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The Guardian was defeated, the army was defeated, and the mysterious disappearance of Lisandro caused the leaderless Guardian and the Winter Wolf Clan to suffer a devastating blow.

One man can destroy an empire, but one cannot create one, and Lisandro's desire to bring the Ice Age to the end of the Ice Age and rebuild the ancient Freljord has been completely shattered.

As a result, the coalition forces were also disbanded.

The trolls returned to the place where they had lived for generations to recuperate, and Trandel discovered the horrors of the truly powerful, so he began to delve into his own stick, which he had named the Bonebreaker, in order to become stronger.

The bears still return to the North Wall to live their own lives without conflict, unwilling to participate in the strife of the world unless the next catastrophe threatens all of Freljord erupts again.

Bronn still chooses to wander, he wants to help more people, using his innate divine powers, in fact, Lisandro has guessed that he is a descendant of the Ice Bloodline, because such powers are simply not available to mortals.

In ancient times, there were three kinds of transcendents in the world, the Shurima Empire in the south had the Ascended, and the northern Freeljord had the Ice Bloodline, and the last one did not belong to either side, and they were also the mysterious Dark Descendants of the most ancient bloodline.

But before Lisandro could verify her guesses, she was slashed by Burning Heart with a sword and fled.

The villain died of too many words, and the ancients did not deceive me.

Talia didn't choose to continue south, at first, because Zhang Chao's sky dragon form was very different from before, she didn't recognize his identity, until later, when they were all defeated, she suddenly realized that the dragon turned out to be her missing senior brother.

But he was still captured, neither Lisandro nor Angel was something he could resist—not even a mentor.

At this moment, she also deeply realized her own insignificance, with such humble power, how could she resist the emperor's rule, and how could she protect her people?

So she chose to follow Bronn for a long period of practice, whether it was to go to the weeping abyss to listen to the whispers of death, or to set up ten thousand mountains in the ice and snow, it was the best training for her talent.

As for the Crampons, they silently chose to return, and had no intention of continuing the war, in which Avarosa showed the power of civilization, and she condensed the discipline of weak soldiers into a hard stone.

Sejuani began to reflect on whether it was really worth it to keep her tradition of nomadism and robbery, whether it was really worth the deaths of countless people over the years, and whether she was really right to reject the alliance with Ash?

Alvarosa remained peaceful, and the war brought death, but also wealth.

Compared to the price they paid, the harvest was significantly greater, whether it was tons of gold jewelry, or those hidden scroll magic items, they were worth a lot of money.

And the people, under Ash's unsparing mercy, not only did not complain, but looked forward to fighting such battles a few more times, after all, the reward they received was enough for their family to live without food and clothing for half a lifetime.

The people were bathed in the joy of victory, the crowds of celebration were like the ocean, and the city-state of Avarosa was completely drunk in a moment of complete drunkenness.

But at this moment, at least there is one person whose heart is painful, she is Ash, after the war, she did not even show her face again, but stayed in the high priest's room, silently guarding.

The High Priestess did not participate in the battle against Lisandro in this war, as she had already been severely damaged by a powerful Guardian Giant.

"Ash, I'm afraid I'm going to die......" The High Priest lay weakly on the bed, his withered bark-like hand gripping Ash's hand tightly.

She was very old, so her face was full of wrinkles, and she had consumed too much strength in the war with Lisandro, and she was already too tired and tired in her last years.

"No, you won't. Ash smiled and whispered.

The high priest shook his head: "Everyone will die, even if it is an epic, it will decay in the years, I have lived for a long, long time, your mother, I also watched grow up." ”

Ash didn't speak, still smiling, but her eyes were already moistening, the High Priest was not her mother, but more like her real mother.

She followed her teachings, learned archery, learned magic, learned the power of ice - learned the way of king, learned everything, she was her master and her mother.

"Originally, I could have seen you become a qualified king and re-establish Avarosa as the most powerful tribe, and my old bones should rest in peace, but ......"

"I'm just worried about you......" the High Priest burst into tears, "I'm afraid you're really in love with that boy." ”

Ash's body trembled slightly, then became strong again, and she shook her head, her smile still bright.

"You are the king of Avarossa, do you know what the king does not need?"

Ash shook his head and smiled gently, "mber, n\'t, need, a, wife. ”

"He's my friend. ”

"Friends forever. ”

"And always just friends. ”

"Then I'll rest assured, Ash, I hope you can lead your legion to the world and restore the glory of the ancient Freljord Empire. ”

"Because, you are the last blood of Avarosa...... Your legion, and the last of Freljord's, let the eagle banner flutter in the wind...... That's what I dreamed of......"

The High Priestess's hand drooped, and she didn't even utter a complete sentence, her eyes were full of hope, as if she had really seen a new empire rising between Demacia and Noxus.

"Let the eagle flag flutter in the wind, for the sake of Freljord!" Ash silently muttered what the High Priestess wanted to say but did not finish, tears streaming silently, but soon she wiped them away.

(King!also doesn't need tears!)"

A moment later, a heroic queen stepped out of the tent, holding aloft the scepter of royal power, and shouted, "High priest, die!"

(To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.