The Spirit World

Chapter 499: Flower of Talon
【Talon】

Yishaer gently picked up the fallen broken wall. Even though she was very careful, she still made some noises, which sounded unusually loud in the quiet corridor. The bandage on her arm was bright red. Although the pain had subsided, blood still seeped out. Next to her was the big man Teval. He gently put down the broken big stone and whispered: "Yisher, you should rest. Let me do it alone!" The male ice troll picked up the stone easily with his huge body, but it was a bit difficult to put it down gently without making a loud noise. He opened and closed his mouth and picked it up and put it down carefully, like a clumsy grizzly bear, dancing a funny and cheerful dance.

Ishaar looked at him with the corners of his mouth rising slightly. He wanted to laugh but couldn't, so he could only shake his head helplessly. If he was allowed to move the stones blocking the corridor without scruples, Teval would probably dig the stones away like a dog seeing bones, digging a path and having a lot of fun. However, Talon's enemies still had no intention of going far. The owner of the black sword seemed to be strolling around Talon leisurely. He didn't dare to make any sound easily in the underground corridor. The special clothes that concealed his breath had been torn apart and given to Teval. Now he just had to find the magical energy to repair the Scepter of Asar and leave Talon quickly.

Before the man in black robe notices!

Ishaar and Tewal moved the rocks that blocked the underground corridor little by little. Finally, some light shone through the cracks in the rocks. The two were very excited and shouted in a low voice: "Great!" Their eyes met, with joy flashing in their eyes. Ishaar looked at Tewal happily from the bottom of his heart. Tewal suddenly felt embarrassed and coughed carefully. Ishaar also reacted, turned his face away, and continued to move the stones away. Tewal followed, but this time no matter how he looked, it seemed that he could only see Ishaar's thin back, but not Ishaar's face. In silence, Tewal's smile was still bright.

The light in the corridor gradually filled up until a medium-sized exit appeared, and then the light began to illuminate the interior of the corridor. The white walls, the vermilion ceiling, the golden gilded patterns, and the murals of auspicious clouds and cranes made the small corridor full of golden and magnificent texture. The two were immediately fascinated by Talon. After a while, Ishar recovered, picked up the Asar Scepter wrapped in cloth, pushed the stunned Twar, and jumped over the dug hole.

"There is light!" Ishaar looked at everything around him in surprise. Star-like blue lights accompanied him on both sides, and that trace of light was also caught by her eyes. Tewal next to him touched that blue light with his hand, but unexpectedly, the light stayed quietly in his hand as if it had a entity, and the light did not pass through his palm. He looked at Ishaar in surprise, and the two looked at each other, their eyes fixed on the blue light.

The solid points of light in the vermilion corridor rose and fell, illuminating the colorful paintings on the ancient walls that were slowly fading away in the darkness.

Yishaer groped her way forward, and the bunny steward named Dada told her that the magic spring was deep in this corridor. The dragon-shaped spring meandered in the sky, and it turned out that it was not connected to the interior of the entire city, nor to the magic spring.

"Strange..." Yishaer seemed to have discovered something different. She looked at the ancient words on the wall and felt so familiar. When Tewal came to her side, she said in surprise: "These words look so familiar..."

"What?" Tewal came close to her and stared closely at the words beside them. Those brightly colored murals had gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes. Moisture and humidity made them a little blurry or even dim. The blue dots of light floated and sank, like guides of this history, telling the people who came here bit by bit that there was a history recorded here, and that was all.

"They do look familiar. These words..." Tewal's voice was a little loud. He realized he should be quiet and coughed lightly in an unnatural manner.

Ishaar looked at him and frowned slightly. Tewal felt a little aggrieved and covered his mouth with his hands.

Well, this big guy is still a little clumsy at this time.

"Hmm... I feel it looks familiar too... But I feel someone is approaching us... We have to leave here quickly and find the magic spring." Ishar ran, looking at the holes they had moved out of behind him. Those holes were smashed down by the broken walls, and now there was only one hole left. It was dark and vast, like a giant mouth that was going to swallow the two of them, and it seemed as if it was going to pounce on them and bite them.

"I feel like I've seen this kind of mural in my dad's room! No! It's not a mural!" Twal followed Ishaar and turned back, but could only see a star-like blue light flashing in the dark hole: "It's a very long scroll! I've seen it before!"

"Scroll?" Ishar looked at the naive Tewal. He would never lie to him.

Tevar's father has a scroll that looks somewhat similar to the mural on Talon's wall?

"Yes! I have seen similar words like this before, on my father's painting!"

Tewal was a little excited. He had never thought that he could help Ishar here. If this could help Ishar, he was excited, but also cautiously looked for Ishar's intention.

Yishaer frowned and ran, looking at the endless paintings in the corridor. She felt that this was totally unbelievable. The road here and the road just now in the cave seemed to be two completely different worlds. The flying clouds and cranes just now turned into words that she could not understand at all here.

This is Talon, so it is understandable that you don’t understand it. The most important thing now seems not to appreciate everything here, but to find the magic spring.

The man in black robe drove huge ferocious beasts and magical beasts to Talon. Talon was wantonly destroyed. She was becoming more and more unclear about her current situation. Her goal was to repair the magic spring of Asar's scepter. She did not have such an intuitive feeling about her own danger. But now, after what Tewal said, she had a premonition that she was involved in an unknown dispute. She knew that she did not need to participate in it. She just needed to go to Talon to achieve her goal.

That is to repair the Scepter of Thrall.

They, the Iceheart Trolls, usually did not have any enemies or grudges. In this icy and snowy land, where could there be so many living creatures? It was difficult to have any enemies or grudges.

So, for now, her clear mind told her that if she finished her job and slipped away, perhaps no one would chase her.

"The most urgent thing! The magic fountain!" Yishaer calmed down and looked at the winding and endless corridor. In fact, she felt a little uneasy. The injuries on her body were not clear, but at least they had been bandaged, so she didn't care so much.

Rumbling, huge vibration sounds were transmitted down from above the corridor. The dust and the occasional cries of ferocious beasts passing by reminded the two people that the environment they were in was extremely dangerous.

This time the ice and snow are even more terrible, freezing people to death.

"Magic Fountain!" Tewal repeated Ishar's words. He now seemed to feel that he was fighting side by side with Ishar, the ice flower of the far north. If it was a ferocious beast, then come on! He would not be afraid anymore!

Suddenly, a furious wind blew from the direction they were running towards, and it seemed as if it was going to knock the two of them over. The wind came so suddenly that the two of them almost fell down. The wall was not easy to hold on to, so they stood sideways, clinging to the wall cleverly. The strong wind, with its piercing ice crystals, rushed straight towards them.

This wind is so cold.

This wind is so sad.

Ishar seemed to be able to sense the sadness of the wind...

Wind...why is it sad?

She watched the ice crystals flying by with curiosity. Tewal wanted to protect her, but he could not withstand the power of the wind.

"Are you okay...Ishar..." Twal shouted with difficulty.

Now, it seemed as if all the caution was in vain, because when the wind blew past, the powerful energy pressure was enough to make them tremble.

"It's okay... We may be attacked from all sides..." Yishaer quickly analyzed the current situation and said, "You feel it, right? There may be extremely powerful enemies at the Magic Spring, and there is also a powerful enemy approaching behind us, but I can't give up the Magic Spring. If the Asar Scepter cannot be repaired, our entire tribe will not be able to survive in this far north. Now, no matter whether you are afraid or not, you must always pay attention to your safety!"

Her eyes were so sincere. They both stood with their backs against the wall, so close to each other. Ishar's current appearance made him ignore her beauty, which made Tevar feel unimaginably ashamed. At this time, Ishar was so calm.

The danger was self-evident. Teval could sense the familiar force behind him. It was the scary black-robed man who drove the Crocodile Chapter away. A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "I will be careful, and you too. Protect yourself!"

Yisha nodded. She certainly understood that all the possible dangers now came from the bond. That is to say, if one of them suffered, the other might also die while trying to rescue him.

"If that's the case, please protect yourself! If I'm in trouble, you must seize any opportunity to escape! If the Asar Scepter cannot be repaired, you must notify everyone and head south!"

Yishaer was even more resolute. At this moment, she looked like someone who had already made arrangements for her funeral. There was no trace of fear in her eyes...

What kind of woman is this, Twar thought...

The corner of his mouth twitched and he wanted to say something, but Ishaar spoke first. She spoke so quickly that it was difficult to hear clearly.

But he did hear it.

"I am the clan leader. I have the obligation to save you. If I tell you to run away, you must run away! Do not hesitate!"

Tewal's words were stuck in his stomach, unable to speak any more. He nodded, and could only nod. He would not ask "what about you" again, because he knew what her answer would be anyway.

At this moment, as if it was God's will, the ice wind disappeared for no reason, just as it came for no reason.

Without looking back, Ishar tapped the ground with the Scepter of Asar, using the force to quickly jump and run. Tevar was stunned for a second, then quickly caught up.

Her back might be covered with bright red blood seeping through the white gauze, but she was so attractive...it made his confidence even stronger.

Run forward! Maybe there is still a chance! Maybe those two forces are hostile forces, and they just need to avoid them to be safe and sound?

With this mentality, Yishar started a game in his heart, and he had to win!

That icy wind of sadness didn't seem to be deliberately revealed to deceive her. It could only be the painful wail of a truly sad person.

What kind of person would that be?
The corridor became narrower and colder. Huge steel rings began to appear on the walls, and huge chains stretched across them. The ice crystals on them exposed the extreme cold that pierced into the bone marrow.

It seems more and more that this terrible place is holding an extremely dangerous criminal.
Are the two gods of Talon the guards of this prison?

It is inevitable that I must avoid getting involved in this dispute.

It was getting darker and darker, and this place was becoming more and more like a cage of ice crystals. The ice crystals wrapped around the chains, which were transformed into bleak dark ice by the dark chains. It wasn't the end yet, but the sound of their breathing was getting louder as they ran. There was no way they could avoid exposing themselves, so they couldn't care less!

The terrifying shadow behind them was getting closer and closer, and the cold in front of them was getting stronger and stronger, so that even though they were sweating profusely, they could feel the cold sweat on their backs.

The ice and sweat produced a wonderful reaction. Ice condensed quickly all over their bodies and then floated down bit by bit, like tiny crystal clear gems.

"Hahaha, Ning Qing! Our first prey! It's about to appear!"

This was a frantic roar, and because it was too evil, it echoed in this narrow corridor, making the two people frightened and scared...

They couldn't stop looking back. Although they didn't see the person who made the sound, the blue lights flickering along the way, constantly interweaving with the strange words in the dark corridor, made this escape more like running into a trap in a cage.

No, this is not a trap, this is their only way to survive.

Fountain of magic!

There is still a glimmer of hope to repair the Scepter of Asar!
"Hahahaha! Haha-haha!" Another voice laughed extremely strangely. There were two voices behind him, which made the crisis even more unclear. Ishar's hands might have trembled a little. Originally, the bell on Asar's scepter was not so loud, but now, that kind of sound was really ringing in the corridor, urging Ishar to pay more attention to what kind of monster was chasing her from behind.

But she also prayed that she would not see it, because if she saw it, it would mean that she would have no chance of escape at all.

Tewal also looked back. The chain had cut a fatal ditch in front of them. The place had collapsed, and the underground was pitch black with no end in sight. The blue light spots were also swallowed up by the ditch and disappeared without a trace.

"What should we do?" Tewal looked at Ishaar. Ishaar stepped on the ground without hesitation and jumped over. The ditch was no longer an obstacle. Ishaar easily crossed the gap. Of course, Tewal could do it too. He looked at the woman who was running for her life frantically even though she was afraid. Her back was so reassuring.

"Follow up quickly!"

Yishaer looked ahead without looking back. There was a faint exit emitting a faint white light.

Twal took one step and jumped over the ditch.

"Understood!" He responded to Ishtar's voice.

But he felt that these words were spoken to himself.

Sometimes, people can't be so hypocritical. Now is the time to run away...

The only way to escape is death...

Who is being pretentious with you?

(End of this chapter)