Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1417 - 406: Dragon Clan Stone Pillar_2

Chapter 1417: Chapter 406: Dragon Clan Stone Pillar_2

The ten-sided star arrangement, mirror-like clear cold pools are situated in the open area directly in front of the "Sea of Silence" camp. The layout is exquisite and filled with ancient charm. The large cold pools measure about ten or so acres in size, while the small ones are just over a dozen yards wide. The waterfall that flows down from the mountain top into the valley converges into a ring-shaped river, like the arms of a mother, tightly embracing the ten mirror-like cold pools.

The originally omnipresent sea of flowers and lush grass in the wetland basin has all transformed into sparsely scattered winter jasmine plants and cold-tolerant moss around these ten cold pools. The puddles that were everywhere on the wetland have all turned into glistening ice hollows around the cold pools, and even a few cow hoof print hollows are blooming with branches of snow-white and fiery red mixed together in the cotton grass.

The most eye-catching sight is the clumps of colossal snow reeds by the side of the cold pools, which, though slightly fewer in number, are indeed majestic. Layers of thin mist rise from the surface of the pool, lightly dancing along the huge reed leaves; while on the ring-shaped river formed by the distant waterfall, there floats a layer of lush duckweeds with white flowers and pink water lilies; the presence of scenery from two completely different seasons in one place makes for an extraordinarily harmonious and splendid view.

From this, one can see that the distribution of the cold from the cold pools seems to have its own independent domain.

"Hehe... If I didn’t know better, I would have thought this was an ice spring from Mount Tamerlarya!" Liu was awed as his gaze swept over the colossal snow reeds on the banks of the cold pools. Upon seeing the snow-white herons landing on the fat, gigantic reed leaves, their figures suddenly petite and elegant, Old Liu smacked his lips continuously—thinking about how much rice it would take to wrap zongzi with these reed leaves.

"The sage Elise sank in the middle of that pair of Twin Cold Pools! The Poison Flame Demon King lies within the frozen soil by the riverbank, and we must excavate it before nightfall!" The elder Flower Elf Cech, spreading his transparent wings, fluttered lightly in the air, rubbing his hands and breathing out a puff of white air, vigorously wrapping his thick coat around himself.

Liu helped Guoguo, Axianu, and the little parrot each put on a layer of leather coats, secretly sneering to himself.

To be honest, Old Liu didn’t believe for a second that this Poison Flame Demon King was personally sealed by the Moon Goddess Eruni. Just like how he is increasingly doubting whether the three beloved heroes from ten thousand years ago were really the warriors of the god Kampas.

From the ancient times to the present, many powerful entities from the Otherworld who were sealed by the epic heroes exist on the Aegean Continent. These powerful Otherworldly beings are hard to kill, or rather, killing them could turn them into terrifying undead creatures—they can only be permanently imprisoned.

Nowadays, people’s nostalgia has become somewhat pathological, as if the more ancient the times, the more credible it becomes. Any vague historical account has to be linked to the gods, as if failing to do so would drastically reduce their value.

As for contemporary heroes, books, or any other works, their biggest difference from classics and epics is that they are not ancient enough.

Old Liu seriously wonders if he will also be sung about as another incarnation of the war god Beamon ten thousand years into the future.

Since the Flower Elves usually fly, there are no trodden paths towards the cold pools, so the whole group trudges forward "slip-slopping" over the icy pits on the frozen ground.

After entering the domain of the cold pools, threads of chilling cold begin to permeate and attack the body, heart-wrenching and lung-splitting. The little parrot immediately burrowed into Old Liu’s hair. Guoguo, being physically robust, and Axianu, an expert in deathly frost aura, were completely unaffected by the cold, drawing the amazement of the surrounding Flower Elves—how could the two Frosty Pichus endure the cold better than them?

"It’s said that Areida Flame Demon’s strength certainly isn’t inferior to that of a fifth-tier Giant Dragon, but why is it necessary to add the Fire Elemental magic power of two Hell Black Dragons to counter the single sword aura from Overlord Samuel?" Xiao Bei, finding it strange, quietly asked her boss, "Could it be that the power of Overlord Samuel has become terribly fearsome?"

Liu didn’t know either, shrugged his shoulders, and kept a lookout for the weather.

"It’s a great regret that the exceptionally talented Temple Knight Samuel chose to betray and forgot who his strength came from. If the god of war could bestow power, of course he could also retract it." Behind him, a Phantom Beast Knight helped Mourinho into a fur cloak, Old Swan shrugged his shoulders, his words tinged with a bit of remorse.

Liu rolled his eyes; he felt that Old Swan sure liked to put on airs. No matter how biting the chill of the cold pools, with his strength, there was no need to don a fur cloak to ward off the cold. He really knew how to act cool.

Xiao Bei also rolled her eyes; as an atheist, a Mage discussing magical power and tying it to such unfounded theology was what mages detested the most.

The group progressed, twisting and turning until they arrived at the Twin Cold Pools in the central area. Just like the other cold pools, the shores here were built up with giant white limestone blocks. Due to the passage of time, the stone surface was full of open cracks, covered with lush moss.

This deep pool covered approximately two acres, shaped like a giant dumbbell, with a hundred-yard-wide frozen soil ridge in the middle. In the center of both sides of the water, there stood a huge hexagonal pillar each, which had elaborate and obscure runes on them. Reflecting on the deep green pool water, at first glance, this pool of cold and solemn clear water seemed like a page filled with text.