Several ice sculptures were either sitting or lying in the snow, men and women, their faces were stiff and hollow, their almost frozen gaze looked straight into the sky, showing no signs of life from within. Freya passed by these ice sculptures with some sadness, silently stroking their cold eyelids with her hand.
As the scout had said before, Emerald and Anika had no visible wounds, their skin was gray and white, lost moisture and was tightened. The bodies of the war horses kneeling beneath them were covered with ice and snow as well. Just by looking at it, it seemed like they were frozen to death normally, but it was impossible for five or six people to be coincidentally frozen to death together. Not to mention that Anika and Emerald were both Gold-ranked warriors, this low temperature should have no effect on them at all.
Freya noticed the empty-looking eyes of Emerald and Anika. In her memory, there was one type of death that the dead would have such looking eyes, that is, getting one’s temperature taken away by the ghost; thinking of this, she suddenly remembered the night escaping from Riedon, when B used the white stag to lead the way for them.
That humid night, when the majestic creature emitting a fluorescent white light opened the way through the woodlands. But what she remembered most vividly were those who died at the hands of the ghosts, pale and sweated profusely, who were also with such an empty look, as if they had lost their souls.
Freya looked up, somewhat alertly. She and the team were already in the middle of a silver-gray forest, with the whistling snowy wind blowing through the bare branches, making eerie sounds, like monsters whistling between the woodlands.
“It’s the ghosts, the spirits in the forests consume people’s souls. This forest must be their territory, we have to get out of here as soon as possible.” One of Kirrlutzian knights, a dark-skinned young man said somewhat nervously, “I used to hear the legends of them from the old man when I was a kid, that no one can kill them, and once we get caught up in them, we’re dead.”
“Enough, Rollo, you are a Gold-ranked warrior, not many of those ghosts are your opponent. If they come, we can avenge for Emerald and Anika!” The knight called Alea replied with some impatience, he turned back to Freya and asked, “Miss Freya, do you think there could really be ghosts in this forest?” ‘Lord Commander’ was changed to ‘Miss Freya’, as Freya had won the trust of every Kirrlutzian present, and trust was the basis of cooperation.
“Anika and you are similar, they died without any signs, so what can you do?” Rollo asked, unrelentingly, staring at him.
“So we should just tuck our tails and run away? That’s enough, don’t mention Anika to me, it only makes me angry. Rollo, don’t make me look down on you!” Alea replied extremely angrily.
“Alea, shut up, is this how you speak to your companion?” Little Pero finally could not h
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