【Iron Thorn Mountains, Ice Dome Peak】

The cold wind gave vent to the last madness of the cold season, and the snow stalks pounced on her thin body with heavy ice flakes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The arms were hung high above the head, and the wrists bound by the ice chains became the support points of the whole body, and the long-term hanging and grinding made the wrists strangle a deep blood mark, the ice chains cut through the skin that touched it, and the hot blood was frozen by the cold into a dark red ice body, blocking the bubbling and bleeding cracks, but it was considered to stop the bleeding, and it was impossible to tell whether the skin was cold and stinging, or the wound was faintly painful.

I guess it's painfully cold.

I don't know who said that wounds hurt because they are healing, and because the body is regenerating. If there is no healing process, it will not even feel pain if it is just bleeding.

She thought, being hung alone on the top of this ice dome peak, the sense of the passage of time is almost like years, her consciousness is always sinking in a semi-trance misty world, and her thoughts are grasping some inconsequential details, stretching out for a long time. Her mind was gradually guided, and she didn't know where she had drifted, but whenever she touched some blank space, she felt a headache, but she still couldn't remember anything.

This kind of cranky thinking can at least alleviate the physical pain. She comforted herself.

She couldn't do anything now, nine white fox tails hung on the ground for a long time, already in a weak and powerless state, thin leggings and soft shoes hung on the ground about a fist away, and the ice surface under her body was crisscrossed with strange patterns, like a magic array constructed in the reality of ice.

In fact, the physical pain is not very important at all, the skin trauma is nothing, the real pain comes from the depths of the body, it is a kind of brutal magic that is retrograde in the meridians, tormenting her spirit every minute and every second.

The magic circle underfoot is double-nested, but it blends perfectly – at least from an artistic and aesthetic point of view.

The outer circle magic array can absorb the magical energy entrenched in this mountain range, the Ice Dome Peak has unique conditions, and it is the nirvana of the ice phoenix, the residual energy is secondary, and the most important thing is that the energy in the surrounding air seems to be inwardly rolled inward as if by inertia.

Huge magic gathered around her, forcibly passing through her body, her orb had the wonderful ability to absorb the essence and turn into magic, but now the magic circle that shrouded her whole body was using this ability in reverse-

The powerful magic input generates a steady stream of life force, which eventually merges into the inner circle magic array. Those vibrations were spirits, and she had fed on them to enhance her magic.

The essence of life seems to be tender green, and it seems to be pale yellow, like the color of spring budding, and it seems to be the last dry color of late autumn.

The Inner Circle Demon Circle is a collection device that introduces life energy into the ground, and when she closes her eyes and meditates carefully, Ahri can feel that the life force generated by this inner magic array is transferred to a deeper tunnel underground, but fortunately, the soul connection between her and those energies is still there.

It felt as if there was a tunnel dug before that, and the polar ice outlined a container-like outline for it, and the cold made the energy inert, and it was safely hidden underneath, as if it was a person who had been frozen in the extremely cold ice cave, waiting to wake up again after 10,000 years.

And the inner demon array is like a semiconductor, locking the life energy in it out.

She had no way of knowing the full extent of this underground passage, and only when more life energy was pressed into the inner demon array and injected into the underground passage could she push those lazy energies deeper and deeper.

I'm afraid it will be a magic array, the purpose is unknown, everything is unknown, I have to wait for the whole picture of the magic circle to appear in my mind.

Ordinary frozen soil layers can't trap the energy, I'm afraid there is an enchantment set up in it, she thought. In fact, she knew very little about magic spells and magic circles, and the judgment in her mind seemed to be all intuitive, but it made her extremely convinced.

This kind of magical affinity in her bones is a very proud thing, after all, she is a one-in-a-million spirit fox, cultivating nine tails and turning spirit beads, so as to become what she is now......

Thinking of this, she felt a faint headache again.

Whenever this happens, she sinks her thoughts into the bottom of her heart, and the phoenix fire spirit blooms quietly in her mind realm, like a lotus in a pond, blooming quietly.

【Freljord, Ash's Territory】

Jax jerked up from his nightmare, covered in sweat.

Seeing this, the girl from the Northland who was waiting on the side handed a warm towel and gently wiped his forehead, the faint moist water vapor between the towel fibers soaked into his body, slightly calming the pain of the nightmare.

"Thanks," he said, looking up at her and smiling, the smile froze for a moment, "Ash?" He looked at the Northland girl beside the bed in amazement, recognized her cheeks, and then his eyes fell on the edge of the quilt, and only saw a pair of strong and feminine legs of the Northland woman.

It was she, Queen Ash, the ruler of the Ice Shooter tribe and one of the three most competitive tribes in the Northlands, who advocated the "short skirt movement" to emulate the first queen of the tribe, Avarosa, which is why the southern part of Freljord (but mainly only in the Ice Shooter tribe) is full of beautiful legs...... Jax wiped his nosebleed and turned his attention elsewhere. In addition to this, she also put forward an unprecedented idea - the peaceful reunification of Freljord.

Even though it sounded like a dream spoken by a little girl holding a doll with a runny nose.

Queen Ash nodded, "But I hope you don't get me wrong, it's not that my court doesn't have maids, it's just that I just sent them back to rest." Because, I think you feel familiar. ”

Jax smiled indifferently and looked at her, "I know what you're referring to. ”

"A few years ago, some people came to the Northland in plain clothes, full of the idea of peace, which was incompatible with the laws of the Northland, and no one cared about it, but they were always impassioned...... But at least it made me understand that even such naïve dreams are being desperately trying to bring them to reality, and that they can be said without any worries, or they can be done knowing that they cannot be done, without having to deny them to claim maturity. ”

Jax was silent.

"He's not Reginald." A voice appeared in the corner of the room along with the figure, the figure with an illusory spiritual sense, it was Anivia.

"The Assassins of Noxus have retired, and they probably won't be coming back anytime soon, but I'm curious about one thing." Jax looked at Anivia and said. "How did Noxus know that the Ice Crystal Phoenix was secretly nirvana in Ash's territory?"

"It's not hard to explain, the most powerful magical creature in the Northland is Anivia, and even if that ice cave is hidden in the underground ruins, it will inevitably have some magical special feelings."

So what's just special? Jax couldn't help but sneer. It's already an S-level "red alert for magical energy" defined by the War College, right?

"Nope." Anivia had heard his words, but she frowned seriously, "There are not many people in the Northland who know about magic, and even fewer people can realize and guess this step. Moreover, Ice Dome Peak is located in the sphere of influence of the Frost Guardian Tribe, that tribe is respected for witchcraft magic, and it stands to reason that in the Northland, it is the tribe that is most sensitive to magic fluctuations, but it lies that I am in Ice Dome Peak to turn into an egg nirvana. Obviously, the others don't know, and the only ones who know about it, the Frost Guardian Tribe, are trying to cover up something with a lie, and they will inevitably block the news. It was extremely cold and deliberately locked down, and it was difficult for ordinary people to confirm whether that source of magic really came from me...... Unless ......"

"Unless that person is very familiar with your magic." Jax interjected.

"You must have followed this magic, right?"

"I don't deny that." Jax said, suddenly raising his eyes, "Are you really going to help Ash, Guardian Bird?" ”

"Of the three tribes, she is the only one who gives me the most hope."

"But Lord Jax, there's something I'd like you to help me with." Ash pondered for a long time before he finally spoke.

"Huh?"

"I will be crowned in a few days at the meeting of the Northland chiefs, and I want you to be present on behalf of the War College Council. I have sent several groups of messengers, but none of them have returned. You are the adjudicator of the coalition and, like the Supreme Councillor, have the power to act on behalf of the parliament in exceptional circumstances, and I hope ......"

"Why?"

"The strength of Anivia's gigantic body is just to strengthen the bargaining chips, but if I lose the link of the War College, I am afraid that this matter will be peacefully reunified...... Evolved into a resurgence of war. She looked up, ice blue eyes looking at Jax.

From her eyes, Jax saw himself again, the face he least wanted to see.