Colorful flames dance on the blue ice, surrounded by the sound of souls. The once perfect country of blue ice is about to be destroyed...
Ice Palace——
"Nomul, please take the ice spirit and leave!"
"No, King. Please leave with me!"
The Ice King looked out the window, and the flames were approaching the Ice Palace step by step. No one thought that the Yanzhi tribe would invade the Ice tribe. The Ice King closed his ice blue eyes in despair. "The Ice Spirit is our last hope. Nomul, please protect it. No matter what, you cannot let the Ice Spirit fall into the hands of the Yanzhi tribe. I failed to protect the Ice tribe until the end. Just let me stay here to accompany my people who have left."
"King..."
"Nomul Luwutus, this is an order!"
"King... Yes, obey my king's will..."
Ice turns into water in fire, and water disappears without a sound.
In ancient times, the country of blue ice sublimated in fire...