assistirfilmes Chapter 118 - Getting Captured by Ice Elves
Chapter 118 - Getting Captured by Ice Elves
Did we get captured?
Absolutely.
Was it all part of my plan?
Absolutely.
Was my plan a detailed one?
Not at all.
But, of course, none of that mattered. What truly mattered was the fact that we were finally about to enter the fabled territory of the Ice Elves, a place that had eluded us for days and was exactly what we'd been looking for. The rest was... uh, just details. Yes, that's right... details!
We were currently in some sort of cage, bouncing along with each jolt as it was carried by a strange, hulking beast I'd never seen before. It loomed over us, massive and unshakable, its thick, snow-white fur absorbing the cold, its wide back supporting our cage with ease. Each time it shifted, I could feel the iron bars pressing against my back, but even in our confinement, I wasn't exactly worried. I had bigger plans in mind.
"Hey, can I ask you guys a question?" I called out with a bright smile, acting as if this whole situation was perfectly normal.
The Ice Elves glanced over at me, their expressions a mix of confusion and annoyance, likely wondering why their prisoner was grinning like an idiot. Phoebe had warned me right after our capture that they didn't speak the same language as us, so they probably thought I was just babbling nonsense. Not exactly ideal, but it was something to work with.
"Right... you can't speak our language," I muttered, grinning as an idea struck me.
The beast lumbered forward, carrying us through a towering gate carved into an enormous ice wall. Beyond the entrance, the hidden village sprawled out before us, nestled within a vast ice cave. Everything here shimmered with a faint bluish glow, the icy walls reflecting the cold light like a mirror, casting eerie shadows across the snowy streets.
The cavern was colossal, with winding streets and buildings of varying heights stretching as far as I could see. Each building was crafted from solid ice, unique in shape and style, with intricate etchings decorating the walls, like ancient runes frozen into the very structure. But one building stood out—a towering castle made entirely of ice, looming over the village like a frozen crown.
An Ice Castle!
"I'm betting the King of the Ice Elves lives there," I whispered to Phoebe, nodding toward the grand structure with a grin.
As we were paraded down the main street, every Ice Elf turned to watch us. Their cold blue eyes were filled with curiosity, suspicion, and, in some cases, amusement. They muttered in their own language, glancing at us with knowing smirks. Some pointed, their faces twisted into sneers or pitying looks, as if our capture was a source of grim entertainment.
I could only smile inwardly, imagining the change in their expressions once we strolled out of this castle with the full support of the Ice Elves. Soon enough, they'd see we weren't fools or weaklings. They wouldn't be laughing then.
"C-Caedrel... everything is going to be fine, right?" Phoebe asked, her voice barely above a whisper. I glanced over and saw her fingers gripping the bars tightly, her lips trembling slightly from a mix of stress and cold.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine. Just let me do all the talking, and everything will go exactly as I planned." I gave her a confident smile. "You trust me, right?"
She looked at me with narrowed eyes. "To talk with the King of the Ice Elves? Absolutely not!"
I laughed, unfazed by her lack of faith, and gave her the same bright smile as before.
"Don't worry. They'll love me!"