He is someone who answers the call and accomplishes great things.
They made great sacrifices just because of one truth:
This fragile world needs protection.
For Lissandra, this is what it's all about.
Since she completely integrated the ice blood into her body, she no longer needs to rest, and she is especially alert now.
Because there is something strange in the starry sky tonight.
There are many windows on the circular ceiling of her private room, and the runes engraved on them can control the energy of many celestial bodies.
At this time, the ice runes began to roll and change, and the celestial energy displayed scenes in the distance like a projector on the ceiling of her huge private room.
"So...the black ice melts, and the war that should come finally comes again?"
A somewhat old and solemn voice sounded.
Lissandra walked out of the shadows of the night and took advantage of the faint moonlight to come into the light from the skylight.
She lost her true 'human body' the moment she absorbed the energy of black ice. Some people say that she is a hidden living saint, and she knows it very well. She is not so much a Freljordian...
It would be better to say that she has now become a 'humanoid magical ice with intelligence and mobility'.
Lissandra raised her head slightly, revealing her face to the moonlight.
She is like a sculpture, a sculpture made of perfect ice, but it has life and the ability to move.
Her face is by no means beautiful, delicate or youthful, but there is a kind of loneliness and coldness, like the blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation, which cares about its own beauty.
Her ice-blue skin is spotless, and her eyes are covered by the unique headgear of the Frost Guard, because she is actually blind, which is very similar to her current state, closed, secretive, and isolated from the world.
, but alone beautiful and powerful.
But she still raised her cheeks, and she seemed to be able to see the dancing scene on the ceiling.
Even though it was a silent film without any sound, it still caused fluctuations in Lissandra's face.
Obviously, she can see everything in it.
"Avarosa..."
Lissandra murmured and stood in the moonlight, and the thick moonlight seemed to condense into some kind of memory.
"Just like you said...your descendants are coming to me."
Some memories of ancient barbaric times that existed in ancient times, that cannot even be described in terms of how many years, seem to be rolling under the gear bearings of the long river of time.
Also in Lissandra's memories that were almost frozen forever, they gradually melted and surfaced.
Those ancient memories emerge one by one like a black and white movie.
Lissandra's face looked a little nostalgic. In her eyes, which had been blind for countless years, she saw the great battle that changed the Freljord...
The arrows of perfect ice soaring into the sky, the galloping warriors of Avarosa, the echoes of saints echoing throughout the Freljord, and the ice aurora that finally penetrated the sky, the peace that Avarosa exchanged for her life, and that
A bridge of perfect ice that will rise above the Howling Abyss in later generations.
"You once said...the ice and snow will eventually melt one day...just like people who have made great achievements will eventually return to the ordinary, just like how brilliant the life of all things in the universe will come to an end."
The moment Lissandra's murmur fell.
A shocking Ice Arrow exploded in the not-so-distant night sky, lighting up the sky like a scorching sun. A stretch of day fell here, covering up the moonlight, shining into Lissandra's private room, illuminating her face.
The body shape is vividly expressed.
She has completely become a statue of Zhenbing, but she is not rigid. Zhenbing has become soft skin and sacrificial clothing, and her slender skirt hangs down to the ground to form surging ice, which will continue to surge when she moves.
"Your name is Ai Xi, I seem to have heard of you."
Lissandra raised her head and stared at the exploding brilliant ice crystal. A kind of information that only she could understand appeared in her mind one by one.
"Is your strength no longer enough?"
Lissandra asked suddenly.
But there was clearly no one around her. It was even said that there was not a single living creature within a few kilometers of this huge private room that looked like a mausoleum.
And thousands of miles away that no one knows.
Under the dark and cold starry sky, the Ice Queen, who was advancing at the front of the Rakstark army, suddenly raised her head.
She heard the voice coming from the Frostguard. It was Lissandra's voice.
"It's not enough. I must...ask for help, Lissandra."
The Ice Queen murmured in a low voice, so low that no one could hear her.
If such words were heard by the people of Rakstak, it would undoubtedly be a shocking blow. They could not believe that Avarosa's reincarnation and the queen of Rakstak would say such words at the end of the war.
But only a very few people who really understand the truth of the war understand it.
The real horror of this war has not yet come. In countless ancient wars, Avarosa almost sacrificed his life to win the difficult victory of this war.
In the deepest part of the Howling Abyss.
An eternal monster is staring indifferently behind the curtain between the two worlds. They have been observing Runeterra from the prison of Zhenbing for a long time.
They have an ancient name.
Frost Watcher.
A very long time ago, a very small number of people in the Freljord knew that the so-called ice demons were actually the scouts sent by these watchers.
Outside of Runeterra, there are many different worlds and planes.
They monitor, spy, and look at the world maliciously, without any good intentions.
"So? What did you predict?"
Across an empty distance of at least ten thousand miles, Lissandra's voice rang in Ashe's ears.
There are many extremely secret messages in this world that only a few people know.
Just like countless people, including Lin Luo, they all only know that Ashe is the reincarnation of Avarosa, the queen with the blood of the Ice Saint, the leader and the most powerful person.
But as the old saying goes, the truth is always in the hands of a few.
Ordinary people will always only know part of the truth, and the most critical part is often buried and hidden.
The true truth about the Freljord is...
There is not only one saint in the Freljord.
The Frost Witch Lissandra, who is hidden deep in the Frost Fortress, is also a Saint of Ice Bloodline.
The power of the saint's bloodline can communicate with the natural power of Freljord, so the situation at this time is that the two of them used the wind and snow as a medium to communicate with each other thousands of miles away, and no one knew... Lissandra was
The bloodline of the Ice Saint is more powerful and ancient than Ashe.
However, as Lin Luo understood, her saint bloodline was more inclined towards immortality.
Just like the old saying that with great power comes great responsibility, she also has her own responsibilities and missions.
"I must guard everything in the Howling Abyss. Tell me what did you predict?"
Lissandra's tone was solemn and she asked again.
"Lissandra, I saw a terrible demon crossing the barrier between the two worlds and descending on Runeland. Its first arrival point is your Frost Fortress. I am leading all the warriors of Rakstaq here. We must unite
Get up, otherwise the Freljord will be doomed."
When Ai Xi said this, her tone was trembling.
"So, is history repeating itself again?"
Lissandra was silent for a long time, but she seemed calmer:
"Actually, I knew that this day would always come. Disasters are like the sun, moon, stars, and tides... They will always come and go again and again, but the time interval is different. But this time we may not be strong enough... That terrible scene
The rune war has weakened the power of the entire world, and we may not be able to stop the coming enemy..."
During the day, the light of the Perfect Ice Arrow flickered, and Lissandra sighed like this.
Her life span is too long.
The history she has seen is not limited to the Freljord, but the entire Runeterra.
This world is being invaded by various unknown forces, and it has long been shattered, just like the broken body that was the last support.
People can't know this, but people with stronger abilities often have a deeper understanding of the world and the more they understand that this land is suffering from unspeakable threats.
This threat is not limited to the Freljord.
The entire world of Runeterra is facing this threat.
Lissandra is like a lonely gazer. She can see all this clearly, but she has no ability to change it.
She is just one of the few ancient guardians in this world.
Although in the minds of many people, she is a saint from the old era, or an evil witch, or the embodiment of indifference.
But she did guard outside the Howling Abyss for tens of thousands of years, fighting against the Frost Watcher alone.
"But we still have to continue fighting, you know... Freljord cannot be conquered, we must fight to the death, and no matter what, we can still think of other ways... Countless years ago, you were desperate, but in the end you still thought of it
Is there a solution?"
Ai Xi said in a low voice:
"If humans can't resist the devil, then seek help from a higher level... There are ancient gods in Freljord. We can seek help from demigods. Didn't Ornn, the God of Molten Fire, help you back then?
The Bridge of Perfect Ice was built for the Howling Abyss... We can seek His help again this time!"
The light of the Perfect Ice Arrow in the sky began to dissipate, and the connection between the two saints became weaker.
Ashe's strength is not enough to sustain this state for a long time.
Lissandra thought for a moment and said:
"But you know, passing the test of the ancient gods... requires unimaginable terrifying will, super strength beyond mortals, and an extremely long time..."
There were some memories in her tone, her mood fluctuated slightly, and she subconsciously walked out of the spacious private room.
Just such a slight emotional fluctuation caused thousands of coffin-shaped black icicles to protrude from the snowy ground.
They are like huge black teeth, growing out of the deep valley, as if they want to swallow the sky.
She knew exactly how far down the icicles went, where they were rooted, and why they stood there.
Lissandra walked slowly among this unique array of ice and stones.
Under the celestial phenomenon where the frost moon and cold stars meet, the scene she saw with her blind eyes is extremely clear. Anyone who dares to set foot in this sacred space has never reached her vision. Although it is as quiet as a mausoleum, she hears
He heard a sound that no one else could hear - a half-asleep, half-dead person, chattering among the ice crystal boulders.
Under these ice stone formations, not only are the Frost Watchers suppressed, but there are also countless local evildoers, ferocious beasts, and demons in Freljord...
For Lissandra.
She prefers others to call her guardian rather than saint.
The war she recalled tens of thousands of years ago was so similar to today. She also experienced something like this during that war countless years ago.
The war at that time was difficult and terrible.
The power of the three ice sisters was enough to defeat the final demon, but they were unable to kill and seal it. Later, Ornn, the molten god at the end of the world, built the Bridge of Perfect Ice to seal the Howling Abyss, and the war came to an end.
.
Later, Lissandra was appointed as the leader of the Guardians because of her endless life, and she guarded the bridge forever.
But now the situation is obvious.
Perhaps those thousands of Rakstaq warriors didn't know what they were about to face.
But these two war mothers with the blood of the Ice Saints are very aware of the situation. The last ultimate demon is about to come to the Frost Guard. It will break through the Bridge of Perfect Ice. It will break through the ancient tribe that has guarded it for thousands of years, and then crush and destroy everything.
The life of the Freljord destroyed the Winter's Claw and the Avarosan tribe. Everything was just the beginning of the disaster.
The original Rune War weakened the power of the entire continent, and the Freljord lost the ability to fight against demons. They could only pin their hopes on the ancient gods.
The molten god Ornn who once fought for the Freljord and saved countless lives.
Lissandra knew exactly what Ashe wanted.
She hopes that she can get through the last step of the war for her...the Bridge of Perfect Ice above the Howling Abyss that has been sealed for countless years!
Because on the other side of the bridge is the end of the Freljord world.
in other words.
That’s where the Molten God, Ornn, lives!
Only Lissandra, who has mastered the power of the Guardian, can open the Bridge of Ice.
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"We are going to an extremely dangerous place now."
A quiet and solemn voice sounded in Lin Luo's ears.
Avarosa stared at the Frost Guard further north.
Lin Luo knew that the Frost Guard was already the far north of Freljord, and there was almost no place further north than this place.
If you go further north, there is only one place.
is called:
The land of gods at the end of the world.
Lin Luo also learned about it through the legend of the previous Ice and Snow Festival. It is said that when the Ice and Snow Festival is coming, if anyone can reach the end of the world first to meet the molten god Aoun, he can obtain the gift of God and fulfill any wish.
At that time, Lin Luo only thought that this legend was too illusory and even a bit too exaggerated, so that a top player like him who had experienced various major events did not dare to think about it.
But he didn't expect that as time passed by and the mission came to this point, he would be extremely close to that place.
"So... where we are going next is to look for the molten god Ornn?"
