The sound was like the flapping of wings, and like the loud noise of a glacier collapsing!
"What is that sound?" Luota walked around, but this was the first time he heard such a sound, and doubts could not help but arise in his heart.
The five people looked up together, looking towards the sky. There was nothing but endless colorful snowflakes, but the sound was getting closer and louder, as if everyone on the ground could feel the strong vibration.
After a while, the sound gradually faded away...
"Ah, it's him, could it be him!" the female elf suddenly shouted, as if she suddenly found something in her memory.
"Who are you talking about?" Dai Yuan asked.
"It's Bingluan! It's Bingluan!" The female elf trembled.
Dai Yuan and the other two people don’t know what Bing Luan is, and they don’t know why the female elf is trembling like this.
"I have never seen Bingluan. I only heard that it will be very cold when he appears, and colorful snow will fall from the sky. And he only comes out once every few hundred years!" the female elf explained.
"Little sister, what on earth is this Bingluan? I still don't understand." Luo Ta asked.
"Actually, yes, it's a bird." The female elf said quietly. Her understanding of Bingluan was limited to this point.
Dai Yuan and others were stunned after hearing this. Isn't it just a bird? You have lived for one hundred and fifty years, and you are still so trembling about a bird?
But think about it again, how can a bird control the weather and cause the temperature in the forest to change suddenly? Is this a curse or a power? Is it magic or magic that makes the colorful snowflakes dance in the sky?
Thinking of this, the intention of joking just now is gone.
"What else do you know about Bingluan?" Daiyuan asked the female elf.
The female elf shook her head.
"Perhaps the oldest Elf Grandpa of our Elf Tribe knows that he has lived for more than nine hundred years. It is said that he has seen Ice Luan once, and he is also the only Elf in our Elf Tribe who has seen Ice Luan."
More than nine hundred years old, it is unimaginable to fall off the tower, and it is even more difficult to calculate using human lifespan. It is not that the beard is almost as long as the hair, and the wrinkles on the face can kill flies and mosquitoes.