"I think I should go ask my father." Jelann looked at the black hardwood cube in front of him, frowning slightly. Even with his extraordinary strength, he couldn't tell what was hidden inside. This was a bit dangerous.
"Blood, yes, blood." One of the younger brothers seemed to remember something. He happily wiped a little blood from his ankle and then pressed it in the center of the griffin pattern.
"No, it's not that easy to open..." One of them smiled and shook his head, but suddenly his mouth seemed to be stuck and he stared blankly ahead.
The originally tightly sealed cube suddenly made a slight sound, and the chirping of birds and insects in the surrounding forest suddenly became quiet, as if their throats were being strangled by an invisible creature.
The world became extremely quiet.
In Jelann's extraordinary perception, a cold breath mixed with decaying dust emanated from the coffin, intimidating him, as if some giant beast was lying in front of him, making him dare not act rashly.
Then the three of them watched as the coffin opened a tiny crack, and strands of white hair emerged from it. These hairs seemed to have life, spreading around, gradually covering the earth, wrapping around the tree trunks, blocking the sky, and hanging down from above.
The originally bright earth pit became extremely dim, as if it had darkened, and in the shocked eyes of the three people, the coffin gradually opened and slid down, revealing the sleeping figure inside.
With pure white hair, pure white dress, pure white eyebrows and pure white eyelashes, the sleeping girl looked to be only about 15 years old, thin and weak, with skin as white as flawless marble.
When she slowly opened her eyes, Jelann seemed to see an illusion. The pure white hair in her vision broke off and turned into white rocks, and the originally messy and ordinary earth pit was transformed into a solemn and beautiful marble palace, neat and sacred.
The curved stairs formed step by step, surrounding the black coffin. Then the pure white girl slowly floated up and gently fell down. Her bare feet stepped on the white stairs, and its color seemed to be the same as the environment.
"I am the witch of the Holy White Stone, Imitation Huasilin. Are you the descendants of Oslin?"
The Holy Lion of Bravery, Oslin, was a hero thousands of years ago. He led the mountain people during the Chaos Disaster, defended the dangerous fortress, and saved countless people. He later died of exhaustion and was buried in the Tomb of the Holy Archbishop. He was posthumously canonized as a saint. He was also the ancestor of the Salus family and the origin of the Griffin Duchy.
"Exactly."
The three of them slowly crouched down in front of the girl, and the voice from holiness and rock descended and wrapped around them.
"May you be like the carved holy white lion, fearless of swords, spears, halberds, cold winds, and raging fires, until you achieve glorious victory."
The ancient witch's power, like a blessing and a curse, slowly fell upon her.
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In the far north, a wilderness with thousands of snowflakes flying.
The undulating sea of reeds was covered with white snow, swaying in the relentless cold wind. The place where the lake once rippling had turned into a piece of solid ice.
Figures dressed in black clothes and robes advanced on the land. They gradually formed an extremely large circular array, like a complex and mysterious ancient pattern, surrounding the open space. Then, they raised their staffs and pointed them to the sky.
Under the gray sky, snowflakes fell into the eyes of these people, melted into cold water, and flowed into their warm necks.
"Following the ancient oath, the Black Feathered Prophet who roams the heavens and the earth, we, the Grey Winged Clan, will call upon you once again. The promised time has arrived."
Accompanied by the silent cries of thousands of necromancer mages, the tremors from the soul resounded throughout the earth, and the intense necromancy magic power wandered and gathered in the cold wind, forming a violent eye of the storm.
Then, hoarse cries came from all directions, and pairs of black wings covered the sky. These gray-black ravens made frightened cries and circled and gathered under the sky.
They flew through the icy wind and clouds, layers of frost gradually condensing on their wings, but they never stopped, constantly flying upwards, as if trying to break through the thick clouds covering the sky, circling upwards in the sky.
As the terrifying magic power gathered in the strong wind, the necromancers stared ahead in the cold wind, their hoodies fluttering in the wind.
That special and icy magic was colder than the north wind and more severe than frost, constantly sweeping across the open space in the center.
There, the originally dry and cold ice began to crack, making a crisp tearing sound, and then collapsed piece by piece, and a huge pit with a diameter of several kilometers gradually formed on the ground.
The rock-hard ice and soil were picked up by the storm and flew continuously into the sky, while the ice and frozen soil below gradually turned into debris.
Ice cracking
Ice cracking
An unknown amount of time passed, but these necromancers looked at the hole below like statues, and a giant inverted cone-shaped hole gradually formed below.
Finally, the last piece of frozen soil and ice was torn apart, revealing the deep blue crystals underneath. A woman in a blue-black robe was lying twisted inside.
With a crackling sound, the deep blue ice crystals turned into powder and dissipated in the cold wind.
The sleeping prophetess gradually opened her eyes, and then slowly floated up surrounded by thousands of crows.
"Welcome back, Her Majesty, Goddess of the Wise-Eyed Crow."
Under the gray sky, the circling gray crows finally tore apart the thick dark clouds. Rays of sunlight passed through the clouds and shone on the white earth. The cold wind finally stopped, and the world gradually became warmer.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, the hooded prophetess sat on a tree stump, gazing at the world like a raven, while below her, wizards in black robes bowed and followed her guidance.
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