【Ash Territory, Ricksteadt City】

"So you're threatening me?" Jax looked into Ash's eyes, his white striped palm brushing in front of his cheek, and the delicate cheek was once again obscured by the porous mask. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"No, I'm ready to pay for it. Peace, like any dream, must come at a price. But peace is heavier than any dream, so the price will be great, and I'm ready for it. She said that the stubbornness in her eyes made Jax lose her mind for a moment.

She looked proud and confident, but she did look like a real queen.

Jax strolled through the streets of Ricksteadt, thinking back to the secret conversation he had just had, and the streets were beginning to come alive at the dawn of the morning.

A few years ago, it was just an icy ascetic village, but in a lifeless wasteland, it now takes shape and looks like a peaceful border town of Demacia.

At the end of the season, the southern part of Ash's territory has begun to melt, and the snow water has nourished the soil. The young people of the tribe are busy clearing the surface of the river from the ice floes and preparing for the upcoming agricultural production. The bellows of the blacksmith shop made a constant sound, and the iron ingots were made into iron plows and various agricultural implements.

In recent years, under Ash's leadership, the cultivation civilization has sown its seeds into this wild land, and the people here have a smile in their eyes - the end of the snowstorm season means not fire and sword, but a great harvest.

They had adapted to farming in this barren and inhospitable land, they had begun to build their own cities and civilizations, and Jax had passed a school that seemed to be a basic literacy school, but it was also a remarkable progress. There are even some hot spring streets for people to enjoy, and if they join the War College Alliance and establish stable diplomatic relations with Demacia in the future, they will become more and more prosperous.

"Even if I represent the War College, it's useless. This time, the battle of Freljord must be started, and there is no room for recovery. Jax concludes with this sentence to Ash.

Peace is impossible, he should have known this kind of thing, spring planting and autumn harvest, the law of nature, there is always an answer. But when it comes to people, it's no longer effective, and there's no longer an answer.

Ash's territory is south of Freljord, which can be farmed outside of the snowstorm season and is warmer, but for the perennially frozen north, peace is only a flash in the pan. Even if the covenant is established, the final result will be that the north will still lag behind, and the south will become more and more abundant, and this injustice will sooner or later sow the seeds of hatred again.

People are born different, so there are constant conflicts. Even the "bloodless war" brought about by the War College, in which disputes are adjudicated, cannot protect the whole world under the wings of peace, because negotiations with disparities in power do not exist.

Only the powerful countries that can compete sit in the academy council and decide the results by the results of the battles in the virtual battlefield, so as not to be overwhelmed by the battles between the great powers. And for those weak existences, just blitz, and then slash first, and then play, the War College is beyond the reach of the whip.

But these are the things that Ash has to face, and it has nothing to do with him, and the talk of peace has nothing to do with him now. For Jax, the purpose of the trip has been achieved.

In the underground ruins, he took a risk, it was for the ice crystal phoenix, he confirmed one thing from her, this nirvana, not entirely for Ash's enthronement and the meeting of the Northlands, more importantly, this guardian of Freljord felt a familiar and terrifying aura from this land-

Frost Witch.

Regarding the fluctuation of magic power in the northeast direction, in fact, he had already guessed that it was the nine-tailed demon fox Ahri who was coerced by the intruder that day.

But before that, he has to know his opponents.

His feet led him to the training ground unconsciously, and Udir's rough shouts pulled him back to reality, the guy was sparring with four or five soldiers, and before the power of the beast spirit could flow into his body, he had already gained a small advantage, and a vigorous side dodge assault quickly knocked out several people.

Udir clapped his hands, shook his head, climbed over the railing of the training ground, and headed for Jax.

"This is not the Freljord of my heart." "Ashko is not a representative of Freljord, who should be wolves, wolves who survive in the cold and snow, fighting fiercely, not sheep grazing." ”

Jax looked at him, not knowing what to say.

"Sheep can live comfortably when it's warm, but they can't face the cold. To defeat the ferocious north wind, you must be fiercer than it. ”

"Indeed." Jax said.

Ash's approach is indeed excellent, but it is too idealistic. She is trying to bring the people born in the wild land to the civilization of the warm land, but she forgets that she is still a dangerous wild land.

He had also thought about peace.

But now it's finally decided to let it go.

You can protect sheep from wolves again and again, but what is the result? The flock will become bloated, they will no longer be able to run quickly, and they will no longer be alert enough. They will eventually perish themselves. What about humans? If you can really live under the wings of the god of peace, where will you end up?

Jax didn't know.

At times like this, he will always feel that the Pupil of Fate is really the most cruel ability, because it makes you a spectator and allows you to mess with it - because it doesn't really want you to see the process, but the result that you can't change. You are taken to play against the most powerful chess player in the world, and from the first moment they see you, you are defeated.

"Let's go. It seems that the guidance of the beast spirit is not here. ”

Jax smiled, laughter circling through his mask, "At least eat before you go." Freljord's snow deer bacon is a must," he said, looking at the disheveled Udier, "well, the wine is pretty good, too!" ”

【In the Shadows】

"But we have opponents who are more fearful than Ash." The white-robed man threw more wood into the firelight, and fiddled with a long log to allow it to be fully ignited, the wood crackling and burning in the flames, mingling with his cough.

In Freljord, firewood is the most expensive thing. This is where burning materials are most needed for heating, but there is the least need for combustible trees to grow.

The white-robed young man looked at the wood that had turned into ashes in the flames, and felt that he was really extravagant now.

"What do you mean?"

"That's my main goal, but I already have a sword, and when the time comes, the sword will naturally go against our enemies." He smiled shallowly, and placed his palm on the top of the flame, almost touching, scorching up close. "Like the flames, some of the heat is visible, but there is an invisible layer that is more terrible than all of it."

He looked at the scorch marks in his palms, his eyes shaking slightly.

"Our swords are those who can't hold back first."