Udir stretched and got out of his sleeping bag, Lisandro looked still asleep, he smiled at the girl's sleeping face, and tiptoed through the tent, and when he opened the tent door, the snow outside suddenly piled up and buried him inside. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Lisandro giggled, he thought she was still asleep.

The tent had been half-buried by the wind and snow, and the fire outside had long been extinguished, but it was originally used to drive away fierce beasts at night, and naturally it was not needed at dawn.

Jax was standing beside the charred pyre, with his hands clasped to his chest, the lamppost between his elbows, leaning against a large rock beside him, but leisurely, and wondering if he was napping because of the mask.

The snow on the tent was scraped down from the top of the rock, and Jax had chosen a safe spot for himself.

"It's coming soon." Jax said, leaving the rocks, it was not far from Ricksteadt, and the leeward side of the rocks behind him had exposed a tan mass of rock that only Freljord in the south could have, as if the ice and snow were melting like spring.

The trip was quite smooth, surprisingly smooth, he had thought that since someone had set up an ambush on the way, the next road would probably be very dangerous, but now it seems that this is not the case.

This deepened the doubts in his heart.

On that day, he rushed to save people, and dozens of skeletons were still holding sharp blades before, and they were vicious, but they instantly turned into dry bones, and the evil magic that supported them dissipated in an instant.

This was unusual, and although he was confident in his martial arts and magic, the skeletons were from the Ilo tribe, which had a fair stock of polar ice weapons, and it wasn't that easy to deal with. Moreover, before the opponent could fight him, he retreated directly, although he Jax was famous, but mainly in the virtual arena of League of Legends, few of Freljord's forces would know about him.

When someone bumps into such a thing as an ambush and assassination, the first thing that comes to mind should be to kill people and destroy the evidence of the crime, rather than retreating directly like this.

Jax thought that the two of them had dismantled the tent and packed it with their belongings. Although Lisandro is young and the inheritor of the Snow Prayer Dance, I'm afraid that she has always received training in magic spells and the like, but her hands and feet are very nimble.

Udir also felt a lot easier with such a helper. But in Udir's heart, in addition to the faint intuition of the Frost Guardian Tribe, there was another kind of uneasiness beating faintly in the bottom of his heart.

He seemed to have heard the beast spirit mention the name—

Lisandro ......

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Jax and the others had only been away for seven or eight days, and Ricksteadt City was already a very different landscape.

Strings tied with streamers crisscross the streets, splitting the sky into pieces. The streets were full of people, and the chimneys of restaurants were constantly steaming, melting the snow from the roofs, and the wet roofs looked exceptionally bright. Everything seems to indicate that the city is preparing for a big festival.

The Northland tribal gathering is indeed a grand festival.

This Freljord-style gathering is routinely held at the end of each snowstorm season, when delegations from the tribes are present.

It alternates among the major tribes of the Northlands, not only among the three most notorious tribes—the Avarosa tribe (formerly known as the Ice Shooter tribe), the Winterclaw tribe, and the Frost Guardian tribe, but also the many other tribes of Freljord.

Of course, there are some tribes who are reluctant to hold such gatherings, such as the Frost Guardian Tribe, a mystical tribe dominated by priests who are said to be in charge of the treasures left over from antiquity, but who live an extremely difficult life, and whose predecessor was the Frost Ascetic Tribe, which guarded the frozen land and ancient riches, and has always been a symbol of mystery.

This time it was held in Ricksteadt City.

It's not hard to guess why, but now Ash is in full swing, and it is said that she has picked up an ancient ice bow that no one can surrender, which was left by the ancient hero Avarosa, and that hero is a female archer who has been a hitter, and the ancient singers have praised Ash's name, saying that it is not much better than the old hero, but in fact it is just some fallacies.

But it's a good meeting place. Jax thought that if it were held in Sejuani's territory, it would probably only be endless blood competitions, bonfires, and big pieces of barbecue meat, and of course, primitive dances that were not suitable for children—there was nothing for children in the Northlands, and they wished that the children would mature sooner and leave the seeds for reproduction sooner, so that they could rush into battle without any scruples.

The city that Ash manages has at least the food and hospitality that the Northland is balanced with the outside world. The stalls on the street never stop shouting, and the Northlanders here feel like ordinary people in a city in Demacia, with no cold polish to be seen except for their rough skin.

However, it is estimated that after a while, the skin care products peddled by alchemists will make them no different from outsiders.

Udir was naturally dismissive of such a scene, and although Jax psychologically agreed with Ash's rule, he was not a Northland after all, and he would have such an idea, and he was indeed judging the Northlanders by the standards of outsiders. So he doesn't plan to get involved in the Northland strife, and the best way is for the Northlanders to choose for themselves.

But if Ash's messenger does reach the War College, the Academy's higher-ups will definitely support her, and Freljord has always been a difficult area to solve, because of the large number of tribal forces and the intricacies of contradictions, it is difficult to join the War College organization as a whole.

The style of the War College made him feel more and more chilled, and he began to rely on the power of the Alliance itself to attract people into the group, using the power of the Alliance to support those countries that joined, and to fight against their opponents, the National Party, and forcing the other party to also join the League of Legends formed by the War College, so as to make a fair ruling.

Although this method worked, those countries saw that their rivals had joined the League of Legends, and feared being strangled by the coalition sent by the War College, so they had to join in, but it was far from the original intention of the War College and the League of Legends.

The smell wafted from the street stalls, and the rumbling stomach brought Jax's mind back to reality, to his tired and hungry body. Jax led them to a noodle stall on the side of the street, where noodles were a traditional food of Ionia, but with Ionia's addition to the War College, it spread its unique culture and food to all of Valoran, and became popular in Demacia.

Jax ordered three bowls of noodles, picked a spot on the side of the street, and sat on a bench on a back street. Watching the noodles simmer like snakes into the water, writhing between the foaming broth in the cauldron, Jax looked at the heat and felt as if he had returned to his days in Ionia.

This stall has no storefront, and a few sets of tables and chairs are placed directly in the open space on the street, which is counted as a storefront, which Demacia learned from Ionia, and the noodle restaurant connected to the nobility is also displayed in this way, thinking that it is the original characteristic, but in fact, the Ionian noodle restaurant is mostly for poor coolie laborers to eat, and the cost is low and the store cannot be rented. I'm afraid that this Rickstead City also sent an expedition to learn the civilization from Demacia.

Exotic cultures cross borders and are always reborn, and I don't know whether it's good or bad.

Three bowls of hot noodles were served, Jax wiped his hand in front of the mask, the cheek once again showed out from the cover, he picked up his chopsticks and began to eat heavily. Udil had also been in Ionia, and naturally knew how to use this kind of cutlery, but Lisandro didn't understand it, so it took a long time to pick one up, and the smooth noodles were picked up by chopsticks, and the result was smooth and smooth down the surface.

Jax laughed as he taught her how to use the oriental cutlery, straightening her hands so that she could finally pick up something and eat.

There was a sudden panic in the streets, and the pedestrians on the road scattered to both sides, and the sound of confusion came from the north, followed by ...... The snort and roar of a wild boar.

The chill rose abruptly with the man's arrival, and the armored boar rampaged through the streets, and the rider on the boar's back was heavily armed and out of step with the tranquility of the city.

She is like the north wind, the most bitter north wind, and those who feel her arrival will know that everything in this land will be subject to her slaughter.

The boar roared and headed straight for Jax, who sat with his back to him, still eating his noodles. Udir tried to grab Lisandro and hide aside, but was stopped by Jax gesticulating.

The boar stopped running at great closest, a thrilling braking, and the sharp fangs were so bloody that they almost stabbed Jax's body brutally.

"Sorry to disturb you."