【Homecoming】

The team marched through a vast sea of white snow, and the wind blew the soft white snow from one end to the other, like a moving sand dune in the middle of a desert. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Jax remembers that such a scene was indeed quite common in the Shurima Desert in the middle of the Valoran continent, but one was yellow sand and the other was snowy. Tiny particles of snow slide along the slope of the mound, like an invisible hand smoothing a smooth brocade.

However, it has been some time since I stepped into the land of Freljord, and such scenery is not uncommon, and I gradually feel tired of seeing it.

Jax walked silently at the back of the group, accompanied by the priests of the Frost Guardians, and with his stuffy gourd, the whole team was truly lifeless.

After becoming a snow prayer dance, Lisandro seemed to be a different person, and said little, but in the face of Jax and Udil's problems, she was able to talk about it decently, and Jax had to secretly sigh that women were really born politicians, and even their own hearts could be restrained freely, as if everything was swallowed up in it the moment they put on that blindfold.

"Li...... Snow Prayer Dance, although the road we are taking is the closest and faster, but it is said that there are often trolls, so it is better to make a detour to the north......" said Udir, who was obviously not used to the fact that the little girl who was bouncing along the way a few days ago is now suddenly becoming "Snow Prayer Dance-sama".

"It's okay, I believe the troll thing is just nonsense, and I suspect that some tribe with bad intentions is using the troll plague to cover up the fact that they are invading other tribes. Now that you're in the territory of the Frost Guardian Tribe, you can rest easy. Also, you don't have to be formal, Mr. Beast Spiritwalker. She said that while Lisandro had said many times to Udil's unaccustomed "no formality", listening to her slightly immature voice speak that mellow and beady way, there was a real sense of distance.

That being said, Udir has been on the lookout for the wind and grass in the vicinity. He had led wolf spirits around the camp at night, and he had indeed smelled the stench of trolls—even the land of ice and snow in Freljord could not cleanse the body odor of that race.

But they don't seem to be moving, and they don't seem to have discovered their whereabouts, but they also seem to know that their team is powerful, and they have Snow Prayer Dance, as one of the three major tribes of Freljord, they have extraordinary strength, and if they are retaliated by madness, I am afraid that the frost trolls will not be able to gain a foothold.

Just why?

Could it be that one of the Freljords had informed the trolls of the route, and that speculation was in line with a lot of speculation about the frost trolls that someone was taking advantage of.

Although it is difficult for this non-humanoid race to communicate with it, in order to expand its power, it is inevitable that some tribes will adopt it as a "sword" in their hands, and if the Frost Guardian represented by Lisandro is afraid of the owner of this sword, then the current situation of Freljord is even more difficult to guess its future direction.

Jax offers to escort the newly crowned Snow Dance, not to protect, but to find an answer at the Glacier Guard Fortress. Besides, Lisandro didn't need their protection, and although she had only just become the Snow Prayer Dance, there seemed to be some special way to pass the Snow Prayer Dance's inheritance - Mafula's death was a sudden disaster, and it seemed that there was no special ritual to complete the inheritance of power.

Not only that, but looking at Lisandro again, there was not the slightest magical aura spilling out of her body, and it was almost impossible for a person who had just gained power to not spill out without spilling out. The principle of magic energy is similar to heat, even if the body is held and the spiritual power is restrained, it will continue to radiate to the outside world. Therefore, those who are powerful in magic energy will exude great power, but if they do not leak at all, they seem to be a deep well and cold pool, and their control over power is absolutely terrifying.

Is it passed down along with a sense of mastery of power? If it is the inheritance of divine consciousness, then it is easy to explain the similarity of the actions and personalities of each Snow Prayer Dance, because what they inherit is not only power.

Jax was walking and analyzing theories about magic, his mind spinning.

Udil, on the other hand, was more concerned about Lisandro's condition, perhaps because he felt that they were too similar during the last escort. His path to becoming a beast spirit walker is also both noble and lonely, communicating with beast spirits, and using his body to contain the power of beast spirits, if he is not careful, he will get out of control, and in turn be controlled by the fury of the raging beast spirits. Therefore, he is regarded as the closest person to the gods, and he is also regarded as a monster that can get out of control at any time, so he is respected by the people of the village.

With no friends, he can only be accompanied by the spirit of the beast, and his ancient energy and knowledge make him seem to see mountains, rivers, birds and beasts, but it seems that he is forever separated from these things by a glass cover. So I think I'm more sympathetic to Lisandro's situation, but now Lisandro shows a disturbing calm.

They safely passed through the territory of the frost trolls, who were eerily quiet, like a herbivorous rabbit not looking at the fat that passed by their mouths. But the scourge of trolls is real, but why wouldn't Snow Prayer Dance want to interfere with it?

Udir shared this suspicion with Jax, who had a guess about it, and it was quite possible that they had reached some kind of truce with the trolls, and that the rest of the Freljord tribes wanted to use the natural excuse of defeating the trolls to indirectly weaken the Frost Guardians, and the Frost Guardians threw the matter back in this way.

Speculation is that the situation in Freljord is already chaotic, and the intervention of Noxus and other forces makes it even more confusing.

They traveled north, often seeing lichens when they left Ricksteadt, and then fluffy snow, which was now thinner and colder, and finally ended up in an endless ice field. Time is pulling everything toward warmth, but their feet seem to have stepped on a frozen soil that has not melted for thousands of years.

After three days of further northward travel, the glacier disappeared at his feet and collapsed into the endless darkness. In front of him was a bottomless dark abyss, and Jax was glad that he was in a hurry during the day, and if it was in the boundless darkness, he was afraid that he would have lost his footing and fallen into it.

There is only one stone bridge across the passage above this abyss, and it is not accurate to say that it is a stone bridge, because the material and shape are indeed full of artificial traces, but it itself is integrated with this ice field, it is a material full of dark colors, like obsidian but extremely strong, as if it is a polar ice material, but it is not clear, but it is shaped like black iron, as if there is some black substance filled in the transparent polar ice shell.

This eerie stone bridge spans the bottomless abyss and stretches beneath their feet into the distance.

Jax saw a ghost standing at the head of the bridge from afar, but when they got closer, it was nowhere to be seen, as if it were nothing more than a hallucination.

"We're here." Lisandro said softly.

Jax looked up at her words, and sure enough, he saw a fortress that seemed to float, hidden in the cold mist, like a majestic giant, standing on the vast ice field, like a hundred-foot dangerous building, as if it was a cliff itself, with its back to the cliff, facing the abyss.

"Glacier Guard Fortress."