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Chapter 1873 Blood and Fire, Snow and Ice
Above the nine heavens, amidst the storm.

Gu Xiaobai caressed the dagger with his left hand, and raised the "Peter the Great's Saber" high in his right hand.

The steady stream of energy was input by him into the storm above his head, and then it turned into a flurry of snow,
The stage skill "Frozen Illusion" actually does not require a specific medium or props when used, but Gu Xiaobai is used to using it with a weapon.

Helps him to control the power and range of "The Frozen Void".

And this time, he decided to use the "Peter the Great's Saber" to use this skill.

Because this is an agreement between him and someone.

When Sashkas delivered the dagger to him a few days ago, when he saw that sentence, an impulse could no longer be suppressed.

The approach of the three Baltic countries obviously pushed behind his impulse.

Until now.

Gu Xiaobai looked down from high in the sky, looking at the land and ocean that were gradually frozen, he also showed a smug smile: "Peter, have you seen it? How could I lose!"

Isn't that the conquest of the Baltic Sea?What's the big deal?

What you can do, I can do too.

But after these words, Gu Xiaobai suddenly realized.

Peter, he couldn't see it.

Because he had already died on a certain night 300 years ago...

Gu Xiaobai, who realized this, felt that his heart seemed to be pinched by some force.

The throbbing was terrible.

This kind of throbbing pain is like when he saw the blind uncle fall from the cliff, watched Hua Zhongjun on the coast getting smaller and smaller, and watched the little moth disappear at the end of the long street...

In this world, there seems to be only parting forever.

Gu Xiaobai closed his eyes, and the "Flying Sword" under his feet suddenly shot upwards.

Like a bolt of lightning, it pierced through the storm and went straight to the sky.

The high-speed rotating terrifying storm, like a terrifying black pillar penetrating the sky and the earth, reaches down to the sea surface, and goes up to tens of thousands of meters in the sky, directly to the stratosphere.

And Gu Xiaobai and his flying sword were in the center of the storm, going upstream, being torn, beaten, drawn in and thrown out in the violent air current.

But Feijian still tenaciously flew towards the sky.

Until his eyes suddenly lit up.

The storm has been thrown below him.

High above the stratosphere, Gu Xiaobai stood on the flying sword, looking down.

A huge "top" covered most of the Baltic Sea, spinning continuously, throwing out endless wind and snow, completely swallowing the nearby land and sea.

Three countries and one sea groaned and struggled under his lust.

Aggression or resistance, good or evil, rise or fall, independence or conquest.

Gu Xiaobai, who traveled through time and space for thousands of years, has seen too much.

Sometimes he is delicate and sensitive, like an artist, and sometimes he is like a weather-beaten old man, who has long been used to looking at everything from a bird's-eye view.

There are countries and places that seem destined to be conquered, sometimes by Sweden, sometimes by Russia.

And the same conquest, some people use blood and fire.

Some people use snow and ice.

Gu Xiaobai bowed his head, an erhu flashed in his left hand.

The snow-white erhu "Wuming" appeared in the hands of Gu Xiaobai.

Then he pulled lightly with his right hand.

A transparent silk thread that radiated light seemed to be pulled out of the heaven and earth by him, appearing in his right hand.

Gu Xiaobai lowered his head and lightly folded his hands together, as if he had his own spirituality, this silk string has automatically replaced the thicker one of the two erhu strings.

Gu Xiaobai drew the bow with his right hand.

In the thin stratosphere, under the roar of the storm, the vibrating sound of the erhu seemed inaudible.

In Rigana's press conference hall with a transparent glass dome and curtain wall, the impassioned politicians just now watched the snowflakes in the sky fluttering down.

For some reason, the snowflakes that were falling indiscriminately began to gather in certain places as if they were being guided.

The fluttering snowflakes had already covered the buildings a few blocks away, but in this block, there were only sporadic bits that barely covered the ground, and then were swept away by the strong wind without being seen at all.

Suddenly, a faint blue light shot down from the sky and shone on the top of the dome.

The blue light, like a beam of blue laser light, seems to have an entity.

A strange music sounded in the hall.

It sounded a bit like a violin, some kind of stringed instrument.

But most of you here have never heard of it.

But its overtones are even lower than the cello's sound.

The sound shook the dome of the hall and the glass curtain wall.

It is obviously just a melody, but it shakes everything, making everything become its accompaniment.

Standing in the hall, listening to the sound of music that seems to be coming from all directions, people can't help being crazy.

what is this?
In this world, is there really such music?
Isn't that the Storm's own song?

Obviously, the storm is raging outside the window.

Close your eyes, but you seem to see the golden light shining in the Baltic Sea in the sun, Yang Fan's merchant ship tilting under the wind, the busy workers on the dock, and a majestic port city.

Tranquil and beautiful.

But inexplicably sad.

It seems that it is just a picture scroll reflected on the sea surface, which has long since disappeared in the long time.

Even just a wave of the waves can completely shred this picture.

Inexplicably, this music seems to have affected the storm. Looking up from below along the blue light beam, there seems to be a hole in the sky. Around that ray of blue light, there seems to be a hole leading to heaven. The passage leads to the endless high sky.

And that huge hole became bigger and bigger, until the sunlight passed through the hole and sprinkled on the hall with the glass dome.

The whales hovering in the air were attracted by the sunlight, and circled and flew around the rising pillar of sunlight.

Like in a lotus pond, fish are playing in the beams of light between the lotus leaves.

"It's Gu Xiaobai! It must be Gu Xiaobai! Gu Xiaobai manipulated the storm to attack us! This is his music!"

On the podium, the politician shouted loudly.

No one spoke under the stage.

Is it possible for humans to manipulate such storms?
But what is that music?
If it was Gu Xiaobai, would he have really manipulated the storm?
Why does the storm appear at the same time as this group of flying whales?
But the storm gradually dissipated.

Come and go quickly.

In just over half an hour, the storm went from raging to disappearing.

In the sky, the storm had dissipated, leaving only clouds, which turned from black to white, floating quietly in the sky, as if nothing had happened.

On the ground, in the press hall, the politician stared at the sky dumbfounded.

The blue strings are still there, pointing straight to the sky.

At the end of the blue string, in the sky, there is a little white light, reflecting the sunlight, twinkling like stars.

Someone stared at the sky with a super powerful telescope and finally discovered what it was.

A flying sword, a boy, and a pure white musical instrument.

Facing the earth and the Baltic Sea after the storm, he played with ecstasy.

It's just that this music is no longer peaceful, but full of passion and chill.

It was as if a fire ignited the surface of the sea, and the explosion tore the picture scroll.

There are vague gunshots and horses neighing, human voices shouting, intertwining of blood and fire, and the whirl of death.

And then, a bone-piercing chill hit, covering this world of death and blood and fire, erasing everything on the ground...

Just listening to the music, it seems that one can feel a biting cold.

In the conference room, politicians, journalists, and audience listened blankly.

Shocked by a mighty force beyond human beings.

They looked up.

Did Gu Xiaobai bring the storm?

Or did Gu Xiaobai dispel the storm and save them?

Why does he want to play this music in this sky?

Who is this song for?
The two trainer planes from the three Baltic countries that took off to intercept before, but in order to desperately escape the storm, flew out of the range of the storm and finally dared to fly back.

They gazed in disbelief at the completely frozen Gulf of Riga.

Just half an hour ago, it was still shimmering here, but now it is white.

The thick layer of ice closed the pier and frozen the ships, like a doomsday scene in a sci-fi blockbuster.

"My God, what happened here!"

"Has the storm that frozen the NATO fleet also come to the Baltic Sea?"

"Is this God's punishment? Or what?"

"No, this is Gu Xiaobai's punishment..."

The two planes flew back above the city of Riga with some hesitation, but they couldn't find a place to land.

The airport has long been frozen, and the city of Riga is covered with snow, but not all places are covered with snow.

"What is that? A painting?"

"Is it still a line?"

The two pilots were discussing, craned their necks and looked down.

It's as if someone used a huge finger to draw staggered marks on the snow.

It didn't look very real from a distance, but there was no place to land in Riga at this time, and they were running out of fuel, so they had to fly away.

At this moment, Gu Xiaobai's music finally ended, Gu Xiaobai turned his head, and Feijian turned his head and shot into the distance.

The erhu in his hand shook slightly, and a shock wave was transmitted down.

There was a humming sound, and the glass dome burst with a loud "boom", and the originally beautiful press hall instantly turned into ruins.

The glowing ice-blue silk thread quickly retracted into the sky.

In the release hall, there were screams, shouts, and curses, and it was a mess.

Not far away, at Riga Airport, dozens of flying whales slowly landed on the snow-covered airport. Several people in backpacks flew down, and the voice of the loudspeaker sounded:
"Passengers going to Sea Dragon Palace, please show your ticket, we will take you out of Riga to Sea Dragon Palace..."

In the terminal building, those passengers who were originally rejected came out suspiciously, stepped on the knee-deep snow on the ground, walked a few steps forward, and saw a backpack flying over.

"Are you in the audience on this 'King of the Ice Fields' tour, sir?"

The people inside the backpack are polite and polite.

After getting an affirmative answer and checking the ticket, the man turned around and beckoned, and pressed something on his wrist. With a sound like a whale chirping, several whales flying in the air moved in this direction Gathered over.

"Please board your aircraft, sir, and I wish you a pleasant journey."

At the airport, hundreds of people boarded dozens of flying whales one after another.

And there were even more people who came out of the terminal building and watched this scene in a daze.

There were also people who tried to sneak into the team and board the aircraft, but were seen through and kicked off.

A group of dozens of whales took to the air again, and flew away into the distance, shaking their heads and wagging their tails.

The audience felt like they were in a dream.

As they climbed higher, suddenly some passengers noticed something was wrong.

"What's that?" The passenger pointed down.

The various houses and buildings criss-crossing make it difficult to recognize the written text.

Only by looking directly over Riga can one see what is written there.

It was one line in Russian.

As the three Baltic countries deeply influenced by Russia and the Soviet Union, although they hate Russia from the bottom of their hearts, they have a very high rate of Russian language penetration.

The Russian phrase reads: "I'm coming too, do you see that, Peter?"

……

300 years ago, Riga, on the Baltic side.

The fortifications of Riga City, which once rejected Peter the Great, became the palace of Peter the Great.

The flames of war have been extinguished, but the smell of burning is still in the air.

The night was dark again, and after a day's hard work, the city had gradually extinguished the spreading flames and washed away the flowing blood.

The people also gradually calmed down from their panic and began to accept this reality.

Riga, already conquered, changed masters.

Living in this fortification was not comfortable, but apparently Peter didn't care about that.

This building, which symbolized his success in revenge, brought him psychological pleasure far more than a little physical inconvenience.

Moreover, Peter, who followed the army to fight north and south, is not a hypocritical person.

He opened the window on the side facing the coast, and fell asleep peacefully outside of the sea breeze.

Until a faint sound of music came.

Peter the Great lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, rushed to the window, and stared into the distance.

In the distance, the Baltic Sea sparkles under the moonlight, and nearby, ships with lowered sails are shaking gently in the port.

"Did you hear that? The sound of the erhu!" Peter asked the guard's servant.

The servant shook his head blankly.

What erhu sound?

Peter looked out of the window, at this time the moon was descending to the horizon not far above, on a stone pier in the port, a figure stood between the moon and Peter's window, a bright blue light was dancing in his hand .

The soft music floats from afar along the wind, which is hard to hear clearly.

"Xiaobai? Xiaobai! I heard it!" Peter shouted out of the window: "Xiaobai! Xiaobai!"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" Peter the Great was suddenly shaken awake, "You are dreaming, and you are yelling!"

Peter turned and rushed to the window.

The moon was sinking not far above the horizon, shining on the stone pier above the harbor.

A group of bright blue light is disappearing.

(End of this chapter)