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Udyr heard wolf howls coming from the forest not far away. One after another, they began to make noise in the night again. However, it is still far away from him and will not invade his mind. He was quite happy about being able to retain a bit of humanity.

I have to live in isolation.

Thinking like this, the young man smeared a handful of snow on his face, feeling the coldness, and he calmed down more and more.

Yes, I have to live in isolation...

His eyes dimmed for a moment, the tragedy a few months ago still hadn't been erased from his mind, perhaps in this lifetime.

Above this frozen soil, there are many ancient forces that are indescribable. There is a group of people who are born with a deep connection with spiritual magic. Known as 'Beast Walkers', they are shamans of battle and fury. Unlike witch doctors who are well versed in poison and healing herbs, they only fight, and only fight. They serve in various clans, trading their abilities for a community to live and train in.

There is no other reason. The ancient beast spirits of the Freljord are all violent and bloodthirsty. If they want to accept this power, they must abandon something.

such as reason.

Born under the blood-red moon, Udyr showed a talent for spiritual magic when he was still young and unable to walk. He could feel the raw emotion of the creatures nearby, and he was able to accept the wailing of the direwolf before he uttered the first word. Mentors in the tribe said he was destined to become a great beastwalker.

So Winter's Claw accepted the child - he was too thin, and in the permafrost, such a baby was to be abandoned. If you're not strong enough, you don't even deserve to survive. This is not cruelty, but a summary of generations of experience.

In such a harsh environment, no matter how to protect those thin children, they cannot survive. So why not let kids who are much stronger than they have more food?

Although his mentors believed that he could easily master the various abilities of the Beast Spirit Walker, sometimes too much talent was not a good thing.

Udyr soon discovered that his talent was limiting his growth. So many other creatures' chaotic thoughts filled his mind that he almost lost his mind. At that time, he had not even begun to communicate with those primitive beast spirits.

Udyr couldn't accept the days when there were a thousand other voices talking in his head, and he yearned for quiet day and night, for some alone time—even if it was just a moment.

But this wish came true in the most terrifying way.

One night a few months ago, everything was business as usual. Most of the Winter's Claw tribe went to bed early, only the outposts were still on guard, but they were no match for the Frostguard. These mysterious pledgers from the Frost Witch showed no mercy, slaughtering in the camp with their icy weapons and fine horses.

They even specifically target those who show signs of psychic magic, and Udyr is their number one target. If it wasn't for the sacrifice of his life by several of his mentors, he would have died at this time.

Filled with sadness, Udyr lost control as he was tormented by the screams of his clansmen. He unleashed his fury, creating a massive explosion of psychic energy that even shook the tops of nearby mountains. The snow collapsed. Within seconds, an avalanche swept across the battlefield, forcing the vile Frost Guards to flee.

He then crawled out of the snow without seeing any survivors.

There was blood and stumps everywhere. Udyr trembled in the snow, and the remaining Winter's Claw tribe abandoned him for fear of his destructive power. Now, he is alone.

But Udyr felt better that way. He understood the tribe's ideas and supported them. In his opinion, he may be more suitable to live in isolation.

The young man sighed, and he touched his beard, which was not long enough to be braided into a bun. He killed a deer yesterday, the scream of that deer still lingering in his mind. Even though Udyr was the murderer, he was struck down for a moment by that great grief, followed by the fear of facing death.

However, he must survive.

Now, the stump of the deer sits by the bonfire in his camp.

Slowly returning to the camp in the dark, Udyr plans to pass by tonight and stop eating. He didn't want to kill anything in a short time, he couldn't control his abilities, but he didn't want to go through their pain again. But when he saw the man sitting beside his bonfire, his spirit immediately tightened.

how come? I didn't perceive him, where did he come from? No, he must be let go.

Udyr approached him slowly. The tutors taught him well. He stepped on the snow without making any footsteps.

The man turned his back to him, as if he didn't feel Udyr's approach at all, just when Udyr was about to touch him, he suddenly spoke: "Oh, sorry, I borrowed your bonfire. "

He turned around, Udyr met his eyes, and at that moment, a huge force forced him to the ground and twitched.

Looking at Udyr, who was foaming at the mouth, He Shenyan was a little speechless, and he took some responsibility for this matter. Originally, he was quite happy to feel that he was a natural and powerful telepath, and felt that he could see how the locals used this ability. As a result, this young man's talent... was a little too strong.

But the mage really didn't expect this situation. Other telepaths can also sense the emotions of people around them, but they are active skills. The young man in front of him is a passive skill, and not only can he feel emotions, but he may have also spied on his power a little.

Shaking his head, He Shenyan laughed: "You're unlucky, kid."

the next day.

where am I?

Udyr slowly opened his eyes, the tingling still lingering in his mind, and for a moment he was completely unable to think about anything.

"Get up when you wake up."

A strange man's voice came, Udyr's eyes widened, and he immediately got up from the ground. He put on an alert posture, looked at the man sitting on the fallen tree trunk, his voice was hoarse: "You better leave quickly, stranger..."

"And you, you better not look me in the eyes."

The man didn't lift his head, and there was a smile in his voice: "Didn't you forget what happened last night?"

Udyr recalled, his face paled: "You... who are you? How did you do it?"

"That's not what I did, boy. It's your own skill—just, you haven't mastered it yet."

The man shook his head, he didn't look at Udyr, and said casually: "As for who I am...whatever, traveler, mage. You can call it whatever you want...Oh, hell, how much more do I have to say? all over?"

Still nervous, Udyr said loudly, "Okay, Mage. You better get out of here or I'll kill you."

"If you can really do this, I'm afraid a lot of things will be very happy. But..." He finally raised his head and looked Udyr directly in the eyes, which made his heart burst, but But what happened last night did not happen again.

The mage suddenly said, "How long has this symptom lasted?"

Udyr didn't realize for a moment what he was saying: "...what?"

"How long has your symptom, this passive acceptance of the emotions of all creatures around you, lasted?" the mage asked patiently.

After hesitating for a while, Udyr told him: "...from my birth to the present."

The mage raised his eyebrows, a little surprised: "Oh, this is a little strange... Well, I'll keep it short. Do you want to get rid of this symptom?"

Of course he thought, how could he not? This ability wasn't a gift to Udyr, and it didn't make his life any better. On the contrary, he couldn't even hunt like the other Freljords - because he would hear the dying sounds of his prey and feel their senses as if he had killed himself once.

Looking at Udyr's eager eyes, He Shenyan laughed: "It seems that the answer is obvious."

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"Continue." He Shenyan said.

Walking on the snowy mountain, Udyr followed the mage. He was blindfolded and walked carefully, holding a stone in his hand, which was accidentally crushed into pieces.

Udyr took a new stone from his waist pocket and put it in his hand, and he tried his best to feel how it felt in his hand. Holding it tightly at the same time, blindfolded, he couldn't see the way, and that passive sense of power was maximized. He was able to see the sights and roads around him in another way.

The perspective was very strange, fascinated but also vaguely disturbing, because Udyr could 'see' that, not far ahead, a fortress was suppressing the bottomless darkness. Just a glance made him tremble, and it was the mage who patted him on the shoulder to bring him back to his senses.

"When you can stop crushing stones, and at the same time completely open your mind to these messages, we can move on to the next step."

He Shenyan looked at Udyr with a strange expression. The talent of this young man is too good to be exaggerated. The training method he gave to Udyr came from those ancient druids, who also communicated with wild spirits to transform into beasts, so there was also a lot of training on telepaths.

What Udyr is doing now is one of these, simply named 'The Stone'. Trainees are required to walk blindfolded while fully opening their minds to things from the outside world. This process usually makes their body tense unconsciously, and the spiritual force will also act on their body, and before they know it, they will surpass the physical quality of mortals to reach some new realm.

But this is not enough to complete the training. They have to ensure that they do not crush the stones in their hands while working hard. If you have it, you can release it, you must do it freely. And this is just the first step in He Shenyan's tailor-made training program, such as his ability to feel the emotions of the creatures around him all the time...

If this ability is used well, it can have miraculous effects when combined with some spiritual magic. But he had to master it first. The black cloth that Udyr used to blindfold his eyes could help him temporarily block those feelings, which would allow him to do his current training first.

Funny, I haven't trained a telepath before.

"Where are we going, Master?" asked Udyr, who seemed to see the way ahead, and leaped lightly over the stone that lay across his face. The mage floated on the snow, flying in front of him.

Although He Shenyan didn't admit it, Udyr had already started calling him a mentor.

"I'm Frostguard Fortress - the fortress of the Frostguards. Have you heard of that?"

"...I have seen the Frost Guards who killed my mentor and many others in the tribe." Udyr was silent for a while, then said.

"Really? Hehe..." He Shenyan smiled inexplicably: "Don't you want to know why they attacked you?"

Udyr replied calmly: "The Frost Guards never deal with us. They only carry out the orders of the Frost Witch, attacking and killing everywhere. If it is possible, of course I would like to know."

"You'll get the chance, but not now, Udyr."

The young man blindfolded by the black cloth waited patiently for the following.

"There are some very dark... very ancient things hidden beneath the Frostguard. If you 'see' them, I'm afraid you will lose your consciousness and become a corrupted puppet at that moment. So, in When you don't fully grasp your abilities, it's best not to approach there. You just stay here and wait for me."

"What about you?"

"Of course I'm going to talk to the Frost Witch, damn... I won't say that again, right?" He Shenyan muttered, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

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Frostguard fortress stands among the mountains, and the bottom is a bottomless abyss. Because the sound of the cold wind blowing through it is too miserable, it is named Howling Abyss.

A bridge floating by magic is the only access to the Frostguard Fortress and the outside world. It is heavily guarded, and an ancient statue is located in the center of the bridge. He holds a sword and wears a horn helmet. But there are no ears, and the eyes are covered, and the mouth is sewn up. That's one of the Frostguard's creeds: don't listen, don't see, don't speak.

Complete silence.

He Shenyan looked down at the majestic building below, a fort almost as old as the Freljord. Although he is very interested in archaeology, but now is not the time to do such a thing. He could feel that the person he was looking for was in the fort on the cliff ahead.

He easily broke through the defense lines that were constantly patrolling the guards on the bridge, and no one would guard against the enemy from the air, not to mention that he used that little trick. Coming outside the wall of the fort, he entered through the wall.

There is no light in the hall of the fortress, and the coldness and coldness are the main theme here. Some ancient carvings on the ceiling swayed monotonously with the chandelier, making a hoarse sound. There are obviously no windows, but the cold wind from nowhere is echoing in the hall.

He Shenyan turned his head, looked at the figure on the throne in the hall that seemed to be asleep, and said, "There are guests visiting, but the master is still pretending to be sleeping, isn't it good?"

"Uninvited guests, what kind of guests are they?"

The figure looked up, and the hall lit up. The faint blue flames burned in the brazier all around, and a graceful woman sat on the throne. She was dressed in a long blue dress and had long white hair scattered behind her head. Scattered over the throne, her eyes were obscured, and her pale blue skin glowed with crystal white light.

Her voice was like ice.

"Really? But I remember, I clearly informed you that I want to visit." He Shenyan smiled casually, summoned the chair he liked, and sat down opposite her.

"He Shenyan, traveler, mage... I said it anyway."

"Lissandra."

"Then, let's talk about business?" He Shenyan asked, spreading his hands.

"Business? What is business?" Lissandra's mouth curled into an intriguing smile. She propped her face up and asked casually, "Fortress of Frostguard doesn't need help from outsiders, especially mages like you."

"That's really interesting, because in my opinion, you're a mage too."

Shaking her head gently, Lissandra said slowly, "You don't understand what is being suppressed under this fortress."

"Isn't it empty."

With a crisp sound, Lissandra's throne cracked. She corrected her sitting posture without changing her face, and then said, "How did you know?"

The mage said with a smile: "You don't need to know about this. In short, I'm here to inform you, not to discuss with you what I'm going to do."

The smile on his face disappeared in an instant, and he performed a unique trick of changing his face. The wizard stood up and the chair disappeared. He said calmly, "I can see what deals you've made with those things - you're really a lunatic, aren't you? Delusional to master the power of the void."

Lissandra was stiff, unable to move. For the first time, she felt terrified when she remembered those who had been sealed in Zhen Bing because they resisted her. UU reading www.uukanshu.com And the source of all this is just a glimpse of the mage.

"No wonder I've always felt strange... Iceborn are few in number and powerful. But they all have a dark aura, so you are their source."

The wizard strolled to the throne, and he reached out and stroked Lissandra's cheek, taking off the blue crown she used to cover her eyes. Her eyes had two burnt scars, and they were tightly closed at this time, and the bottom of her eyelids was empty, apparently even her eyeballs had been removed.

He felt Lissandra's trembling, and said maliciously, "How does it feel to make a deal with the Void?"

He was knowingly asking, and it was only natural. Throughout the ages, anyone who wanted to deal with the things of the other world died miserably, and at the same time had to implicate a large number of innocent people. And the void...

Although the void is not a thing of the other world, they have similarities. Such as endless greed and pure malice toward the world of the living. Dealing with this kind of thing is more dangerous than seeking skin with a tiger.

Lissandra gritted her teeth. She was rarely so emotional, but she had to. She took a few deep breaths, her attitude softened suddenly, and she pleaded, "No, you don't understand...you can't..."