MTL - The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich-Chapter 805 Northland with only one person

The snow flakes fall, the snow covers the ground quickly, just like a naughty child waving a crayon, the whole world turns white.

The breath of the breath was white, and I looked at everything in front of me, and the sprawling mountains were all white.

When I pulled the sword, the whole world became like this.

Innocent snow spreads to the end of the horizon, frozen waterfalls hang over the icy lake, and the distant snow-capped mountains look like backgrounds, but feel close by.

"Eliza.........Hellois?"

The strange sense of space replaced my worldview. When the whole world was left with me, everything was calm.

It’s so quiet, so cold, so I’m not used to the world where there is nothing.

Step out, only stepping into the sound of snow.

"anyone there?!"

My yelling, got back to "someone?" reverberating in the snowy mountains.

I tried to guard against such a world, but I was always unable to concentrate. The instinct told me that there is no danger here. There is only my existence here. It is a safe haven for me alone.

"What evil trick is this?"

I can't understand, what kind of spell can trap me in such an area.

Heart like the world? No, I don't feel the source of magic.

Transfer spell? It is basically impossible to force me to transfer.

Everything is real? It is even more impossible. Just now is the flame world of infinite flames. It is still the **** of fire elements, and it is even more impossible.

Such a land of ice and snow is not suitable for the existence of flame elemental creatures. On the contrary, it is more suitable for ice methods like me...

"what?"

I discovered that the hand held in my hand was not my familiar lightsaber, but a transparent ice skate.

This is a crystal-clear long knife. The blade with two blades and five blades transcends common sense. The streamlined blade has no trace of decoration. The natural curvature has a strange beauty.

It, where it exists, is naturally undecorated, and the transparent blade is as thin as a flap, making people wonder if it will be fragmented if it is slightly collided, like a piece of art more than a weapon.

But the slightly chilling chill is reminding me of this ice sword, the North of the Magic Sword, is definitely a weapon.

It has no hilt, and the entire blade is a blade. When unconsciously, the right hand of the sword is full of blood, and it has not fallen to the ground, but it has turned into a red snowdrop.

Blood drops on the blade, and the coldness surrounds the blade, inexplicably attracting everyone's eyes.

"This is a fierce sword."

The inexplicable feeling is turned into reality in my heart. I know instinct that this sword is eager for life, whether it is the enemy or my own. The price that exists in the world is the sacrifice of life.

I inserted the sword into the snow, and I sat down in my helplessness, sitting in the snow, watching the innocent snow and the white clouds of the sky, lying in the snow in confusion.

Seeing this sword, I figured it out completely. This is a strange curse that brought me here, obviously I brought myself.

the reason?

"Oh, I was just a coward, obviously already aware.........."

Can people deceive themselves? I always thought it was ok, and the lie said that nature has come true, but this time, it seems to be playing off.

Perhaps even this sword is more honest than me, it chose the most unacceptable way for me to escape.

I originally thought that the North of the Magic sword still needs a certain amount of time to perfect. After all, my heart can never describe the most authentic Northland, but from now on, what I lack is actually just a little feeling.

despair? Pain? Suddenly? consciousness? I am not sure which kind of feeling has completed the sword for me. After all, these things are not lacking in the North, but I know that I will never thank it.

Escape is meaningless, delaying the arrival of pain will only make the time of waiting for pain a kind of torture, and the coming will always come.

Obviously, the strength has improved with the shaping of the sword body. The power of the magic sword is far more than expected, but there is no such thing as a happy one.

Why did you mention me when I was born? Is it aware of my inner uneasiness? Or have you just lost your ability after completing your own? Ok, knowing the reason doesn't really make sense...

"Yes, let me go."

I never thought that I would have a day to talk to my sword, but the most helpless, but this language is meaningless.

"I said, yes, I am already well aware, let me go out."

Repressing the inexplicable anger, is this sword, or is it not self-conceived?

Time passed by bit by bit, the boring scenery did not change, and the anxiety turned into a flame burning in the chest.

"Don't worry! You are just a sword!"

"You are nothing, you are only part of me! You can't make a decision for me!"

"Open it, what you are doing now is meaningless."

Obviously knowing that words are meaningless, inexplicable anxiety has become an angry roar, and it has been stirred up and down in the snow-capped mountains, and finally everything is calm.

In this world of ice and snow, there is nothing meaningless. In the end, the flame of anxiety is extinguished, and every minute makes the countdown to the end.

The doomsday of the pendulum ticking, stunned and fear mixed together, four or five hours was so wasted, roaring questioning, turned into a whispering pleading.

".......Please, open it..."

Next, the whole world disappeared. I am no longer the mountains of snow and ice, but the familiar home.

Is the magic sword reaching the limit? Or is everything irreparable?

It’s just that the scene in front of me is a bit abnormal. My maid is using a meteor hammer.... I mean, my cat’s tail is shaking, and from the cat’s screams, I don’t seem to have How long does it take to leave? !

"Roland saves! How can I disappear for a moment, where have you been?"

"How long have I disappeared?"

"Two or three minutes, it’s nonsense, save me! Hey, there are ice beads on your face, teardrops, is it..."

"That's your illusion! I still want you to save me!"

I quickly smeared a face, I don’t know what to say. It seems that the ability of this magic sword is indeed beyond my expectations. I am a little scared, but somewhat regrettable. In the end, I am fortunate, at least, I No irreparable choice has been made yet.

A few hours of the snow and ice world alone, the changing mood, let me completely calm down.

Only one way to the future? No, I have always believed that there is no desperation in this world. Even in desperation, there is endless hope. It is just that we did not bite our teeth and insist on the moment of turning around. We did not find out the only hope.

"Desperate world? Desperate scenes? More desperate moments than this, I have not experienced it, crying face to face the end, not suitable for me, only a little hope.... No, even if there is no hope of desperation On the wall, I have to hit a road!" (To be continued.)