The blue petals trembled for a moment, one by two, and the petals fell off the flowers, not falling to the ground, but floating in mid-air under the backdrop of an unknown force.

When Jorah looked closely, she realized that the blue floating in the air was not petals at all, but ice-blue butterflies.

The wings fluttered, revealing them for what they were, and in just a few breaths, all that remained of the flowers on the ground was their ugly stamens.

The entire space is covered in dense ice butterflies.

Jorah could sense the hidden aggression of these ice butterflies, but their target was not herself, but the person hiding in the pool.

"What's going on?"

At this time, Jorah also noticed that Roger's body was gradually returning to normal, and he didn't know if it was the core structure that was infused with too much life essence, or the spring water that helped him isolate the cold around him.

It is clear that in the eyes of these ice butterflies, Roger hiding in the lake has become an outlier.

In the next second, Jorah saw the ice butterflies not far away gathering together, and slapped down like a palm covered by ice crystals!

They completely ignored Jorah, who was standing next to the lake, and only targeted Roger.

Before she had time to think, Jorah leapt into the air and returned to the form of a dragon, spreading her wings and meeting the huge palm.

Rumble!

The furious impact slammed into Jorah, the scales on the surface of her body shaking slightly, resisting most of the impact.

With a loud roar coming from his mouth, Jorah's massive body spun nimbly in midair, and the wind ruffled the wings of the air around him like a razor, crushing the huge palm in just an instant.

But before she could rejoice, Jorah noticed that her attack had shattered some of the ice butterflies, but then more ice butterflies poured in.

The defeated ice butterflies vanished into thin air before they could hit the ground, and at the same time, huge palms reappeared.

It's just that the shape of the palm has changed slightly.

Seems to be harder and sharper.

"The situation has changed, speed up the absorption!" Heart-splitting shouted loudly with Jorah.

Roger watched everything that was happening outside the lake, and at this time the changes inside his body were completely out of his control.

For the absorption of the essence of life, he only guessed the beginning, but did not anticipate the process and result.

In fact, without a core structure, Roger's body could not store any life essence, and the life essence did not represent a simple energy, and he could not use it rudely to strengthen his body and increase his strength.

That's a recognition.

Recognition to become a higher creature.

"Discover powerful life energy, transform and absorb the ......"

This is a hint from the notice board, and there is no change in Roger's body.

But soon, in the depths of his consciousness, the hunter's hut, which was originally a little vague, became condensed at an extremely fast speed.

From blurry to clear.

Just when Roger thought that the Hunter's Hut would be completely formed with the help of this strange energy, it seemed to have reached a certain limit, and the clear but incomplete Hut stopped absorbing.

Immediately afterward, there was a little more moisture in the pitch black background.

The water vapor was filled with water, and raindrops fell from the void.

The whole process is silent but extremely fast.

Roger was shocked to find that a pool of turquoise water had formed around the hut, and the water was so clear that it seemed to sink to his ankles.

"What is this?"

Roger was a little strange, he could feel that his strength had not increased in any way, the process of transformation was still continuing, and Roger was even worried that he would drain the life essence here.

"Nothing will happen, will it?" He was inevitably a little frightened, but at this moment, Roger suddenly felt as if a large shadow was covering the sky above his head.

Wake up from the depths of your consciousness and look up.

The turquoise waters of the lake seem to be mixed with other colors.

That's blood.

Above the lake, Jorah was covered in bruises, each scale seemed to have been repeatedly destroyed, and he kept repairing the injuries on his body, but now she was not fighting against a huge palm.

In all directions, a dozen palms were volleyed in the air, and Jorah was exhausted, if it weren't for the protection of Roger from interference, she could have carried out guerrilla warfare.

But now, Jorah can only float passively over the lake, and most of the attacks can only fall on her body.

Her vitality is not infinitely overdrawn, and her roar has become weak, and as the injury worsens, the ice crystallization of her whole body is getting worse and worse.

The ice butterflies destroyed by her furious attacks drifted away in the wind, and it didn't take long for new ice butterflies to grow again on the stamens on the ground.

Although the flowers around the lake have been completely destroyed by her, there is a steady stream of freezing points gathering farther away.

The cycle goes on and on.

Don't say it's Jorah, even if his vitality is twice as strong, he will be consumed alive by a steady stream of ice butterflies.

This is a world of ice and snow, and there is no room for other forces to survive.

Her body stumbled, Jorah's wings snapped, and her massive body fell from mid-air and slammed into the turquoise water.

Shaking her head and recovering from her dizzy state, Jorah was about to flapp her wings and fly high, but the damage to her wings affected the angle of her flight.

Just when she thought she was about to slam into the lake, a loud bang came from beneath her, and Jorah felt herself being held against a powerful force.

The falling figure shook slightly.

"Let's go, let's get out of here."

"It's over?"

Jorah asked rhetorically.

"If you don't leave, you'll be killed by them!"

Roger's voice was heavy.

"Damn! Do you know what you're doing? Jorah snarled coldly.

"I know my own situation, there is only one chance, if you fail this time, it may take a long, long time before you can condense a sufficient amount of life essence to enter the fifth order!"

"The current situation simply won't give us that much time!"

"Many people will die by then, including you and me!"

"It's over, it's over!"

Roger interrupted Jorah's words, and it seemed that only a short time had passed in his consciousness, but Jorah from the outside world had endured countless attacks.

The Hunter's Hut is like a greedy black hole, frantically sucking up the life essence, and if time permits, Roger guesses that the Hunter Hut may indeed absorb all the life essence.

But he knew that if he continued to delay, before the lake could be drained, Jorah would be transformed into ice crystals or killed completely.

Although there was a reason for it at the beginning, it was indeed because of the planning of Jorah and others that Amanda's soul was transferred to Elrod.

But then there were many misunderstandings between the two parties, and Jorah's actions made it impossible for Roger to watch her die in front of his eyes.

Although the two sides are just using each other, Roger also has his own bottom line.

"Done?"

Listening to Roger's words, Jorah seemed to let out a sigh of relief, and then her body shrunk back into her human form.

The palm was cold, Jorah's body was terrifyingly cold, Roger grabbed it casually, and the opponent's arm was as hard as steel.

"Don't always laugh at me, now you're hard too." Roger made a joke, but Jorah was in no mood to reply to him.

The green light flowed, and the injuries on his body recovered at an extremely fast speed, but then the degree of ice crystallization in his body gradually intensified.

At this time, Roger jumped out of the water, and the surrounding ice butterflies rushed towards him frantically, squeezing a large number of ice butterflies with his hands, flying snow in the distance, and more ice butterflies regenerated.

"They're targeting me, and if I throw you out, will it be much easier for both of us?"

Roger chuckled.

Without the familiar shouting, Jorah's eyes were closed, and the expression on her face gradually froze, as the snow and ice spread around her.

His heart sank slightly, and in Roger's induction, Jorah's vitality was shrinking rapidly, and the flames burning in his chest were only a small insignificant blob.

That's her emotion, it's her will.

Comparatively speaking, absorbing a part of the lake water, even if there is no change in his body, Roger no longer seems to be suppressed by the rules of the entire ice and snow world.

The restraints were gone, and his mind moved, hugging Jorah's body and running forward frantically.

At the same time, behind Roger, a slightly thin shadow suddenly became thick, and in the next second, a pitch-black figure separated from Roger's body.

The same silhouette, and the hideous black moon!

The sun and the moon have no light.

In an instant, the entire sky was shrouded in darkness, and for the first time in this snow-filled world, there seemed to be a division between day and night.

In just a moment, the extreme darkness disappeared, but all the flowers in front of Roger were cleared!

The smooth ground was mottled marks, and countless fine and tragic cracks spread into the distance, and Roger suddenly picked up speed.

The pitch-black figure carved a straight path in front of him.

Jorah fell into a coma, and Roger had no reason to hide his strength, and soon climbed over the hill to the forest in front of the crack.

Jorah's situation was dangerous, and Roger naturally couldn't delay any longer, so he chose the most violent way forward.

Countless ice trees were cut off, green liquid splattered from the breaches, and suddenly the entire space trembled, and under the smooth ground, there seemed to be a large shadow approaching.

"What is this?!"

Roger didn't dare to stop, he ran wildly, he didn't even have the idea of looking back more, and rushed into the gap of the canyon with a strong oppressive force.

He had been in the darkness for a long time, but he felt as if he had not shaken off that terrible sense of oppression.

Leaving was much smoother than entering, with shadows on the side, Roger kept his head down, and after a long time, it was bright in the distance, and then he saw the familiar snow-capped mountains and snow.

"Hoo ......"

With a sigh of relief, Roger didn't linger any longer.

He continued to run some distance, and as Jorah had described, it took him about a tenth of the time before he left the repetitive mountain range and came somewhere before the two of them set out.

The world is extremely unfamiliar, but Roger can only try to discern the direction.

Jorah's situation looks bad, and he must bring her back to the Secret Valley as soon as possible.

"Ahem...... Put me down! ”

There was a light cough from behind.

"Are you awake?" Roger was overjoyed, and when he left the canyon, he had already retracted his shadows.

At this time, Jorah looked in poor condition, her body was covered with a layer of ice crystals a foot thick, which made her look like she didn't have any breath of a living person at all.

Even now, what he hears is not Jorah's voice, but the thoughts transmitted by the other party through the spirit.

"How's your doing?"

"Show me the way, and I'll take you back to the valley."

"No, we can't go there yet."

Jorah replied.

"That terrible power is still there, I must expel the cold in my body as soon as possible, otherwise it will most likely permanently reduce my strength."

"Take me to the south, to the hottest places, I need a little help from the world!"

Jorah urged.

Given the offered position, Roger took Jorah and continued on his way.

Ural Volcano.

This is the most famous volcanic complex in the south of Elrod, and in fact the power of magma can't banish the cold from Jora's body, but what she needs now is not natural fire, but the surroundings.

Implicit rules.

Even in this kind of place, the frost on Jora's body showed no signs of melting, and when he came to the area where the flames were most dense, Roger jumped into the crater with Jorah in his arms.

He carved his way to a world completely surrounded by lava.

"Great, this is it!"

Jorah responded.

Roger couldn't help but wait silently, and as time passed, he noticed that the ice crystals on Jorah's body were melting.

But before he could rejoice, the disappeared ice crystals regrew, and the thicker the ice crystals, the weaker Jorah's breath became.

"It's not ordinary cold, it's like your flame, and the cold is just its appearance!" Roger said with a frown.

"Yes, it does."

"I need emotional power." Jorah replied, closing his eyes, and slowly, a faint anger appeared on her face, as if she thought of an angry past.

The veins on Jorah's forehead flare.

With the rising anger, the flame in his chest became more lively.

"I see!"

Although Roger wanted to slap Jorah to raise his anger level, he hesitated for a moment and still felt that such help was really limited.

At this time, the frost on the surface of Jora's body completely melted, and then a large moist space was formed around it, and even the lava near the two of them was completely frozen.

The moisture soaked Jorah's body, and the robe clung to her body, outlining the most realistic curves.

Although it is said that although they are twins, some habits acquired after tomorrow still make the two have a lot of differences, and Roger silently retracted his gaze.

We are pure comrades-in-arms, companions!

In these aspects, Roger feels that he still has a very bottom line.

The next second, Jorah's eyes snapped open.

"How?"

"Are you feeling better......" Before Roger could finish speaking, Jorah suddenly made a move and gently tapped it on Roger's chest!

"What are you doing?!"

Roger was startled, and subconsciously retreated, but then a surging flame burst out of his chest, and the flame split into two streams.

One went straight to his brain, almost burning his reason, and the other went straight to his lower abdomen, awakening the body's most primitive instincts.

Roger was well aware that it was Jorah's emotional fire burning in his body at this time.

This emotion is called desire.

"You...... What are you going to do? ”

A white filled Roger's vision.

"Why do you always force me to ......?"

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