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“The mortal also calls it the Kingdom of Ice,” Jutta looked at the white ice sheet and raised her hand to pick up a snowflake. The snow disappeared in her hands and disappeared: “It’s above the gray world and the shadows. But still part of the lower level. Kingdom of Mist rules the cold Laws, the snow that floats here is not the real snow, but the projection of the shallow water here.”

She pointed to the top of her head: “There is a shallow sea.”

Amandina raises head, only a misty scene, or even the existence of the sky. Jutta seems to be very interesting about her behavior, and started playing with a smile: “You can’t see it, after the Kingdom of Mist and Water Element, after all is two Worlds, because of the lack of Laws, you see here too. Less than the shallow water, you can only see ice and snow.”

“The ultimate seat is here?” Amandina asked.

Jutta shook his head: “I guess Marsha put it in the place where everything was born.”

“A place where everything is born?”

“The light floats on the water, the spirit comes from the water, it is the birthplace of all of your World, and the place where she wakes up,” Jutta – or Dragon of Twilight replied: “But for a few times, I have never I haven’t found it there, it’s like it never existed.”

“Even if you have something you can’t find, Dragon of Twilight.”

“This is normal, because I have lost one of the most important keys. In my capacity, I can’t get the approval of seven Holy Swords.” Jutta replied faintly.

Amandina was silent for a moment before he asked, “Where is the birthplace of everything, right here?”

Jutta shook his head again: “I want its entrance, in the Kingdom of Death – Darkness Element.”

“Then why did you bring me here?”

Jutta turned to look at her: “Because Hem Ghost Realm is indeed bordering the Kingdom of Mist, it is natural that you don’t want to be alarmed by Marsha.”

“Mother Marsha?”

Jutta pulled a dagger from the sheath, as if she had cut a hole in her hand without pain, and she turned her hand and let the blood drip onto the snow. Strange to say, in such cold weather, the blood flowing out of her wrist has no meaning to solidify, and it falls on the white snow a little.

In her eyes, Golden’s rays of light flashed and focused on her own blood, while softly replied: “The wars of the seven eras, we are too familiar with each other. I think she might guess I will As the trail followed, what happened in the stagnation world taught me a lesson, and the woman really didn’t deal with it–“

Amandina frowned: “What are you doing?”

Jutta didn’t answer this question. She stepped forward in the snow and painted a magic formation with blood. The blood in the magic formation seemed to be squirmed by Life, moving closer to the center and gradually connected to each other.

Amandina saw this scene and suddenly understood her plans.

She suddenly struggled and rushed over to stop Jutta’s actions. But the female mercenary commander retreat step, the sabre did not know when it appeared in the left hand, she took the hilt and swept the scabbard and swept it over the belly of Miss Adviser. Amandina only felt a tumult in the belly and turned to the ground. In the snow.

Jutta looked at her, said with a faint smile: “Your Lady Goddess laid a heavy enchantment in Trentheim. I couldn’t penetrate the land sheltered by seven hallowed grounds with the Black Moon. But the so-called The fortress that cannot be overcome is often disintegrated from the inside. You see, everything you do now is nothing but vain.”

Amandina painfully frowns, almost biting a silver tooth, she stared at her in the cold snow, hate remark hair.

The blood in the snow has started to light a little.

……

A place left in the last celebration a few days ago has gradually covered up the snow. The city of Derince is dead. The men have already worn armour and picked up their weapons to fight against Twilight. There is only a depression on the street. There are still a few pieces of tattered cloth floating in the wind.

The brilliance of Magic shines from time to time, and the explosions are coming and going, and the whole city seems to be shaking.

But among the lonely streets, there was a girl who was squatting in the snow, and the whistling wind seemed to stop her enthusiasm. She wore a leather skirt that was common in the peddler in Golan Elson, carrying a backpack, carrying her hands, and playing with the round sneakers on the snowballs in the street, as if they were innocent, left and right. Curiously looked at the scenery around.

“What is this place?”

“Why are you coming here?”

The girl whispered to herself, there is no sentence like she is talking to. Suddenly, she stopped at a certain stop – there was a shop in front, the eaves smashed half in the snow, and the furnishings inside looked like a grocery house, faint, only a candle .