Ark of the Immortal

At the same time, he serves as the dog of the three tribes council and the head of the bounty hunter.

He knows the current strength of Kalan trade better than the old men of the three tribes council.

so far so good.

Fortunately he was on the right track.

Early the next morning, the residents of the Snow Realm gathered in front of the Choosing Shrine at the foot of the Holy Mountain.

They knew something big was going to happen today.

The eldest daughter of the Shivaash family will be a candidate for the saint to undergo the trial and officially start her mountain climbing journey.

And this woman who was born into the Shiva Ash family has already made her preparations.

Wearing thick clothes, with a snow-white felt draped on the outermost side.

Women born into noble families always have an elegant temperament, and this is perfectly reflected in Enya.

She stood at the foot of the holy mountain and looked up at the majestic snow-capped mountains.

Several elders standing beside her were reading the rules of the trial to her.

Of course, Enya has already kept these rules in mind.

What she cared about most at the moment was not the rules.

The elf in the snow turned around and looked around at the citizens who came to watch the ceremony.

No familiar figure was found.

Among the seats in the three-tribe council, the position belonging to Shiva Ash is still vacant at this moment.

Enya turned around, looked at the soles of her feet in front of her, and let out a sigh.

well...

Finally, once the ringing stops for more than one hour, the trial is deemed to have been abandoned.

The elder of Manzhuyuan finished reading the last rule and looked at the girl in front of him.

Enya Shivaash, are you ready to become a saint?

yes.

Enya nodded without hesitation.

I'm fully prepared.

very good.

The elder took off the trial bell placed on the plate from the attendant beside him.

There is a fist-sized trial bell that is very similar to the bell that the undead once obtained, except that there is a gem engraved on the top.

Enya stretched out her hands and took the trial bell.

Several elders stepped aside, revealing a road winding through the cedars.

Take the trial bell, follow God's will, look for his traces, and gain his approval.

So Enya gently shook the bell in her hand.

Jingle bell, jingle bell...

The sound penetrated the walls and crossed the forest.

The crisp and sweet sound of the bell, accompanied by the spell engraved on the trial bell, gradually spread to the entire snow realm.

She nodded slightly, as if seeking guidance from the gods.

The girl raised her slender feet and embarked on the pilgrimage.

The sun just jumped out of the horizon, spreading its dazzling rays onto the earth.

The snowy landscape at this moment is peaceful, accompanied by sunlight and silvery pine trees.

The sound of bells came from afar, injecting a bit of vitality into this silent forest, seeming to wake up the snowflakes and dance with her.

On the other side, hidden in the snow at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, someone shook off the snowflakes accumulated on his body, revealing his gray-white figure.

The bounty hunter on the side also jumped down from the tree and landed in the snow.

They all heard the sweet ringing.

Let's go.

The undead man looked in the direction from which the ringing sound came.

Follow that, Saint.

He couldn't wait any longer.

Will the gods on the snow-capped mountains reveal a corner of the undead's forgotten memories?

83. Endless wind and snow seven thousand

Ding bell-ding bell——

The crisp sound of bells spreads on the mountain path of Kalan Holy Mountain.

Someone took steps and nodded slightly towards the top of the mountain.

The snow-white fur fluttered in the wind behind her, and a small gem hung from the pendant on her forehead, gently swaying.

Ding bell-ding bell——

She shook the bell in her hand, trying to seek the god's eyes, asking him to have mercy on her and look at her.

Enya was walking on the mountain road. She had only walked a fifth of the way, but the sky had already been covered by dark clouds, and the sun could not be seen.

It was already afternoon, and the mountain road became steeper. The closer we got to the top of the mountain, the more difficult it became to walk.

Although no one could be seen along the way, Enya still followed the tradition of the snow realm, nodding every three steps and ringing the bell every five steps.

She knew clearly that there must be manpower from the Three Tribes Council hidden along the entire mountain road. This was to ensure that nothing would go wrong in the election of the saint, and also to ensure that the bell of the saint would always ring through the mountain road.

There were no difficult passages along the entire road, and Enya's breathing was relatively smooth so far.

After all, he was born into a noble family and received education from an early age. Growing up in a snowy environment, the people of Kjerag have sufficient physical strength to cope with the harsh weather environment.

She rang the bell gently, just like when she set out.

The soldiers hiding around the mountain path were behind the big trees, looking through the branches and leaves, staring closely at the girl on the mountain path.

This is their duty. As the inner guards of Manzhuyuan, they ensure that those who become saints must fully fulfill the rules of the trial.

But it was precisely because they focused all their attention on Enya on the mountain path that they ignored the noise behind them.

A black shadow jumped up from the grass, holding a spiral rusty sword in its hand!

laugh...

The long sword pierced the fine armor and shattered his heart.

The moment he felt the pain, the inner guard opened his mouth, intending to scream to alert his companions.

But his throat was crushed by two fingers and he could no longer make any sound.

When he looked to his side in despair, he saw a round thing falling to the ground, making a slight noise in the grass.

It was a head with a dazed look on its face.

Bright red blood stained the ground, and the last of his strength was drained away by the blood pouring out of the wound.

The inner guard lost all the light in his eyes and fell to the ground helplessly.

The long sword inserted in his chest was pulled out of his chest by the gray-white gauntlet, and blood spattered, seeming to merge with the cold and chilling air.

The undead man stood up from the body and looked at Skadi beside him.

Skadi wiped the blood on the sword with the clothes on her inner guard, and she also turned her head to look at the undead man.

What's the number?

The third group. No, hem skirt, inner guard.

The undead man spoke.

Almost every third group, there is one group of people from the Three Tribes Council.

They took action not because of Manzhuyuan, but because of Yinhui and Jiaofeng's instructions.

Those internal guards who are controlled by the three clan councils will wear armor without skirts to show their identity, so that they can easily recognize each other when chasing the saint or escaping for their lives.

In order to make it easier to use less hands when going down the mountain, the undead and Skadi discussed whether to clean up all the way up the mountain. Even if there were any omissions, it would not be so troublesome later.

Just following the saint girl along the way, it can be regarded as fulfilling Yin Hui's instructions to help him take care of Enya along the way.

Skadi glanced at the saint over there who had turned into a smaller body.

Are you sure you don't want to go up first?

the undead asked Skadi.

This is my deal. You don't have to help me.

But I can come in so conveniently because of your help.

Skadi turned her red eyes and looked at the undead, she said.

One code equals another. Although you have helped me, it does not mean that I will be helped by you unilaterally. Since you helped me, I should also help you.

With that said, Skadi lifted the headless body under her again and said.

Although you are extremely powerful in combat, if you want to deal with multiple enemies quietly without causing any noise, it would be more convenient to have one more person to help you.

Thanks.

The undead man thanked Skadi, then picked up the rusty campfire sword in his hand and continued running towards the mountain road.

Skadi hung his sword on his back and followed the pace of the undead.

They did not choose to take the mountain road that was piled with blocks. It would be too conspicuous. There was always only one saint participating in the trial, and there would be no armored monsters or bounty hunters.

Moreover, it would not be convenient for them to find the internal guards who were affiliated with the Council of the Three Tribes.

Therefore, the steep hillside became the path for them to move.

However, the two of them did not slow down because the road on the hillside was difficult. The immortals had traveled on countless roads and experienced jungles and cliffs. As a bounty hunter, Skadi has naturally traveled to countless places.

The mere mountain road was naturally not a problem for the two of them.

The dark clouds in the sky also began to snow lightly at this time. As usual, in the afternoon, the weather will become manic and restless, and after a while, the wind and snow will fall.

After another journey, they were halfway to the mountain road, and the sky completely darkened, sinking into the starlight.

Well, although there are no stars at all in Kjerag, there are only dark clouds and wind and snow.

Enya gritted her teeth as she struggled to fight against the violent wind and snow.

Since the evening, the heavy snow has been like a wild horse running wild, rushing against the sacred mountains and forests with the strong wind.

And Enya, who was walking on the mountain road, had to face the endless wind and snow head-on.

This is a part that she must go through to become a saint. She cannot escape and has no way to escape.

At the same time, Enya could also vaguely see some rotting bodies appearing on both sides of the road from time to time.

They either fell on both sides of the mountain road, or sat cross-legged against the trees.

She knew in her heart that these people were all former saints' chosen ones.

The road to becoming a saint can be said to be very dangerous.

People who give up usually don't insist on walking until here. They turn back before they reach the bottom of the mountain and give up the opportunity to become a saint.

Those who persist will brave the wind and snow, heading all the way towards the divine residence on the top of the mountain.

Among them, some will successfully see the divine dwelling, while others will fall on the roadside because their physical strength is exhausted and they are unable to resist the wind and snow.

Even if you want to rest next to a tree for a while, you will gradually lose your mind and strength due to the extremely low temperature, and become one of those losers.

In other words, once you get here, there is no way back, you can either go forward and gamble on the hope of becoming a saint. Or die and become part of the sacred mountain of Kalan.

However, as night falls, the long night has just begun, and the most difficult moment has already fallen on Enya.