After Orn answered, Jeno glanced inside the furnace. The orange-red liquid was churning, like waves crashing against the walls of the furnace, and the blazing fire reflected on the face.

"It's quite a lot." He said. In fact, the molten iron was enough to submerge the entire base of the Wailing Abyss to the height of the Lost Bridge.

"I heard that the situation is not good, do you need me to go to war?" Orn muttered.

This surprised Jeno that the ram would make such a request. If the other party was willing, he would have liked to agree to Orn's request, but for some other reason, he couldn't.

"No, you're just staying here. As soon as I give the signal, I will open a canal and lead the molten iron into the abyss of weeping. ”

Orn had to keep watch by the furnace to heat the molten iron, otherwise it would quickly solidify in the cold snowy climate. And in addition to Jeno's use of the power of runes, only Orn can easily do it.

Jeno turned and hurried to the Bridge of Sorrow, but Orn stopped him.

"Don't forget to bring this." He turned to face Jeno and bent down to hand it to Jeno.

The moment the thick fingers slowly opened, Jeno's attention was absorbed by the treasure in his palm—a spiral-shaped horn that looked primitive and rustic, engraved with fiery red runes and powerful fire power.

When Jeno took it into his hands, he found that in some details, the horn was far more delicate than it had been at first sight.

Let's start with the material of the horn, which is neither stone nor gold, and it feels like some kind of biological material. And that's where the magic goes, Genok has never heard of a creature material that can resist Orn's fiery forging without shattering. Then there are the quaint runes on the horn that are full of age, perfectly blended with the horn itself. It was as if the runes were not engraved on the horn, but grew on the horn in the first place.

"The flame released by this horn can easily melt the ice, use it carefully, don't play with fire and set yourself on fire."

Orn admonished, and Jeno came back to his senses in surprise and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you!" Thank you very much, now I have a little more certainty ......"

He looked up as he spoke, but when he saw the strange appearance on Orn's head, it was as if he had been petrified. Can't speak, can't move.

What shocked him so much?

Orn turned silently, his massive body blocking Jeno's view.

"Don't tell me it's made with your horn?!" Jeno flew directly in front of him, pointed at his half-cut right corner, and asked loudly.

Orn grunted, kind of acknowledged. What Jeno is holding in his hand now is indeed a peerless magic artifact that he has broken his horns and squeezed out as much time as possible to forge while taking care of burning iron. It's unique, it's the only one in the world.

Jeno clutched his forehead, the surprise was too heavy to scare him.

He wanted to say something, but there was movement in the abyss of crying. It was the troll yelling, like a devil's knock on the door.

"I'll go first, and I'll talk about that later."

He hurried back to the Bridge of Sorrow and found that the bridge deck was full of people.

The two War Mothers ordered all adult Iceborns to fight in the war, and along with hundreds of trolls, they formed an impenetrable line of defense on both sides of the kilometer-long bridge.

Sejuani patrolled the bridge on a steelmane, the flail dragging across the ground leaving a path of frost and reverberations of oppression. The gaze from her made each warrior shudder, and they subconsciously straightened their backs, and they all tacitly believed that this brutal war mother would not hesitate to plunge the cowardly into the abyss.

Ash did not pray under the statue of the three sisters, who could not save them, and they fought for themselves.

A huge brazier was placed every 100 meters on the bridge, but they had not yet been ignited. There were many oil arrows stacked around the brazier, all of which had been scavenged from the icy basement of the Frostguard Fortress, and all of them were placed here.

Ash himself stood alone by one of the braziers, anxiously waiting for something. She was eager to see through it, and when she saw Jeno landing on the bridge, she rudely pushed away Sarah and Izawa, who had come to find him, and the others rushed to him first.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to, please let me talk to Jeno first! ”

No one had ever seen her so reckless, and there must have been something very important, so they didn't say anything and let Ash cut in line.

"What's wrong?" Jeno looked into her eyes, and her face was never clean, often covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

"I want to borrow a fire!" Ash said breathlessly. Her physical strength wouldn't make her gasp like this when she ran hundreds of meters, she was just too excited.

"Fire?" Jeno looked at the brazier and oil arrows on the bridge, and asked her, "Are these all you came up with?" ”

Ash nodded, "I learned from the Frost Priest that mortal swords, and even ice weapons, are difficult to kill those who live below, so I begged Orn for guidance to make weapons that would allow us to resist monsters, but he asked me to come to you." ”

"Wise, you want the Eternal Flame, right?" Jeno took a dry piece of wood from a nearby brazier, lit it with the Eternal Flame, and handed it to Ash.

"That's right! That's it! Ash took the torch, the flames that tickled the icy veins and made her feel uncomfortable, but it just said how lethal they were to the Void creatures.

"Take it, the flames can push those monsters back."

"Thank you very much!" Ash thanked him and hurried away, running from one section of the bridge to the other with torches, lighting more than a dozen braziers in turn.

"That's smart, use rockets to deal with Void monsters." Looking at the sound of Ash running, Sarah was heartily amazed. And when she looked away, the conversation changed: "But is it really okay to have so many people standing on the bridge?" This bridge is 10,000 years old......"

As she spoke, Sarah's eyes occasionally turned to Sejuani. Yes, she is talking about this war mother, knowing that the Bridge of Sorrow may not be "tough" enough, and riding a multi-ton wild boar king around around.

"If you're scared, you can fight on the boat."

Jeno was expressionless, and when he said this, Sarah immediately changed her words: "But this is also something that can't be helped, if something really happens, there is Sindra on top, right?" ”

Sarah said as she reached out and pinched Syndra's buttocks, shocking and angry. It's just because Jano is watching all this, she doesn't make a move, but just glares at Sarah, who is suddenly a hooligan, with a murderous gaze.

"It seems that your mentality has not only recovered well, but your courage has also fattened a lot, and even Sindra dares to flirt." Sarah in front of him is acting in her true colors, which makes him believe that she is ready.

"Hehe, I drank a little wine, and I was a little upset." Sarah showed a hint of drunkenness, and out of nowhere conjured a small leather bag and handed it to Jeno: "I finally got it for you, I almost used a gun." I heard what it was called 'God's tears'! I've already tasted it 'with my own mouth', the best of the best! Want some? ”

Sarah opened the lid, and the strong aroma of wine immediately hit her nose. Looking at the little wine bag that she had snorted, Jeno didn't say anything in the end, and took it and poured all the rest of the wine with his head up.