of winter.

He slowly opened his eyes.

"Boom--"

In a snow-capped mountain, the rock layer broke, huge cracks spread rapidly, and the ground roared.

Thousands of years of snow accumulated on one side of the mountain poured down.

No one saw the avalanche.

He sleeps in a wild land that will not be disturbed by anyone, a land that these cowardly northerners dare not approach now.He has been asleep for too long, and too many changes have taken place in the human world.

It's just that the ancient road is still forgotten.

"Valhal, with this blood..."

The invocation was accompanied by an avalanche and trembling of the bedrock of the earth, and His great eyes gazed into the distance.He saw a bear man with an elk skull, and saw a sacrifice that had been impaled through the body.

The blood dyed the trees and the ground red, and the sweet and greasy smell made him lick his teeth involuntarily.

He remembered the past.

Before human beings were born, he and his brothers and sisters spent time together on this land.

Back then the Freljord was a wild land.

Ferocious beasts, raging magic, wild nature, each of which makes people yearn for.

Strong winds, lightning, flames, ice and snow...

Everything is full of freedom.

"We call you..."

He propped up his body with tough limbs, and it's time for people to remember the ancient way.It's time for this land to return to its original appearance.

Only those who face nature can live!

Cowardly people should be buried for this land!

……

lax stark.

Night shrouded the hall of Avarosa, and the flames burned gently, providing heat for humans.

The domesticated beast is in the fence, eating the night grass with its head down.

A layer of hard and thick ice is frozen on the surface of the lake, and the bottom is trapped stagnant water, which cannot be stirred by the slightest wave.

Everything looks calm and peaceful.

Braum sat at the door of the Battle Mother Hall, alert to the night attack of the Bearmen, but the night was peaceful.

"Ouch-"

A long howl pierced the silence.

Bron raised his head slightly. He knew this land, and he also knew the creatures on this land.

This is the howl of the Frostwolf.

"Ouch-"

Messy long howls sounded in the forest, one after another, as if they were calling for something.

Braum could even feel their excitement.

[What happened to the beasts? ]

Bron quietly looked into the distance, the moonlight was falling in the forest coldly, and the snow was shining faintly.

Braum was immersed in the night in the North.

But soon he felt the coercion in the air, as well as the restlessness and restlessness in this land.

Like the dullness before the rainstorm, Braum felt that every time he took a breath, the air he inhaled was getting less and less.

A rare irritability rose in my heart.

He stretched out his right hand and touched the ground lightly. There was a tremor in his palm, which came from the ground.

A flash of lightning pierced the night sky.

The long howl of the frost wolf stopped.

In the valley in the distance, there was the sound of dull footsteps, a sound of running from a giant.

There was a faint uneasiness in Braum's eyes.

"Roar--"