let go of my anne

"How do we go up?" Chen Senran hugged little Annie and followed the snowman Nunu into the dark and dry deep cave.

This is an artificial cave dug out of the mountain wall, and it is very wide. From Chen Senran's visual inspection, it is not a problem even if three riders gallop past.

But probably in order to express the piety of the pilgrimage, Nunu did not ride the extremely strong snowman called Prangwe according to Nunu, but chose to walk, walking side by side with Prangwe in the front.

Because it is in the north, the perennial bitter cold has left no trace of water in the cave, and only the ice on the top of the cave is dry.

The cave was very dark, except for the torch in Nunu's hand that could barely illuminate the road ahead, Chen Senran couldn't even see little Annie's face.

He was originally unwilling to bring little Annie with him this time, but the little girl clung to him tightly and wouldn't let go. He considered it for a long time and agreed, after all, it wasn't that safe outside.

It's just that this girl is getting more and more stubborn. Could it be that she has reached puberty?

Chen Senran couldn't help but wanted to see little Annie's eyes clearly again, but the little girl was probably still sulking, she turned her head and buried her little face in his arms, leaving only her pink hair reflected in the ice on the top of the cave Under the firelight, there is a faint brightness.

"Go up." Hearing Chen Senran's question, Nunu didn't look back, answering it as a matter of course.

"Go up?" Chen Senran looked up at that invisible peak in that mountain depression, how could he walk up to such a sharp height.

"Oh, by the way, I remembered, you haven't been there." Nunu seemed to have remembered this at this moment, he touched his head in embarrassment, turned to look at Chen Senran and said, "It's from Go up a road."

"A road?" What kind of road should it be to go straight to the sky?

"That's right, it's a very big and long road, leading directly to the place where God lives." Although Nunu was young and inexperienced, he could hear the unbelief in Chen Senran's words, and he opened his mouth exaggeratedly. He stretched his arms, trying to describe the majesty and breadth of that road, but because of the lack of words, the torch in his hand almost fell to the ground due to the unstable center of gravity.

"In short, it is a very remarkable road." He finally said with a blushing face very seriously.

"Then have you seen God?" Chen Senran looked at the child's serious face, and suddenly wanted to tease him.

"No...no." As soon as Nunu heard this question, he felt a little wilted, but then he waved his arms and said excitedly, "But I have touched that road, I... I have seen the patriarch I walked up the mountain on that road to worship God, I still remember that the road was warm to the touch...I..." He became more and more excited as he spoke, his face became more and more red, under the dim light of the fire, The red ones are a little purple.

"Okay, I believe it." Chen Senran couldn't help laughing, this is really an interesting child.

"You..." Nunu heard that Chen Senran didn't believe him at all. In fact, he could just shut up and take Chen Senran to see him, but the pride of being a snowman made him decide to convince him. Chen Senran believed in this fact and was willing to give up.

Just when he didn't know how to say more convincingly, someone interrupted him.

"Hundreds of years ago, the Freljord fell into a period of chaos. Countless tribes were strangled in the middle of the Freljord. The brutal war forced the Yeti tribe whose ancestors had lived in the middle of the Freljord to Migrating to the east." The speaker was Karthus, who had been following behind Chen Senran and the others like a ghost before, and he didn't speak until then, the reflection of the ice reflected his black veil, and he dragged out his black veil on the ground. A brief afterimage appeared particularly hideous.

Chen Senran didn't speak, he didn't understand the old guy's intention at all, he tried his best to meet the god, if he wanted to do some feat of slaughtering the god, it would be very bad.

Nunu didn't speak anymore, he was obviously a little afraid of Karthus, but when he heard that Karthus seemed to be talking about the story of their Yeti tribe, he pricked up his ears and turned around reluctantly.After all, the patriarch probably didn't know what happened 200 years ago.

"200 years ago, the East Freljord was in the strongest rune storm, and it was snowing all day long, and creatures could not survive at all. After two days of walking eastward, the Snowmen lost nearly a quarter of their population. Clansmen. Some of the snowmen chose to return the same way, preferring to accept the sword rather than die of ice and snow, while more snowmen continued to move forward." Karthus continued to tell seemingly irrelevant stories , he also stopped in his tracks, and began to touch the adventure log rhythmically with his withered palms in heavy gloves, "But the god of fate has never cared for them, until the seventh day, their number has been reduced to the initial one. less than a quarter of that, and the road seems to have come to an end."

What I have to say is that Karthus's storytelling level has improved, and Nunu's breathing is a little short of breath is the best proof.

"They're not dead, right?" Although Nunu survived till the end, those snowmen still survived, otherwise there wouldn't be the current snowman race, but he still asked unconsciously, and he didn't even care about Khalsa anymore. It's terrible.

"Just when the night of the seventh day is about to fall, and the lives of all snowmen will be swallowed up in the darkness." Karthus ignored Nunu at all, and continued to hang his appetite in an orderly manner, "There is a sky-blue brilliance Piercing the whole world at the end of the sky, the snowmen walked along the brilliance, found a warm mountain, and survived."

"That's God's guidance. I heard it from the elders in the clan." Nunu trembled when he heard this, as if at that moment, he also witnessed the dark history of that period of suffering that had passed.

"The Snowmen enshrined the light as a god, and began to look for traces of the god." Karthus stretched out his hand on the rough and dry rock wall, "They dug out this cave in ten years and found the place where the god lived. Mountain, it took more than a hundred years to dig a road, and I met God."

"That is a road full of countless snowman bones, every inch of the land has their flesh and blood." Karthus's story came to an end, and he said the footnote in an aria-like tone, "It is said that you now To touch those icy and snowy steps, and still have the residual warmth of fanaticism." He clearly said the word "warmth", but there was a cloudy air for no reason.

Nunu couldn't help shivering, as if thinking of something, staring blankly at his hand and started to twitch.

Chen Senran also lost his mind for a moment, he could even imagine those fanatical snowmen digging the hard ice with their rough fingers day and night, blood and flesh splattered, exhausted, and buried when they died In the snow, it became one with the steps, and then more snowmen followed.

What kind of sacredness and cruelty is that?

"Let's go." Chen Senran moved his somewhat stiff neck, and found that the little loli in his arms was a little chilly, so he couldn't help hugging her even harder.

Looking for some real lukewarmness.

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