The wind blows across the vast snowfields, turning the fine snow particles into a duststorm-like spectacle that makes it impossible to open your eyes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Slaughter, shrouded over this wilderness.

The snow rolls like a wave, stirring up strands of snow in the wind, and they dance in the air, outlining a scene that passes away in a flash, like a wildly dancing phantom dancer.

The snowstorm that collapsed in the distance was like a war drum that shook the sky, and the brave warriors riding wild boars, the owners of the ice bows, their war never stopped.

The flails of the polar ice stirred the whirlwind of extreme cold, and she brandished this bulky weapon on the back of the rampaging wild boar, as if the goddess incarnated by the north wind rushed towards the enemy's defense line, and the oncoming soldiers were condensed into frozen statues by her attack, standing for half a second before suddenly shattering in the wind, and the red crystals were mixed with the crystal ice crystals and dispersed.

She is the queen of the north wind, and all her enemies will be crushed in her wrath.

She opened the victory, and her followers cheered and fought behind her, when suddenly there was a cry of surprise, and a huge crystal arrow tore through the sky and flew towards her, the cold light shone, and the water vapor in the air condensed, attached to the surface of the crystal arrow flowing with blue liquid energy, turning into a hideous and rugged appearance.

The queen of the north wind raised a pair of cold eyes, and the flail danced in her hand to roll up a gorgeous ice arc, rolling up a violent ice and snow wind, and the flail pounced on the oncoming ice arrow with huge potential energy, and the water vapor mixed in the air instantly condensed, becoming a frost flower temporarily suspended in the air.

The flail and the ice arrow collided together, and the ice ring spread out from the tremor of the impact, and the soldiers on both sides froze in place, and in a matter of moments, they became a group image of an army, and then disappeared.

The illusion of the wind faded, and the eternal frost remembered the bloody battles of the generations, leaving them in the bright reflections of the ice.

Their war never stopped.

It's like an ancient historian whispering about the things that have passed. The voice of this aria is like the wind of the northland, which flows desolate from the snow and ice. The one who splits the cold wind and moves forward is an iron-blooded army.

It was Sejuani's army, and she had never fully trusted the white-robed magician, and though the power he had shown in a moment was like a god's descending, and what he said was not vain, sometimes it seemed so weak to see his thin figure leaning against the fire.

In any case, she had never given the initiative to anyone else, and her army had long since been hidden in the caves on the border, waiting for her orders, and in two or three days, it had already attacked the villages of the Ash tribe. She was met with only negligible resistance.

Those who thought that the dream of peace was about to come true would only submit to the stormy tyrant, and some even volunteered to join her army.

"Stop!" A powerful female voice was the order to stop, although it was a barbarian tribe of the Northlands, but under the command of Sejuani, it was not much different from the disciplined army of Noxus, and the voice spread throughout the army among the heralds, and at this moment, this huge war machine stopped in an instant.

A dozen sharp arrows tore through the cold wind and stuck diagonally into the soft snow, and just before their formation, the magic attached to the arrows touched the black fire planted in the snow, and a bright fire burst out, forming a circle of fire that divided her legion.

"It's Ash's warning." Sejuani's eyes narrowed.

……

The scene turned into scattered snow in the ice mirror, and the dark room was dimmed by the disappearance of the scene in the mirror, and the two people in the room slowly appeared in the mirror.

The woman sat on a high throne. This room is surrounded by ice mirrors on all sides, with no walls, no doors or windows, making people wonder where to enter and exit, like a glorious ice palace, from each ice mirror reflects her shadow, lonely and cold in her power.

But it's more like a sealed prison, and it's breathless.

"If the gods really exist, will there be people who worship them devoutly?" She chuckled disdainfully as she looked at the vanished ice mirror.

She was clad in a white priest's robe, long enough to expose only her ankles and barefoot, a plain white fabric that showed a cold blue vein. "There was once a man who spoke of dreams of peace, just like Ash. Together, we summoned the gods, and together we used that new power to bring the kingdom of the gods to the earth, and achieved an unprecedented kingdom of ice and snow. Prosperous, strong, and united. She said that she wanted to be free, and when the gods were gone, she said that she wanted peace. That was nothing more than her own ambition. I gave everything to find the treasure of God, but she sealed it all in the depths of the earth......"

"God is nothing more than a pretense for man, who has made himself the faith of all people under the guise of idols made of clay, but when the true God comes, they rebel against the hypocritical ideal. So their descendants used their stolen wisdom, Polar Ice, to create a civilization that they thought was brilliant, and they fought with each other for thousands of years. It will never stop unless it ...... They are back again. ”

The white-robed man listened to her quietly and bowed slightly to her.

His body was long, covered in a white robe, which made it impossible to see the power he belonged to, and the position of his cheek, obscured by a huge eye mask, seemed to be a member of the Frost Guardian tribe, but to the person in front of him, the high priest of the Frost Guardian tribe, he only performed a polite salute.

"The war in Freljord has begun, and it is as you wish. Now that the matter is over, Lisandro, no, perhaps I should call you the Ice Witch, I don't want to delay this trip, and I ask you to keep your promise. Revealing the person's true identity, he said, was like a threat.

"The magic of life? I did say that there is such a device that is now located on top of the Ice Dome, but it is being used for other purposes now. You can inspect the goods first, and then cash them out to you when the other thing is settled. ”

"That would be better." "I'm going right away, but I don't want to wait too long," he said. ”

The white-robed man bowed and was about to leave, when Lisandro raised his hand slightly, and the crystal blue ice mirror slowly emerged from the mountain top in the wind and snow, and a huge magic array glittered on the huge rock at the top of the mountain, they were like ravines crisscrossing the rock face.

And above that, locked in a cage of solid ice, is a beautiful female figure, behind her, nine white tails blooming like flowers, sealed in ice, maintaining the frozen form in every detail.

She was already angry, the fire of life was burning listlessly in her body, her body trembled slightly, because the majestic magical energy continued to pour into her body, and the energy symbolizing life on the other side was squeezed into drop by drop, flowing into the ground, and there seemed to be something in the stratum below ten thousand meters sucking nutrients, waiting to wake up.

The white-robed mage was surprised, walked through the ice mirror, and walked in front of this scene. The Nine-Tailed Demon Fox, judging from the information he obtained from his awakening, only joined the League of Legends after the Battle of Ionia, but it looks familiar.

He heard the Frost Witch's voice coming from behind him, but the way he had come was gone.

"After sunrise, she'll be yours." She said.