Anyone could hear that this Lisandro had just expressed her submission to Ash, but then it was obvious that there was a needle in her secret, and she suspected Ash, but she didn't seem to be able to say it clearly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Ash, you really ......" Tydamir's body trembled slightly, and he asked Ash, afraid of her answer.

"I didn't...... Believe me. She whispered back to him.

Tedamir looked at her, her Adam's apple churning.

"Don't you want to believe it?" She continued, but it sounded like a charming word to him.

"I'm sad about Mafule's death, I'm ......"

"Enough!" He shouted loudly, this time as if draining all the strength of his body. "I'm sorry, I just want to be alone, Ash......" He staggered away, his steps staggering.

The sudden scene at this funeral made everything seem no longer simple, Ash had long expected that this would be a coronation full of resistance, but he really didn't expect that he would have to face such a situation.

There was a lot of discussion, and the elders of the tribes also whispered worriedly, sometimes glancing in Ash's direction.

This Rickstead City is Ash's territory, and it is also the royal capital she has planned, Snow Prayer Dance, as the leader of the Frost Guardian Tribe, one of the three major forces of Freljord, has been killed in his own residence, none of the elders of the Frost Guardian Tribe dare to speak out, and the new Snow Prayer Dance only dares to insinuate with such words, and then has to find an excuse to leave quickly-

Apparently for fear of death.

Ideas seem to have their own attraction, and can act like a magnet to absorb all the threats associated with the alliance as evidence of conspiracy.

Noxus's threats and meddling in Freljord's years of indulging, the battles between the Northlands and Ash's unintended help, and even some wonder if the troll's threat being ignored has something to do with it!

Ash suddenly felt helpless like never before. She was like an island in the middle of a crowd, and the elders of the various tribes had different expressions, and they had all accepted her proposal before, and they were also impressed by her speech.

Why...... Why did things ...... all of a sudden?

Someone killed Mafrau and framed her, but all suspicion was pointed at her. The ice needle tea was made by her own hands, how could anyone have drugged it? Marfra had been in her room last night, living with her heir, Lisandro, the little girl, and if someone was plotting to kill Marfle, why not get rid of that little girl together?

I really don't know what will happen to Lisandro in the future, whether such a big blow will make her live in the shadow of pain, her words today, mature and as if diplomatic rhetoric are half rejected, it is simply a catharsis for Maphle's death, as if to say to her: You have killed her, I will let you take everything you want, and now you are satisfied, right?

She was still worried about the little girl.

Maybe it's because she reminds her of her childhood Mauffle...... Unfortunately, everything was shattered by this meeting for peace.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

"By the way, there's ...... And ......" She suddenly thought of something, like she had found a life-saving straw. "Wait, guys! The tea I gave to Ms. Yuki's prayer dance yesterday is still there! In her room! She said, her hands were unusually cold.

Soon someone brought her teacups and teapots, beautiful transparent curling stones and cups made of extreme ice, engraved with mysterious and delicate patterns, as if tattooed on the surface, but if you look closely, they are separated by a layer of transparent thin ice.

The pattern and shape are the Snow Prayer Dance at first glance - the specifications that can only be used by the only qualified psychic in Freljord. In addition, the Polar Ice is also a magical material that contains energy in itself, and this kind of thing can only be made by using the secret Polar Ice Material to build the Snow Prayer Dance, which is also a beautiful and art-based Prayer Crystal Palace.

This tea set is also an antiquity handed down from the ancient times of Freljord, and has always been used by the Snow Prayer Dance. I really don't know why there were so many polar ice materials like stars in that era. After Ash established Riccostead City in the original village of the Ice Ascetics, he kept this tea set without trespassing, both humbly and for the sake of his childhood friend Mavle.

"Are there any pharmacists here?"

"Hiccup~" A bearded drunk with a fat belly in the corner burped a long wine hiccup, and he didn't realize his inappropriate behavior at all, and still leaned leisurely against a large wooden wine barrel. "I... I can try. ”

"Guglass, don't make trouble at this point," Ash said.

"Winemaking and dispensing...... Hiccups ~ two scoops in a bucket. He said, leaning down and pinching the barrel into his armpit, and staggered over. Although he looked drunk, his steps were chaotic and steady.

"That guy, what's the matter?" In the distant stands, Jax crossed his arms in front of him, brass lampposts tucked between his arms, watching the guy staggering and pouring wine into a teaglass.

"It is said that he was an alcoholic who came to Freljord in search of pure polar water and made a super ale that would make him drunk. Eventually, he found some polar ice fragments and fulfilled his dream with the help of those magical fragments. "He first appeared drunk, broke into Ash's peace talks, got into fights, and ended up uniting two divided tribes with his wine." Good wine and revenge, very legendary story, right? ”

"So that's the case, if Freljord can join League of Legends, it will be even more lively in the future."

He suddenly heard a sound of horror, and Jax looked up, only to see that in the transparent ice glass, once the clear liquor was injected, it immediately turned into a viscous black, like the black mud of a dead swamp.

"There's ...... in this cup Poisonous. ”

Gugrass was stunned as he looked at the crystalline liquor that had turned thick black.

He had come forward to help out of trust in Ash, but the result had clearly made the situation worse.

There was a crackling sound of ice in the teacup, and the liquor that had turned black condensed into black ice crystals.

"The toxicity is hot, and the cold is only low and slow." He said truthfully.

"But for Lord Mauffle's body, this toxicity is completely enough to catalyze death." An elder spoke, his voice low and hoarse, he was the elder of the Frost Heart tribe, this tribe had guarded an ancient Polar Ice Artifact for generations, and it was said that the magic power could cause the blood of people within a radius of tens of meters to freeze.

"Everything is obvious!" Someone shouted, the voice of anger or despair.

Sejuani had returned to fight her army, and Lisandro was going to take refuge in the glacier fortresses of the north, the tribes she had won over were long gone......

Ash's gaze under his eyelashes shook like water, and now it became firm, as if a layer of ice had been condensed in those blue eyes.

"This is clearly a malicious frame-up. I swear by Avarosa's ice bow that I will not spare those who seek to obstruct the peace process in Freljord! I'm ready for this, and if anyone wants war, then go ahead. She said in a loud voice, one word at a time, a pair of white palms clenched into fists at her sides.

Such an oath does not prove her innocence, but Ash's statement seems to say that she is no longer going to prove anything, and that the peace talks have broken down, and the matter of Freljord will eventually be resolved with a war that will be devastating like an ice storm.

The Alliance ambassador Graver also said that "Freljord gave me a refreshing impression this time, because the feasibility of joining the city-state was not considered due to tribal warfare and insufficient population", and now said that "this trip is mainly for observers, and I do not plan to make any announcements".

The wind had changed, and the snow mounds had been raised in the other direction, and fine snow was falling one after another.

"Ash is still too young." Jax commented that the wind and snow rolled up his robes, and the corners of his clothes fluttered in the wind.

"The so-called Queen of the Northlands must be fiercer than the cold wind, colder than the ice and snow, in order to be as high as this land conquers its inhabitants. Ash couldn't do that. ”

"There's a problem." Jax said.

"You mean the death of Snow Dance?"

"Actually, Ash didn't have to do that."

"But there's no doubt that a young Snow Prayer Dance has an unstable foundation, and she's benefited the most from that."

"No, you saw it today." Jax said he was thinking quickly about what was going on.

Yesterday there was no movement between Snow Prayer and the other tribes except for Ash; The tea with ******** was given to Maphle by Ash herself, her childhood playmate; Today, Lisandro has succeeded to the throne as the Snow Prayer Dancer, who has been neutral in the battle for generations, and the new incumbent expressed his support for Ash at Mafula's funeral.

Everything was pointing to Ash accurately, but it was all too perfect to believe.

The magic fluctuations in the northeast of Freljord, he vaguely felt that the changes in Freljord's situation and the mission of his trip would eventually find the answer in that place.

He suddenly leaped high, the blessing of magic and the qi from the ancient East, he completed this light and elegant volley, and he stepped onto the top of the temple of prayer and dance, overlooking the crowd.

"Now that things have changed so far that I'm announcing that I, Jax, am now intervening on behalf of League of Legends as an envoy for the War College," he said, glaring over everyone.

Ash squinted at him, she didn't know how Jax's sudden statement at this moment would stir up the wind in the snowfield, but she knew that the situation was bad enough.

"In order to prevent the situation from deteriorating further, I will personally escort Lady Snow Prayer Mai Lisandra back to the Glacier Guard Fortress."