Runeland: My Cold Fox Chinese version of the game

Chapter 300

The indescribable and indescribable watcher slowly cast his eyes towards the huge rift in the sky.

Then, countless thick and twisted arms were like deadly chains.

They violently hit the solid barriers of the Howling Abyss in an almost crazy manner, and then firmly embedded in the ice.

The behemoth began to climb up slowly and arduously, as if it had not yet fully adapted to the various rules of the material world, so its movements seemed a little slow.

As time passed, its movements became faster and faster.

When it raised its head again, the flashing light in the purple eye happened to meet Lissandra's blind gaze.

A deafening, indescribable terrifying sound came from its huge body.

It seemed to be issuing a stern warning to the person who betrayed it, and the sound was full of endless anger and resentment.

Or perhaps it was conveying unknown information to its companions in the Hall of Nine Saints behind it, which was connected to the entrance to the material world.

"Only one watcher came out... and it seems to be the master who made the deal with me..."

It was not the first time that Lissandra saw these creepy deformed creatures with her own eyes, but she still couldn't help but feel an indescribable fear and panic in her heart.

"It's useless! The Nine Halls will never be breached so easily! I'm afraid you are the only one who can escape!"

Lissandra took a deep breath, stabilized her emotions, and then resolutely stretched out her hands.

Countless black ice instantly wrapped around her hands, emitting a biting cold.

Then, a huge magic storm swept in, covering the entire area.

Accompanied by the roar of the ice layer on the ground, more than a dozen giant sarcophagi made of black ice began to rise slowly above the Howling Abyss, and finally stopped steadily beside Lissandra.

These sarcophagi all exuded a mysterious and terrifying atmosphere, which made people shudder.

These sarcophagi stand there like giant beasts, each one is eight or nine meters high, as if piercing the sky, giving people an unspeakable sense of oppression.

The breath they exude makes people feel terrified, as if there is some unknown danger hidden in it.

Through the hazy light, you can vaguely see the terrifying creatures sealed by ice inside the coffin.

These creatures are huge and emit a biting cold, which makes people think of the giant beasts in ancient times.

This is a troll, this kind of creature is undoubtedly the real darling of Freljord.

In ancient times, even before the three sisters were born, the trolls were the masters of this continent.

At that time, humans could only survive in the face of the powerful power of the trolls.

Compared with the Yeti tribe, the trolls are more numerous; and compared with ordinary humans, some of them have the terrifying power to easily tear humans apart.

However, the only drawback is that the trolls' brains are not fully developed, which makes them often do extremely stupid things and even get sick inexplicably.

Despite this, they are still terrifying.

It was only in the subsequent large-scale group battle that humans defeated the trolls with wisdom and strategy, and defeated and dispersed them.

However, in the long passage of time, there will always be some outliers among the trolls - those who are gifted and stand out from the crowd, with both brains and strength.

The elites among these trolls are much taller than ordinary trolls, as if a group of small giants are in an ice tomb.

They exude a chilling aura that makes people dare not look directly at them.

Their power is so strong that it is unbelievable, as if they have gathered the essence of the entire race that has been accumulated over countless years.

You know, the current troll king is just a behemoth of five meters in height.

However, among the batch of black ice coffins summoned by Lissandra, seven meters seems to be just the most basic threshold.

There is no individual shorter than seven meters here.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Lissandra gently caressed each ice coffin, and the originally black and twisted ice seemed to be freed, and was covered with fine cracks in an instant.

At the same time, the air around Lissandra became extremely cold in the blink of an eye, even to the point where even living things could not survive.

Accompanied by a crisp sound, a tall and terrifying figure escaped from the broken ice.

Each troll looked hideous and terrifying, and was covered with a layer of hard ice. The dark and strange frost air rolled and flowed on their bodies.

The watcher ghost Gregor knelt at Lissandra's feet in fear, his body trembling involuntarily, his eyes fixed on the scene in front of him.Everything that happened.

He had witnessed those horrifying frost slaves with his own eyes and knew how terrible they were.

In Freljord, countless people who called themselves queens died at the hands of these terrifying creatures.

However, now these powerful beings only follow Lissandra's lead. There is no doubt that she is the real master who controls everything.

I saw those figures rushing towards the Bridge of Sorrow in the Howling Abyss like lightning, and quickly formed a formation, like an indestructible fortress.

Driven by Lissandra's strong will, they were ready for battle, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Suddenly, a loud noise that shook the earth came, and the Void Watcher--

The strange giant beast that seemed to be able to devour the entire world, broke through the air from the deep and endless Howling Abyss.

"I am the Ice Bloodline!"

"This is the power of the Ice Vein!"

Lissandra's voice was cold and majestic, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell, which made people shudder.

As her voice fell, an unparalleled ice vein power suddenly erupted.

On the cliff of the Howling Abyss, under her feet was the ice stone formation that Lissandra had arranged in advance.

Thousands of huge black ice pillars like coffins broke out of the ground, with mysterious black runes flashing on them.

These runes continuously emitted light, and the ice pillars soared into the sky above the snow-covered ground.

Those were all black ice!

Countless huge black ice pillars were like sharp spikes piercing the sky, with unparalleled momentum, rushing straight towards the terrifying existence that wanted to devour the entire world and even the plane reality.

At this moment, Lissandra was opening her arms, and the ice mask that originally covered her face had fallen off at some point.

Her black and shiny hair fluttered in the wind, but it just covered her face, making it impossible to see her full appearance.

The hideous scar and hollow eye sockets were faintly visible between her hair.

There is no doubt that Lissandra is now extremely terrified!

The size of the Watcher rising into the sky is even larger than a majestic mountain.

They have the terrifying power to devour gravity and time!

Out of deep fear of the unknown, and the more she knows, the more she feels insignificant and powerless.

Lissandra has always been cautiously appeasing the giant beast hidden under this icy land, using her unique magical spells to steal other people's dreams to appease it.

However, when she really needs to face this behemoth, she will feel the suffocating despair, and the pressure it brings is enough to destroy everything in the world.

...

"What on earth is that?"

"My heart is about to jump out of my throat!"

"The saint is over there!"

"She will never fail, just like in the ancient times!"

"I hope so..."

"What on earth happened to this world? Is it really going to be destroyed?"

"Impossible! All this is just an illusion!"

At this moment, a huge crack suddenly appeared in the sky.

Then, a creepy nothingness gushed out from the crack.

The terrifying existence that broke out of the abyss seemed to have the power to devour the entire world, instantly attracting the attention of everyone in the area.

The Drakrons of the Frostguard tribe all stood in amazement on the Frostguard Fortress in the distance, looking at the observer who was gradually revealing his material form from afar.

Its huge body covered the entire sky, and the pressure it exuded made people breathless.

Even though these Drakrons were the most devout followers of Lissandra, their faith in her had reached a fanatical level.

But facing such a terrifying existence, they still couldn't help but have a little doubt in their hearts:

Was the saint they believed in really capable of resisting such a terrible enemy in advance?

Some people even collapsed mentally under the faint purple light.

...

"Retreat!"

Accompanied by Lissandra's roar and her unwavering determination when casting spells, the frost slaves who were originally trembling and hesitant also roared loudly.

After special transformation, their bodies have stronger resistance and are not easily affected and decomposed by the corrupt power of the void.

This group of ferocious and fearless guys charged towards the terrifying body of the monitor without fear.

At this moment, Lissandra was the first line of defense on this ice and snow land.

Ghost Gregor suddenly fell into a trance, as if he had witnessed Lissandra, one of the three respected kings, again.This immortal being is like a bright pearl suspended above the dome of the Howling Abyss, with her flowing hair reaching up to the sky and connecting to the horizon.

Her eyes are clear and bright, as blue as crystal, shining with the mysterious power from heaven.

At this moment, she is incomparably beautiful, like a sacred goddess!

Those thousands of icicles towering into the clouds and reaching the sky are the symbol of Lissandra's firm will.

The huge black icicles of Usu fell on the huge body of the Watcher with the force of thunder.

The countless indescribable purple lights emitted by the Watcher are like a powerful radiation wave, spreading rapidly and changing everything around.

Countless icicles instantly turned into ice crystals under the pressure of this terrifying existence, but the endless ice surged forward like a tide.

The black ice continued to freeze, destroy and freeze...

Lissandra, she was trying her best to push the scorching sun back below the horizon.

However, the purple-black fireball was unwilling to be subdued. It struggled desperately and tried to rise again.

The terrible alien energy burned the goddess's fingers like a flame.

"Freeze!"

"Bury!"

"Feel the extreme ice!"

Endless black ice tombs gradually rose.