"Yes, that's it. Later, my mother saw that my father coveted this copy of the memory crystal, and wanted to use this crystal as a bait to ask my father to help her go to the depths of the Holy Mountain of Turan to restart it.

The preliminary preparations for the temple, so she tampered with the copy of the memory crystal."

Ice Storm said, "My mother first used witchcraft to transfer all the sounds and images in the memory crystal copy to her own brain, and then erased the most critical sounds and images in the memory crystal copy, and then

Place the copy of the memory crystal in a seemingly hidden place, but with my father's ability, there must be a way to steal it.

"After my father stole a copy of the memory crystal and left without saying goodbye, my mother raised me alone. While teaching me all kinds of weird witchcraft, she also took the opportunity to transfer the memory crystal in her mind to me.

The sounds and images of the copy were implanted in my mind.

“It’s difficult for people who haven’t experienced it personally to fully understand what it’s like.

"It's like... every night that lasts like a year, I will turn into a Holy Light human soldier from three thousand years ago in my nightmare, following the large army, pouring into the depths of the Holy Mountain of Turan like a tide, and then,

Like foam on the tide, lost in the unpredictable gaps and whirlpools of space.

"Although after three thousand years of erosion, the images and sounds stored in the memory crystal have become mottled and blurred.

"But when these soldiers were squeezed into meat pies by the gaps in space, or torn apart bit by bit by the vortex of space, until they were shattered into pieces and turned into bone powder and blood mist, the heart-piercing pain was retained intact, and all of them were

It poured out onto me as a little girl!"

The sound of the ice storm gradually became darker.

The corners of her mouth and eyes twitched painfully.

The seemingly transparent pupils blew out the cold air of a hundred degrees below zero.

Not only were the surrounding shrubs and the ground covered with frost flowers, but even Meng Chao couldn't help but shiver.

Ice Storm was wrong.

If there is only one person in the world who can understand her feelings.

That must be Meng Chao.

Although Meng Chao has never tried it, it feels like being forced by witchcraft to compress the information in the memory crystal into the depths of his brain.

But in a sense, "fire" is similar to the memory crystal, and it is even a more powerful version of the memory crystal.

When he unlocked the power of fire, he also clearly experienced the feeling of millions of people in Longcheng who had nowhere to escape when the doomsday came, and could only usher in despair and destruction.

It was like he died a thousand times in just a short moment.

It is really hard to imagine what kind of mother would let her child endure such inhuman torture.

No wonder the ice storm was like a statue pulled out from the depths of the iceberg. Even the scorching sun at noon in summer could not melt her heart that had been frozen for many years.

Meng Chao even thought that the reason why Ice Storm's parents, a ruthless witch and an orc adventurer, wanted to give birth to such a double-cursed hybrid child was probably not just to challenge the authority of the Holy Light Temple.

Perhaps, the ice storm is the "secret weapon" they use to explore the Holy Mountain Temple.

However, Ice Storm's mother did not expect that she would die so early.

It seems that Ice Storm's father also changed his plan and abandoned her completely after embracing Canus the Jackal.

In her previous life, she was lost in the long river of history.

Like waves crashing on the shore, foam rising and disappearing.

What about this life?

Icestorm realized his gaffe.

Taking a deep breath, he hid his expression behind the hard ice shell again, and said coldly: "Forget it, these are all things in the past. Maybe I should thank my parents, no matter what their original intentions are, they worked hard day and night.

Instead, my nightmares opened up my brain and tempered my mental strength, allowing me to use the power of the Holy Light and the power of the totem at the same time as a mixed-race person. Only then can I survive alone in this cruel world.

Go down.

"In short, I know how to walk deep in the Holy Mountain so as not to be sucked into the gaps and whirlpools of space.

"But this is not enough.

"None of the pictures in the memory crystal copy mentioned what to do next after climbing to the top of the holy mountain.

"The Holy Mountain Temple is not on the top of the Holy Mountain.

"When the Holy Light Army from three thousand years ago finally reached the top of the Holy Mountain after consuming countless lives and resources, all they saw was an empty top of the mountain. There was no temple, no fireball debris, and no hint of the temple.

and the mark where the remains of the fireball are located.

"They even dug three feet into the ground, vertically downwards from the top of the holy mountain, and dug dozens of caves as deep as a hundred arms. Even though they dug through the entire suspended mountain range, they still couldn't find any hidden places.

The mysterious space that arises.

"With the loss of troops and generals, no ammunition and food supplies, and nothing to do, the Holy Light Army could only retreat to the Land of Holy Light in disgrace.

"So, relying on the clues I know, we can only reach the highest point of the Holy Mountain of Turan. There is reason to believe that it is not the real 'top of the Holy Mountain' as described in countless ancient war epics.

"Speaking of which, regarding this issue, my father, 'Jackal' Canus, as well as 'Horn of Destruction' and 'Blade of Fury' should all know very well that just finding the highest point of the Holy Mountain of Turan is useless.

"But even though they knew this, they were still willing to spend so many resources and even gamble everything. This is enough to show that Canus the Jackal has found new clues and knows how to complete the mission from the Holy Mountain.

The thrilling jump from the highest point to the 'top of the holy mountain'!

"Then, the next step is up to you!"

Ice Storm's gaze moved from Meng Chao's face to the ugly face of the Ancient Dream Saint behind him, who fell into a deep sleep and was still twitching.

Meng Chao nodded, hugged the Saint of Ancient Dreams, and sat down under a mandala tree.

He first asked Ice Storm to create a few ice cubes, wrap them in a cloth bag, and wrap them around the forehead and neck of Saint Gu Meng to cool down Saint Saint Gu Meng's brain and the blood flowing into her brain.

Later, he gave Saint Gu Meng some secret medicine mixed with honey.

And with his ultra-high-speed trembling hands, he gently massaged the temples of the Saint of Ancient Dreams, and injected several gentle spiritual energy into the depths of her brain.

Until the ancient dream saint's frown was slightly smoothed by him.

The burning red spots on his face also faded a bit.

Meng Chao then leaned over and whispered: "Listen, Holy Maiden of Ancient Dreams, I know you are working very hard now, but for the sake of the future of the Great Horn Legion and all the rat people, we may have to do it again.

"You did a very good job the last few times and successfully helped us see the eyes of Canus the Jackal and everything he saw, thus helping us grab his tail.

"Now, we are only half a step away from 'Jackal' Canus. If we take another look, as long as we can see his vision again, we will know where he is and what kind of conspiracy he is planning. It should be

How to stop him!"

Although the ancient dream saint is still sleeping.

But her eyes were trembling and rotating rapidly under her eyelids.

The rotation speed is so fast that one cannot help but suspect that it is not an eyeball, but the core rotor of some kind of signal amplification device.

Along with the ultra-high-speed rotation of the eyeballs, the brain of the Ancient Dream Saint began to heat up again.

The ice cubes that had just been applied to her head and neck melted into ice water at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few breaths, the ice water turned into blurry water vapor, like the deformed and swollen head of the Ancient Dream Saint, hidden in the mist.

Meng Chao wanted to reach out and test the body temperature of the Saint of Ancient Dreams.

But the Ancient Dream Saint suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Compared with Meng Chao's steel-reinforced bones, the arms and fingers of the Saint of Ancient Dreams seemed as skinny as wood.

But the strength of her grip was so strong that Meng Chao frowned subconsciously and was unable to break free for a while.

At this moment, the Ancient Dream Saint slowly opened her eyes.

Revealing gray eyeballs without pupils.

No, it is not because the eyeball moves to turn the pupil to the inside of the eyelid.

It was as if the pupils and even the eyeballs had all disappeared, and what was embedded in her eye sockets at this moment were two bottomless white vortexes.

Meng Chao's consciousness was drawn into the deepest part of the white whirlpool.

It was like walking through a long forest path on a foggy day. After an unknown period of time, mottled and shining lights and shadows appeared in front of me.

This is what the Saint of Ancient Dreams tried her best to present to him, the picture that "Jackal" Canus saw at this moment.

In the past twelve moments, they have used this method many times to peer into the vision of "Jackal" Canus, determine the location of the Wolf King and the Tiger King, and thus arrive first, trying to find the location before the Wolf King and the Tiger King.

Lion King.

At first, snooping was relatively easy.

"Jackal" Kanus seemed not to have expected that the Saint of Ancient Dreams not only survived, but also retained a spiritual link with him, and could even invade his brain port through her greatly improved abilities.

But after the initial snoop was discovered, "Jackal" Canus seemed to be on guard.

Several times, Meng Chao's consciousness had just sneaked into the Wolf King's brain through the brain amplification of the Ancient Dream Saint.

Before I saw or heard anything, I was pushed out by a powerful force and turned away.

Even once, "Jackal" Canus deliberately set a trap and pretended not to notice that Meng Chao was snooping, but he did not know what secret method was used to try to cut off the connection between Meng Chao's consciousness and his brain, and "

Impounded" in his brain.

If it weren't for Meng Chao's soul being baptized by the flames of doom, and the fire that had been sleeping for a long time gradually awakened.
Chapter completed!