"Dang --!"


    He stabbed the dagger into the ice. The grey pupil boy gripping the handle of the sword clenched his teeth and desperately stepped on the edge of the cliff. His right hand was still holding a "arrogant maniac" who was shaking so much that half of his body was suspended in the air!


    "Although I knew you wizards were not trained, please climb hard to let me know you tried, Sir Isaac Grantham?!"


    "Of course I''m trying, otherwise what do you think I''m doing?!"


    "Your whole body weight is on me!"


    "Then you should be more grateful, because it shows how much I value you; just like human cervical vertebrae and vertebrae exist only to support the brain!"


    "You know you''re dead as soon as I let go!"


    "Why do you think I won''t pick you up before I go down?"


    "Shut up! Don''t give me any more reasons to kill you!"


    "I think your thought is very dangerous and easy to happen!"


    ... "Ka --!" a crack suddenly appeared in the ice layer that stuck the dagger. The two people who were just arguing suddenly stopped, widened their eyes and swallowed their saliva.


    "Just now, was it..."


    "Shut up."


    "OK." Isaac stopped talking at once. His body was full of height higher than the gray pupil boy, hugged his shoulder tightly, and bit his lower lip like a good baby, with a frightened expression.


    "Ka --!" the grey pupil boy''s expression was very serious. The curious Isaac looked at the handle of the sword in his hand and was suddenly stunned.


    Then, in the incomprehensible eyes of Lucian, the "arrogant" once again fell directly on the rock with the posture of dog gnawing at the mud, widened his eyes and stared at an insignificant, cross shaped carving above.


    "What, what''s the matter?"


    "I don''t know if the ''black Duke'' really came here as you said;" Isaac murmured, and the business came straight from his throat like a groan:


    "But there is no doubt that this is the way to niederhogg!"


    "Because of that scratch?" the grey pupil frowned. "I guess it was carved by a Ranger in those years. It''s convenient to come back as a mark."


    "No! You don''t understand at all - this carving can''t be carved by ''which Ranger'', absolutely not!"


    The excited Isaac almost knelt on the ground and stared at Lucian with an extremely pious expression: "the carving of the Holy Cross is the standard pattern of the Holy Cross heraldry nearly 500 years ago. At that time, the Holy Cross Church has not expanded to its present scale, and only has absolute influence and discourse power in Sacramento!"


    "Therefore, the emblem of the Holy Cross was also called the ''ancient Saxophone cross'', which is completely different from today''s Holy Cross - except that it is all in the shape of a cross. It is absolutely impossible for a Ranger a hundred years ago to engrave this symbol!"


    "It can only be engraved by one person - the only person who abandoned his foolish belief and recognized the ''truth'' hundreds of years ago, the former Church Missionary and later the first wizard, ''Logan in a hat''."


    "What you found is the way he went to niederhogg!"


    Logan in a hat, a missionary who betrayed his faith, the first wizard... Lucian''s expression on hearing this is even more incredible and unimaginable than Isaac:


    "Isaac, you... Where did you hear this - I mean about ''Logan in a hat'' being the first wizard and once a believer in the Holy Cross?"


    "These are the top secrets of the nine pointed star wizard tower. Theoretically, only the twelve elders of the wizard tower are qualified to know the truth - in order to find niederhogg, of course, I will collect as much information as possible, otherwise you think I''m here to knit?"


    Isaac Grantham with a straight waist raised his chin proudly; The next second, his ears moved slightly, frowned and looked at the other side of the cliff:


    "I said, there seems to be something moving over there?"


    "How can it be? This is the easternmost side of the blood skeleton valley. Even ice werewolves can''t live in this place..."


    The voice stopped suddenly. The gray pupil boy with wide eyes exuded a drop of glittering sweat from his forehead, slipped over his trembling cheeks and fell on the snow without trace:


    "That, that is..."