Chapter 89: The Failure of Luther

  Valley melon sank in thought for a moment, and still made up his mind.

  A monk's eye flew through the air and arrived at the second floor of the Monk's Tower.

  The gourd left its own magical mark in the eyes of the law, and according to the book, drew some magic circuits on the eyes of the law.

  After having Gou Jiu, Guagua's magic circuit drawing has become much more convenient. Especially after Guagua's upgrade, along with Gou Jiu's attribute increase, it's even more convenient.

  The melon first forms the magic circuit in its own mind, then tells Guk through the mental link between the magician and the magical creature. In Guk's body, an etching acid of the magic circuit is formed, which is then adjusted.

  After the magical circuit adjustment is completed inside the crucible, put the target object in and under the wrapping of the crucible, stably use strong acid for etching. After the etching is completed, convert it to a non-acidic part and wipe the acid clean.

  After engraving is completed, this magic circuit can still exist in Gugu's memory, and it can be called out again when needed next time.

  Soon, with the help of Gu Jiu, the magic seal on Fashi's eyes and the ground spirit control circuit were almost evenly engraved on Fashi's eyes in just a few dozen seconds, which was not much different from those plate-making machines seen in factories when pretending to be human in college.

  After doing all that, the monk's eyes flew to the place where more than 2,000 human corpses were buried, quietly absorbing the resentment and evil spirits below, slowly stirring.

  In this process, the gourd continued to add its own magical imprint to the special sorcerer's eye, increasing the operating system, and in accordance with the intelligent spirit body method, it consciously guided and transformed the earth-bound spirit, making it more suitable for becoming a high-level intelligent spirit.

  Anyway, these are all invisible, and the valley melon is not afraid of scaring other unrelated people with this thing. It's just that some people will feel a chill on their back when they pass by this big pit. Soon, this land was rarely walked through, and the valley melon also arranged for people to plant it full of icy fruit as cover.

  Although he won the battle with the help of Fahai Tower and various skills, Gukwa knew that he lacked the ability to pursue.

  His greatest reliance was the Fa Xiang Ta, but the Fa Xiang Ta could not be moved. The dog-headed people added up to more than 200, and in this fierce battle just now, although they had not clashed much, nearly 60 dog-headed people had died. For this small tribe, it could already be considered a severe loss of vitality.

  The human prisoners of war, on the other hand, were mostly preserved within the city walls by Tubapa, who organized the Dog Heads to rescue anyone who could be saved, saving a total of 51 lives. And he treated them with courtesy, making these humans think they had encountered real nobles.

  Now Tubas has awakened the sacred dragon fighting spirit, and he seems to be more like a pure holy knight than a despicable dog-headed man.

  Kuwa knew that there must be Bahamut's scheme in this matter, but due to his own insufficient strength, he couldn't really intervene and just let it go.

  Kua arranged for the Dog Head people to repair the city wall, and locked up the sixteen captive knights of Lord Lushe in prison. Every day, Gada would absorb their blood, keeping them in a listless state, so under the intoxicating effect of the anesthetic, these sixteen human knights didn't suffer too much.

  The remaining soldiers were well-fed and managed by Tubas, also as a human cultivation of friendly dog-headed people.

  Kuagu knew that since the main body of intelligent life in this world was still human, it would be inevitable to deal with humans. If it was just a fight, no matter how strong Pailosburg was, there would come a day when it would perish. So it's better to leave a way out for yourself from time to time and make some preparations.

  Then he opened the crystal ball again and observed what was happening in other places of Beidi.

  First, Harte and Rezly led one hundred and twenty elite cavalrymen to rampage across the territory of Viscount Lusere, burning down three towns and bringing back more than five thousand human refugees. This battle seemed particularly leisurely, even emptying the enemy's warehouses and moving all valuable things back to the refugee camp under Pailos Castle.

  The army of the Northern Alliance, which had just begun to slowly advance northward. The main cavalry force of Viscount Lusere had been depleted under the city of Pailos, and after Viscount Lusere and Pastor Albi returned to their territory, they decisively contracted their lines, gathering all living forces in Viscount Lusere's largest castle, Ice River Castle, resolutely entrenched themselves within the castle walls, resisting the Northern Alliance's offensive.

  The gaze of the lawgiver turned once more towards the far north, focusing on the largest variable in the northern lands, the Frost Giant's ceremonial beast head.

  In the depths of a mountain range in the west, there was a hidden valley, and in the valley were dozens of cave-like caves, where a giant frost giant tribe lived.

  On the mountain waist, there is another team of frost giants walking up step by step. This team of frost giants is naturally led by a group of people with beast heads. He brought all his frost giants with him, wearing armor and cloth robes, looking like they were returning home in brocade clothes. This time he came to recruit strong men.

  Gua furrowed his brow and observed the Frost Giant tribe in this valley, there were at least several hundred people in the tribe, if not, it was estimated that there would be over a thousand people.

  The priest beast head used the oracle of the ice and snow goddess and human supplies as bait, and lured nearly five hundred frost giants. All the frost giants in the north have been gathered together by the priest beast head with empty-handed tactics, for his and the ice and snow goddess's ambition, starting a wild gamble.

  In the far north, in a region of high cold that even the Frost Giants do not tread lightly, there is an ice and snow temple. In this temple, there are many creatures that resemble Ice Claws but are obviously more advanced than them. These creatures are called Gorvoth. In fact, the Ice Claw was created based on the Gorvoth, referencing the Ice Devils in the Frozen Hell.

  These Gruong knelt before the altar, loudly chanting the holy name of the Frost Goddess, and constantly interspersing the divine name of Ulu-Tiru, the Ice River God, in certain magical languages, while sprinkling some special incense into the icy blue flames on the altar.

  The entire ceremony was presided over by a blue-haired priestess standing in the center. The priestess had a tall and slender figure, with pale skin that was slightly bluish, giving off an air of nobility and mystery. Her dark blue hair was styled in a noble fashion, and her delicate face was adorned with blue makeup, wearing a tight-fitting and logically-structured inner garment resembling armor, over which was draped a magnificent and solemnly sacred robe, currently fluttering in the storm generated by the ceremony.

  The body under the robe is beautiful and curvaceous, giving people a sense of cold and exquisite beauty.

  This woman is the high priestess of the Frost Goddess, Eriol. She has been hiding deep in the glaciers, presiding over the work of extracting the divine essence of Uru-Louthril for her master.

  It now appears that in terms of absorbing the divine power of Uruvilva, the Ice Goddess has an absolute advantage. All she needs to do now is prevent others from getting involved.

  If someone who understands the trade sees this scene, they can see that it is Ice Frost Priestess Eriks who is extracting the divinity of Ulu Tiru from his sleep through some sort of ritual and transferring it to the body of Ice Frost Goddess Olyr.

  It didn't matter how much time had passed, maybe an hour, maybe three months, maybe half a year. The weather on the glacier was forever in a cold twilight, with terrible blizzards blowing everywhere, and there was no sense of time at all.

  The ritual of extracting the divine has finally come to an end. Eriol elegantly stepped down from the altar with her slender, bare feet, as silent as a cat, and walked in front of a smooth ice mirror. In her reflection, the Frost Giant priest's beast head was negotiating with the tribal leader in the valley.

  "I hope this group of idiots doesn't cause me any trouble." Her icy voice was like the cracking sound of ice floes colliding in a spring creek, clear and crisp but devoid of human warmth.

  "But this Frost Giant's ceremonial beast head seems to have some meaning. If his task is completed, I think he may be able to enter the innermost circle of the Goddess Sect."

  "There's also that white dragon hiding in Icewind Valley... it's really annoying... If it weren't for that white dragon... I'd actually want to go down and play around..."

  The white dragon in the Icewind Valley didn't know if it had the support of Tiamat, the five-colored dragon god behind its back, but only knew that this guy settled down in the barren north and stayed for decades. It moved into this valley shortly after the death of Octo, a cold ice devil who disguised himself as a human wizard.

  If it weren't for the fact that this white dragon had been so well-behaved all these years, not having any thoughts of desecrating the sacredness of Uru-Lord Tirus, Elyx wouldn't have tolerated its existence.

  She stayed here, also meaning to hold the last line of defense. Otherwise, no one in the entire Northland can withstand the power of the Frost Goddess.

  Then she stopped talking to herself and instead stared intently at the scene of two frost giants negotiating in the ice mirror.