Mark dragged the bodies of the two snow wolves together, leaving two bloody marks on the sunken ground, which were soon covered by falling snow. He condensed energy into a hand knife, squatted down and began to peel the skin. The blade cut through the thick fur of the snow wolf, making a slight friction sound, which was almost inaudible in the howling wind and snow. The Ice Abyss Beast lay on the side, with its huge head resting on its front paws, quietly watching Mark's movements, with a glimmer in its green eyes, and occasionally spitting out a cloud of white mist.
After peeling the skin, Mark rolled up the two snow wolf skins and put them in his backpack. He stood up, patted his hands stained with the blood of the snow wolf, looked up at the direction of the temple, his eyes firm. "Let's go, old friend, let's continue on our way." He patted the head of the Ice Abyss Beast. The Ice Abyss Beast stood up, shook off the snow on its body, and let out a low whimper, as if responding to Mark's words. One man and one beast walked towards the temple, leaving behind two snow wolf corpses and bloodstains on the snow. The wind and snow were still raging, and soon covered up the traces on the snow, as if nothing had happened.
After walking for about an hour, the outline of the temple built with huge stones finally appeared in the wind and snow. The top of the temple was covered with thick snow, and some carved patterns were vaguely visible, looming in the wind and snow. Mark slowed down and approached the entrance of the temple cautiously, taking every step carefully to guard against the personnel of the Rebirth Organization. In the wind and snow, the outline of the temple was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, like a mysterious phantom, standing quietly in the depths of the snowfield.
He signaled the Ice Abyss Beast to stay where it was and be on guard, "Wait for me here, don't run around." As he spoke, he gently stroked the head of the Ice Abyss Beast. The Ice Abyss Beast lay down obediently, its green eyes staring at Mark, and made a low whimper, as if responding to his words.
Mark pulled out the ice sword and held it in his hand. The cold touch made him feel a little relieved. He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and then walked into the temple carefully. There was thick snow at the entrance of the temple. Mark used the ice sword to push the snow away, revealing a passage that only one person could pass through. He bent down and got in.
The inside of the temple was pitch black, and you couldn't see your fingers. A cold and damp breath came to your face, mixed with a faint smell of blood, which made Mark shudder. He took out a torch from his backpack and lit it with flint. With the faint light of the fire, he saw the scene inside the temple.
The space inside the temple was much larger than Mark had imagined. The tall stone pillars supported the dome, and some ancient patterns were carved on the walls, which looked particularly mysterious under the light of the fire. There were some broken stones and weapons scattered on the ground, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air. The traces of the last battle with the mysterious man still remained. Mark clenched the ice sword and continued to walk deeper into the temple. His footsteps echoed in the empty temple, and they were particularly clear. The flames of the surrounding torches flickered, illuminating the surrounding walls and stone pillars, like ghosts.
"I hope I can find the third energy fragment here." Mark whispered to himself, scanning the surrounding walls and stone pillars, trying to find some clues. He walked past a collapsed stone pillar with some complex patterns carved on it, which looked like an ancient text. Mark stopped and observed the patterns carefully, trying to interpret the meaning.
These words are very similar to the words that the mysterious man pulled me into the rune world last time. "Mark muttered to himself while observing the patterns. "Perhaps, this is the ability of the third energy fragment. "
He gently touched the pattern on the stone pillar with his fingers, feeling the cold touch of the stone. Suddenly, he felt a tingling pain in his fingertips, and he quickly retracted his hand and found a small wound on his fingertips, and blood slowly seeped out.
"What's going on? "Mark was startled. He looked at the pattern on the stone pillar again and found that the lines on the pattern seemed to be flickering slightly. "Could it be that these patterns are a trap?" Mark thought to himself. He observed the surrounding environment more vigilantly, holding the ice sword in his hand tightly, ready to deal with emergencies at any time. "It seems that I have to be more careful." Mark said, and continued to move forward, his eyes always vigilant. He continued to go deeper along the passage of the temple. The walls on both sides of the passage were engraved with various patterns, which looked particularly strange under the light of the fire. The smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger, making Mark feel uneasy. "I feel that I am getting closer and closer to the goal." Mark whispered to himself. He walked to the end of the passage and found a huge stone door blocking the way. The stone door was engraved with complex patterns, which were very similar to the patterns he had seen on the stone pillars before. Mark walked to the stone door, carefully observed the patterns on it, and tried to touch it with his hands. "Let me see what secrets are hidden behind this door. " Mark said, pushing the stone door hard.
The stone door did not move. Mark frowned, increased his strength, and tightened the muscles of his arms, but the stone door still did not react at all. He stepped back a few steps and carefully observed the structure of the stone door. He found that there was a groove on each side of the stone door, and the shape was very similar to the wound on his fingertips.
"Does it need blood to open it? "Mark hesitantly stretched out his injured finger and pointed his fingertip at the groove on the left.
The Ice Abyss Beast paced anxiously outside the temple, whimpering from time to time. The wind and snow were getting stronger, and the visibility around the temple was getting lower and lower. It pricked up its ears and listened carefully to the sounds in the temple, as if worried about Mark's safety.
Mark hesitated for a moment, and finally pressed his fingertip into the groove. A stabbing pain came, blood flowed along the groove, and the pattern on the stone door flashed a brighter light. At the same time, the groove on the right also lit up, as if echoing the groove on the left.
Mark took a deep breath, bit the index finger of his other hand, and pressed it into the groove on the right.
As the grooves on both sides were filled with blood, the stone door made a dull bang and slowly opened inward. A cold breath poured out from the crack of the door, making Mark shudder.