The Black Ice Dragon Legend

chapter 55 tower

Anulika across from looked at them. Of course he was envious of the treatment of the lovers in front of him, but he was trying to behave as usual. He then said, “I have been killed by him.”

Anulika looked at the blue flames in front of her, observing every spark that floated.

Simo who heard it, looked over.

“what is your sister?”

Anulika nodded slowly. “but not her real soul. If I had known that from the beginning, I would have been more careful. However..” now the face of anulika dim, both eyebrows decreased, his lips slightly forward. “it has happened. But..” he looks angry now. “I won't let go of anyone who has dared to use my sister's body.”

“I understand.” Simo's words are short.

Actually, he had some questions to ask Anulika, but he realized that it was not the time for that, not just now, but forever. He was afraid that if he asked like that, it would make Anulika angry.

“after this, what will you do?” continued simo.

“you just follow.” Answer the brief anulika and then go outside.

Simo looked at him from afar, he could feel the sadness in his heart, yet he was unable to do anything, only the closest person could help him now.

Simo moved the head of the namila gently, then looked for the blanket he had previously prepared. Then gently cover the namila. While doing so, a voice came from Namila's mouth, it seemed like she was having a beautiful dream.

Simo then sat down and prepared his sword just in case.

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Gentle snow grains floated in the air, letting themselves be toyed with by the intangible wind. In the midst of the dancing snow, there was a slight roar of wind, As if it was someone's cry.

Anulika stood at the mouth of the cave, her gaze sweeping across the twinkling expanse of lights far away there. Both of his eyes contained a void when he looked, as if his gaze was far ahead, but his mind was far back.

“kakak, this is a cake for sister.”

Instantly he heard a soft and cheerful voice from behind him. He turned.

“kakak, happy birthday.”

A beautiful girl handed him a cake. His smile was very gentle, like a warm fire and cold water.

Anulika smiled, then blew out the candles on the cake. While blowing it, the girl slowly disappeared, as if being swept away by a harsh wind.

Anulika shouted and wanted to reach him, but it was a pity that she could not.

“Azka!”

He shouted to look for her whereabouts, yet she did not exist.

“just illusion.”

With disappointment on her face, Anulika turned around and looked back at the snowfields in front of her.

Not long after, he suddenly felt warmth and tenderness from behind, like a person was hugging him. He looked down. A pair of dirty little hands hooked each other on his waist. His hands were smooth, there were slight scratches there, they were white and slightly yellowish in color.

“kakak, I'll be back.” Said a girl. His tone is so sad. She cried. He then leaned his head over Anulika's back gently.

Anulika slowly moved her hand touching that pair of hands. But a few inches from him he stopped.

In the snow, two women miss each other, one illusory and the other real.

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The next day, they began to travel again. Anulika as usual would be the commander to point the way. He looked cold and said nothing along the way.

The rocks and the hardness of the ice and snow, making them difficult to walk. Added with a fairly steep slope, making them more difficult.

This is especially true of simo and namila. Fortunately, they helped and helped each other.

Of course, wherever there is difficulty there must be something beautiful and happy, they can see the beautiful scenery from that height. It was a very beautiful sight with a row of mountains and tall spruce trees and covered in snow. In the sky, simo and namila can see white clouds like flying cotton, which are very large in number, like a stretch of cotton.

In addition to being difficult to climb, they certainly know other dangers that threaten them from above. Of course it is none other than the occasional avalanche and very dangerous.

This of course will be easier because simo and Namila can use their powers to save themselves. But, if it was an ordinary person, then their percentage of survivors was likely very small.

The reason they did not use their strength to climb it, because Anulika seemed to be unwilling to do so, no matter what the reason.

They wanted to ask, but Anulika seemed to have a bad atmosphere. It was seen when they asked a few questions while in the cave, which he did not bully in the slightest. Instead, he simply ordered to follow her.

Time passes very quickly. Finally Anulika's entourage arrived on the hills.

While wiping the sweat on his forehead, Simo and Namila were amazed by the scenery behind the mountains. They involuntarily slightly opened their mouths and were stunned for a moment to see him.

It was not a matter of scenery, but a tall, floating tower with 8 chains as its refutation, As if the building was about to fly.

On top of the tower is a statue of a woman standing holding a stick with a star-shaped tip. One of his feet touched the roof of the tower and the other was slightly bent backward.

“we have to be fast.” Said Anulika coldly, then jumped on the chain.

As he was about to run, an attractive feminine voice sounded.

“Finally you came.”

Snowflakes appear, then unite to form feet, hands and then bodies. A girl stood on one of the chains gracefully. A strong wind blew on her beautiful dress. He looks like Azka, and is the same person he faced in Azka's dreamland. However, there was a slight change in his face. He has a different eye color. On the right is green and on the left is ice blue.

The two corners of her lips moved opposite each other, then upwards. He smiled wickedly as he saw Anulika, Simo and Namila standing looking at him.

“I thought you'd be here,” he told Anulika who was still staring at him sharply.

“today, I will make sure to kill you.” As he said that, the Azka-like person raised one of his hands. The cold energy exploded, giving rise to waves around it, along with it as well, several chains sounded and the mountains surrounding the landslide.

Slowly the ice appeared right above his hand. The ice was bright blue and slender, round like a root plant. Moving, tracing Azka's palm, then down, wrapped around her hand, then down again.

Then quickly, the ice wrapped around his body, barely remaining, except for his face. Her hair is hardened too, and very sharp. The fine hairs on the body stick out like urchins.

And finally, in his hand appeared a long and slender stick. He then directed it towards anulika, simo and namila. When directed strong waves are heard and make simo, namila and anulika depressed.

“now I won't let you off the hook,” he said as he aimed the spear.

Anulika looked sharply at him who had such a form. There was anger and resentment towards the person who had possessed his sister's body and used it up to this point.

With an angry face, Anulika took out a flute and took out her ice goddess. This time, her ice goddess was bigger and stronger. This was none other than his current strongest technique.