Juliana’s workshop Chapter 53: Past story: memory of blood

The cold gorge is far from the fertile plain in the north, in the extreme cold place that no one dares to approach, only a short distance away, the slowest carriage can be reached in more than a day, but there will be no fools. Close to the extremely cold place, even in this gloomy valley, there are no living people visiting here.

This is not a restricted zone where life can approach in a general sense.

The rugged mountains blocked the southeast, and the cold wind from the far end of the north was blocked in front, forming visible fog, surrounding the canyon. The endless cold wind comes from the north, but no one knows where the never-ending wind comes from, and no one dares to take risks.

Ling Ling’s cold wind and ice mist flooded this narrow canyon. This place is not small. It’s just that the cold wind from the north is fuller and even overflows, dyeing the sea on the west side white. As calm as stagnant water, how long has it been since the white mist has dissipated? Even the bones under the fragile ice are the youngest ones hundreds of years ago.

In such an environment, ordinary life cannot survive, but for inanimate existence, it is a very livable place.

There is no guard at the entrance of the canyon. There is only a fragment of the gate that was frozen into ice sculptures. The iron gate is only half of the gate, and it can’t be closed at all. The city wall is full of gaps…but here are the most Good defense, the never-melting ice formed a new and harder shell on the broken city wall. The gate was already immovable and plunged into the snow. Only the other side was open, because the half of the door fell. On the ground, no one handles it.

Like the entrance to the castle, this place is quite large, and it can even be said to be spectacular, but it is not comparable to the huge walls in the south that have been turned into history and sacred places. In this big mouth that can no longer be closed, there is a continuous flow of cold wind carrying ice and snow for external use, just like the legendary frost giant, spewing breath that can make people freeze, but even the most powerful frost giant, None can match such a spectacle formed by a mixture of nature and man-made objects… a deadly spectacle.

Just an entrance can stop people from looking at it, and they can’t give birth to the desire to go in and explore. Ordinary adventurers do not have the strength to enter and come out alive, and those with such strength will not come here for no reason…This is not a land without a master, and it can even be said to be quite famous. The place of death among the poems.

No one can come out alive, but as long as they die, they can come out from the inside and use another form of life to move outside. The opposite of life is death. Death is not the end of everything, but another beginning… Existence that blasphemes life and the doctrine of the God of Light is the enemy of all existences with life.

This is the world of the dead, at least the world of one of the species of death.

This is the last world of the race that claims to be the nobleman of the night. It exists in everyone’s sight, but no one dares to conquer the evil place, at least on the surface.

And the nobles of the night, in the outside world, are more called the night blood race, or more humiliating…vampires.

This is the last fortress of the Nightblood Race, but it is also an indestructible world. Since the fall of the gods, the races created by gods or demons in the past have gradually left the stage of the world and disappeared. The same is true of the Yeblood race, at least on the surface stage.

Now it is no longer the stage for these ancient races, not to mention that under the scouring of time, even the dead that no longer have life, are not what they used to be. Rocks can smooth edges and corners under the scouring of running water. What about these immortal races?

At least I am still alive now, yes, “live”.

Outside the gorge shrouded in cold fog, it’s not a comfortable and pleasant world. Although the cold wind is blocked inside the gorge, it’s not a vibrant place outside. The cold wasteland has only sporadic tree trunks that linger, trying to survive. It has become a rugged shape. The weeds on the ground are uneven, but the vitality is stronger than imagined and more aggressive. There is life outside the canyon. For non-carnivorous animals, weeds It is also one of the channels for eating. It is not easy to survive from the mouths of those wild beasts, which also makes the plants on this wasteland also have a certain degree of…aggressiveness.

The wheat awns of weeds are as sharp as a sword and as tough as leather. Those deformed trees, with thin branches, are just as hard as a boulder, and cannot easily be cut or crushed, and may even be shattered by the reversed momentum. The soft inner core allows these strange trees to have both rigid and soft properties, and the cold wasteland makes them not afraid of any flames. Even an old tree that can survive long enough can evolve into another life form and become a predatory “animal”.

The only thing that can survive in this wasteland far north is the existence of extremely strong vitality, no matter it is a plant…

It’s still an animal.

In such a wasteland, there is also a source of water, but that source of water is not stable and full of death. A lake formed by stagnant water is not big, and it takes only half a day for an adult to walk around on foot. Spreading around from the center of the lake, there are all flimsy ice blocks. Below is a pool of stagnant water. By the lake are animals that need water to sustain life…including plants. The water here has no source, and even this lake is not naturally formed. It is probably a relic from the age of gods. There are buildings at the bottom of the lake, but no one can find out, because the bottom of the lake is actually very shallow. The building was filled with ash and stones, and the ruins below were probably buried long ago.

The lake is not a peaceful paradise, but a colosseum for fighting. After all, there are so many water sources from the sky. For most of the year, this so-called lake is just a pit. Death is born because of this. A large number of bones of unknown animals and broken rhizomes are scattered around the lake and in the lake, and even at the bottom of the lake~IndoMTL.com~. These piles of death have also polluted this lake, and the stagnant water is full of plagues, but for the users here, it is not a very important matter. For the residents of this wasteland, if germs could make them die, they would have joined the death side long ago. In this area adjacent to the canyon, the transition between life and death is very simple.

Beside the carcass of a huge animal that has not been eaten clean, a petite animal is eating. It may not be appropriate to call it an animal, because it is a humanoid creature, and it can even be called a human. Her skin was pale and unclothed, like a savage child, but no savage child had such a complexion, and there would be no larvae of creatures that could move after death.

This is a dead thing, no heartbeat, no blood, but there is still a need for living things. A larva that can barely be called the Nightblood Race.

Before the name Gendina, this creature biting frozen carrion was just an animal without a name.

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