Soon, the entire valley became silent.

Kahn and Kasha were stagnant as if they were frozen and stupid. After a long time, they shook their heads. The frost on their faces fell down, and they felt finally awake.

Fortunately, under the influence of skin nails, their bodies are better than ordinary people. If they were replaced by normal people, they might freeze here.

Seeing Hara gesture at them, the two looked at each other and then took a step to follow.

The heavy door slowly closed behind him, making a rumble of history, isolating the howling cold wind in the valley.

The wide stairs behind the basement lead to the bottom. The cold here is not much worse than the one below the abyss. The stairs are all frozen, and the cold air visible to the naked eye rises along the steps. If you are not careful, your feet will slip.

"Participate, don't complain. I never beg for kindness, nor give kindness. I should be like ice."

Hara silently recited the ice's prayer and took the two of them down the long stairs to an empty ice chamber. This place was primitive and cold, just as Kahn asked, a natural ice chamber.

On the four walls of the ice chamber, some cold weapons were stored. They were embedded in the grooves of the artificially excavated ice walls, waiting for those who are destined to take them away and continue the legend.

But more grooves were empty, and all the weapons that should have been embedded on them were taken away.

"Is this an arsenal?" Kasha looked around and couldn't help but ask questions.

"These are all icy weapons." Hara nodded. She walked to a corner of the ice chamber, where the groove was facing the short-handled axe in her hand. "My weapon was obtained here."

Kahn approached the ice wall and reached his hand to the weapons on the wall to feel the amazing cold air. It is not difficult to distinguish from the temperature. The ice wall here is just ordinary ice cubes. What really makes the entire ice chamber cold is these ice-clear weapons on the wall.

The groove in front of him was in the shape of a straight sword. He reached out to touch the groove, thinking about where the weapon was going, and asked casually: "Is the weapons here enough for the soldiers in the Frost Guard Fortress to have one hand?"

"No." Hara answered decisively: "Every Zhenbing weapon here is named and surnamed. Not every ice warrior can have his own Zhenbing weapon. They have to show corresponding achievements to prove that they are worthy of these weapons."

Even at the Frost Guard Fortress, Zhenbing’s weapons are not sufficient.

She began to walk around the ice wall, as if she was counting the weapons here. In fact, she knew all the weapons here. Not only could she name each weapon, but she also remembered the legend they wrote.

Then, she looked at the short-handed axes in her hand, called blood teeth and blood claws, and was determined to make them brilliance in her hands.

"And, after the holder dies, these weapons will be recycled into the basement and returned to their due position. Therefore, each of the ice weapons here is a magic weapon that has been tested on the battlefield for a long time, and all of them are inherited from the long-standing ice heroes."

Each ice weapon is the honor of the holder and the great religious significance. Every warrior in the Frost Guard Fortress will regard it as the ultimate pursuit and will offer eternal loyalty to the divine mission after obtaining it.

"So, these weapons are just for you to use temporarily. When you use up this ice room, I will see that the things in it remain intact, not a single thing."

Hara told the two of them seriously that the rules of use were the sacred temple of the Frost Guards, not the playground for outsiders.

"So... I understand." Kahn nodded. He was not the blood of the ice. He had no pursuit of these ice weapons. He simply regarded them as tools to create cold.

"I'll go out first, I'll come in every once in a while to confirm." Hala stopped again after walking a few steps, and the two of them looked at what she was going to do in confusion.

"By the way, I will tell you a Lisangrao's ice bloodline prayer: Ice will not bring pain, but will bring surrender. If you encounter difficulties, read it a few times and wish you good luck."

After Hara said that, she left here, leaving the two of them looking at each other.

"So, how do we start?" Kasha spread her hands and looked at Kahn with no choice.

"Is this asking us to give up the pain and surrender to the ice? Humph..." At this time, Kahn was still thinking about Hala's advice, but when he thought that they were not the blood of the ice, he put it aside.

"Don't always let me give you advice, you think of a solution yourself." Kahn bounced her forehead and said as she shrank her neck: "In order to walk under the abyss, we need to train our skin nails to endure the cold..."

Halfway through his words, he looked at the Zhenbing weapon on the wall: "... Let's start by trying to pick up the Zhenbing weapon."

The two of them covered their void skin armor and each selected a weapon from the wall.

The weapon Kasha chose was a short sword, an unmelted Zhenbing embedded in Dongtan's sword hilt, and the cold white frost wrapped around the blade. Kahn chose a hammer, and the hammer head was wrapped by Zhenbing. The reason he chose this weapon was also very simple, because it was big.

After choosing, you will try to tame Zhenbing weapons.

Instead of picking up the hammer handle of the obsidian, Kahn grabbed the hammer head with both hands and carried it out of the groove.

Zhen Bing's killing power immediately appeared, and cold climbed up to his arms, and his palms were frozen in an instant, and the ice crystals were gradually spreading along the arms toward the heart.

Kahn felt a severe pain ignited all over his body. This was the burning sensation that was extremely cold, and it hurt even through the skin nails.

He held on for a while, but couldn't bear it, and then he let go of his hand. The hammer fell on the ground and made a dull echo, which shocked Kasha on the side so hard that she opened her eyes wide.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

Kahn nodded, suddenly clenched his fist that was about to be frozen, shattering the ice crystals on his arm and shaking Zhenbing's freezing power from his hands.

"Zhen Bing's cold air will pour into the body through the skin nails, and pain will accompany it. This is not an easy thing."

"I'll try." Kasha had Kahn's experience before, and had made enough mental preparation before reaching out to hold the dagger, but even so, she didn't hold on for long, and the dagger in her hand fell to the ground with a clang.

The pain made her frown deeply, her teeth were clenched, and her retracted hands were tightly pressed against both sides of her body.

"The Zhenbing weapon is still too harsh to the holders. We are not the Ice Bloodline, so it is not easy to pick it up." Kahn held Kasha's cheek and comforted softly.
Chapter completed!