The continuous reminders made Xia De even more surprised. "Green Blessing" is probably the power left by the tree father. I can't see such a strong death power in Xia De, so I "washed" him a little bit.
And the subsequent perception of so many spirit runes also showed how powerful the ancient gods are. Just a simple blessing can make Xia De almost have eight extra spirit runes.
"Is this a loss or a gain?"
He shook his head, because half an hour counted from the moment the door was opened, so he couldn't delay too long. Feeling the surging and sufficient vitality in his body, Xia De took a step forward.
The white mist dissipated, and the surrounding light immediately weakened. And with the cold wind blowing, Xia De looked up at the night above the valley, at the blood-red moon that seemed to fall in the next moment.
It wasn't a blizzard, and it wasn't the black snow with the curse of instant death. What was floating in the night at this time was the crimson red snow. The ground was completely dyed red, and the red snowflakes as big as goose feathers were still increasing the thickness of the snow under their feet.
The blood-red night was quiet and eerie. Not even the scariest stories could describe such a horrific picture. No matter where you look, you can see the dazzling red, and even the air has a slight smell of blood.
This scene, which is enough to drive crazy ordinary people, is the "red snow" among the four snowing stages in "Deadly Valley". In this weather, the valley will rarely enter the night, and during this period, some strange guests will visit here. Maybe it's a humanoid relic, maybe it's a demon, or something even scarier.
"Except for the safest Xiaoxue, I have experienced all the weather here."
Chixue doesn't have a curse, it just stains clothes, so this time Xia De was not attacked immediately. And in the dark night of this silent valley, the light of the bonfire at the entrance of the library in the distance can be seen more clearly.
Because he opened the key in a hurry, he was still wearing some thin autumn clothes at the moment. The coldness poured into the body with the strong wind, but the exuberant vitality made Xia De not feel how cold it was.
He shielded his face with one hand, bent forward against the snow and walked forward.
How many terrifying things are hidden in this dark night, the whispering elements are enriched around unprecedentedly, even scarier than the rioting narrow room. Xia De didn't dare to light up the light of the silver moon and let the witches come to pick him up, he was afraid that what greeted him would be something else.
Stepping on the crimson snow with one deep foot and one shallow foot, there was a rustling sound from the violent snowflakes. Xia De felt as if he was being stared at by something, but he didn't dare to look around.
After walking more than ten steps, a hoarse voice came from the side:
"Young man, help me."
Flicking to the side from the corner of the eye, an old woman with gray hair, wrinkled face, and scantily clad clothes was lying in the snow and stretched out her hand to Xia De. She looked older than Granny Cassandra, with a hoarse voice and a tired look on her face, it was as if "I was going to die" was written on her face.
[Relic. 】
"She" reminded softly, Xia De nodded, ignored the voice and continued to move forward. But the old woman chased after him persistently, she grabbed Xia De's ankle, the heavy force almost made Xia De think that his right foot had sunk into the ground.
"Young man, help me."
Xia De kept his mouth shut and didn't make any answer. With a **** lift of his right foot, he pulled it out of the boot, and then ran forward with one bare foot:
"Help me, save me~"
The hoarse voice followed closely, as if the old woman with disheveled hair was floating behind. Xia De didn't know what kind of relic it was, let alone guess its characteristics, so he didn't even dare to turn his head to see what was going on behind him.
Soon, half of the distance was passed, and the light of the bonfire in the red snow was getting closer and closer. But another figure appeared in the snow in front of him, it was a standing figure, Xia De saw it after approaching, it was a gentleman with a stiff face, melancholy eyes, wearing a decent black suit and leaning on a cane, with a silver coin hanging on his chest. The badge that looks like a compass:
"Do you need help?"
There was no emotion in the tone of voice, and it was actually the devil language used by Dr. Schneider. Xia De was taken aback, and at the same time regretted that the doctor was not by his side.
He changed his direction and bypassed the weird man, and the persistent voice asking for help behind him disappeared after Xia De saw the man.
During the short journey that followed, Xia De encountered a businessman holding a basket, a woman hiding in the shadows, and a headless little girl. The head balloon in the girl's hand looked like her head.
Xia De could only confirm that the merchant was a relic, but he couldn't tell what the latter two were. Seemingly out of fear and scruples, those strange "people" did not take the initiative to attack Xia De, but tried to communicate with him in various ways, but Xia De avoided them one by one.
Obviously it was only a few minutes away, but when Xia De stepped through the guard ceremony set up by the witches at the door and entered the huge foyer of the Gaddis Library illuminated by the bonfire, he felt that this journey was shorter than the meters he had crossed in the narrow room. The city of Fort De Heil is still struggling.
"Finally back again, huh?"
When the light of the bonfire illuminated Shad, he did not hear the sound of welcoming him. The red dragon witch is still sleeping in the ice coffin by the wall, and the shrine on the pile of old books is shrouded in fire, but beside the bright bonfire, there are no Miss Oranold and Becky Samuel from the Zarath Institute Miss figure.
The huge foyer of the library became more dilapidated than when Shad arrived last time. Not only that, there were even some sword marks and traces of being hit by heavy objects on the wall. Some of the stone bricks were missing from the ceiling, exposing the sunken rock wall behind, and the floor under his feet was full of stones and gravel, as if a fierce battle had taken place here.
After hesitating for a while, he first walked to the ice coffin to confirm that Miss Fiona Drago was still asleep, and then came to the bonfire. The flame was still so warm, but the yellow circle suspended above the flame The moon is gone.
"Where did they go?"
The luggage by the campfire and the supplies Shade brought last time are still there, but a lot has been consumed. In addition, there was an extra stone platform with five grooves, which should be the altar where the "Book of Nameless Sacrifice" was sealed, but he found no clues such as the notes left by the witches.
In the shadow of the campfire, Shad came across some trampled blood. He didn't bother to collect the bloodstains, but took out a wine bottle from his pocket:
"Blood brew!"
The blood flew into the mouth of the bottle automatically, and Xia De hastily blocked the mouth of the bottle with a stopper. After shaking it a few times, I found that there was very little liquid inside, but there was still a very faint aroma of wine when the cork was removed.
Using spells to pull out those "blood brews" drop by drop, he raised his head and let them drip into his eyes. Sure enough, very faint red traces appeared in the air, and those bright traces indicated that the witches had gone deep into the library ruins.
Valley Naan
Originally, I was worried that most of the half an hour this time would be spent looking for the witches, but after leaving the hall and turning a corner along the damaged ruins corridor, I saw a faint flame. I hurried over and found that the end of the corridor was a dead end because of the collapse. If I want to move on, I can only go through the hole in the wall on the side.
In front of the collapse, Miss Samuel sat next to a glass bottle containing a small fireball, sweating profusely, facing a scrawny guy in a black robe.
Miss Olanode was lying on the other side of the bottle, covered with her black cloak, with her eyes tightly closed and motionless.
Hearing footsteps, Miss Samuel immediately turned her head and saw Shad coming with a bonfire in hand. She shook her head to signal Xia De not to approach, and Xia De also realized that the guy in the black robe was a humanoid relic.
"Miss Olanode is in a coma? What's the matter with the current situation?"
He stopped hesitantly, but then walked forward again. After getting closer, I found that between Miss Samuel and the man in black, there were three parallel cards. The cards were a circle larger than the Rhodes cards. It seemed that the back was facing up, and the patterns were all khaki question marks.
The man in black robe has a sallow face and a bald head. After Xia De approached, he looked at Xia De:
"Do you want to join in too?"
The voice of the other party was very weird, like the belly of a reptile rubbing against the sand. Being watched by him, the mental pressure is immediately revealed, and the opponent's level will not be lower than the sage level.
"What rules?"
"I am a fortuneteller, three sets of cards, three cards in each set, choose one for fortune-telling. This lady has reached the last set, if you want, you can replace her"
"Don't replace me, if you choose wrong, you will be cursed by fate!"
Miss Samuel hurriedly stopped him, but Xia De still sat down, and he didn't have so much time to waste. There are many things to do this time, not only to liberate the "Book of Nameless Sacrifice", and then continue the unfinished story from last time, but also to learn from the witches the skills that allowed him to defeat Joey Barton.
"I will choose the last one for her, but I don't think you are a fortune teller, this is obviously a gambling card."
He shoved the torch in his hand to Miss Samuel, and the witch wearing glasses looked very haggard under the firelight.
"Is it one of three?"
he confirmed.
"Yes, choose one of the three, but since you are choosing cards for others, if you choose a card that indicates bad luck, everyone will be plagued by bad luck."
Xia De snorted, squinted his eyes and looked at the three cards in front of him, opened his right hand and swept over the three cards, looking very professional, but actually felt nothing:
"This one."
He pointed to the one on the left, and without waiting for a reaction, he turned it over. But there was nothing on that card, it was a blank card.
"What's the meaning?"
Xia De asked, and the fortune-telling man in black robe reached out and took back the card:
"You're lucky."
He stood up, stepped back into the shadows that the firelight failed to illuminate, and disappeared.
"What's happening here?"
"The black snow turned into red snow without any warning at all. Britney and I have encountered this situation countless times. This is even scarier than what is written in the school materials."
Miss Samuel said softly, seeing Xia De looking at Miss Olan Nord, she said again:
"We encountered a demon. Although we temporarily repelled it, we no longer have the strength to fight again, so we had to temporarily leave the hall and hide here. But then, some terrible things came again"
She suddenly covered her head:
"Sorry, I can't even recall what the **** it was. Britney was unconscious, but there were no injuries and I couldn't wake her up."
Xia De handed Miss Samuel some water~www.mtlnovel.com~ and reached out to hold Miss Olan Nord's hand. The palm is soft and still warm, but the "false immortality" can't work:
"What can you feel?"
[Wait a moment. This half-elf's soul is corrupting, and she must be treated as soon as possible. 】
"Soul corruption? This is not a simple injury."
Shad told Miss Samuel the result, and then proposed:
"Let's go back to the bonfire first. The demon you mentioned has left. When I came from the fire just now, it was safe there."
He helped Miss Samuel up, and seeing that she was not in good condition, he bent down again, and took the initiative to hug the unconscious Miss Olanode. Although the height of this witch with elven blood was only a little shorter than Shade's, her weight was surprisingly light.
Miss Samuel took the little bottle containing the flame, and held the torch to light in front of them, and they returned to the bonfire in the hall together.