【Southern part of Sejuani's territory】

The carriage creaked on the snow, and a new snow had just fallen, and the fluffy snow was compacted by the ruts, leaving a clear mark. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The carriage was magnificent, with a silver-white canopy, tribal emblems on both side doors, sharp outlines outlining the shape of an inverted triangle, and an open eye of insight in the center. Looks like some kind of one-eyed monster that came out of a nightmare.

The cart-pulling Northland horse is a breed that can only be bred in the northernmost snowfields, and is tall and has long legs that can easily trek through the snow, with a snow-like mane and snow flakes flying on the sides of the horses' hooves. Beside the richly decorated carriage, twenty-six lower priests and guards followed barefoot beside the carriage.

The team set out from the Glacier Guard Fortress, bypassing the troll-infested villages in the south, and using the territory of Dosejuani to attend a meeting of the chiefs of the Northlands.

It is said that it is a pretext, but in fact it is far from being considered so formal, because the tribe of Winter's Claws and its queen Sejuani have no concept of territory, and they use the simplest tents to build, and they migrate like cattle and sheep chasing abundant water and grass, and they follow the smell of blood.

What's more, although the Northland is now one-thirds of the trend, but in fact, there are many tribes, and the three forces to which Ash, Sejuani and Mafule, known as the "Three Princesses", belong to the strongest, this is a bird's-eye view on a macro level, and it is really to these specific places, there are still ancient tribes holding on to their land.

Snow Prayer Dance-Mauffle prophesied that there would be no more snowstorms this month.

The snowstorm season is over, and naturally, the war will not be far away.

The Snow Prayer Dance is the title of the chief priest of the Frost Guardian Tribe, as well as the supreme ruler of the tribe. Her prophecies have always been accurate.

Lisandro would be her successor.

However, Lisandro was not happy about this kind of thing at this time, and when she went out rarely, she happily poked her head out of the carriage and looked at this world covered in silver.

For the past decade or so, she had been claustrophobic in that tower, as if she were sealed in an ice cube. The day-to-day training in magic was mostly the foundational spells and astronomical calendars, and the more subtle realms, such as the art of prophecy that had guided the Frost Guardian tribe for thousands of years to survive in this barren tundra, the northern land of the Northland, were not yet within her scope of study.

The most interesting thing is always what you can't learn.

Marfla said that when the time came, she would naturally set foot there.

The priest of the guards told her not to poke her head out, for that was not the proper behavior of a successor to the High Priest, and that she had to show maturity and propriety at all times.

The so-called maturity is to restrain one's curiosity and behave unfazed, after all, only children sitting on their parents' knees will point to this and that and ask non-stop. It's not that mature people know more, it's that they learn to hide their ignorance without being alarmed.

Not to mention that it was only snow, and Freljord's most common flying thing was a sight that a five-year-old would be used to in the Northlands, and it shouldn't have been.

She sighed and shrank back, only to see a sharp cluster of silver light shooting straight at her.

Whoosh - bell!

The arrows were nailed to the hardboard inside the carriage, and the wooden poles of the arrows shook and made a short trembling sound. If she hadn't just stared out the window before she realized it, I'm afraid she would have been in a different place by now!

"There's a raid! Defense! Fast! Protect the princess! "The lower priests who accompanied him ordered, and under their priestly robes, their armor clanged.

But around here, there is a vast white snowfield, and there is no cover to hide in. But the onslaught soon rained down, as if the arrows had been shot from under the white snowy hills, and in an instant the shell of the carriage turned into a hedgehog.

However, even the warriors of the Northland will not be able to lie in ambush in the snow for long periods of time, and the cold will seep into the body with the snow water that melts with the warmth of the body, and eventually turn the person into a stiff ice sculpture.

But this attack ...... The method and skill of this bow and arrow were clearly made by the Ice Archers tribe, the current Avarosa tribe!

Lisandro crouched in the carriage, rummaging in a panic for the magic wand that had been left to her by Mentor Mauffle under the seat. She had to do something, but the only way to complete those frost spells was with the Polar Ice weapon.

The battle outside was clearly not good, the invisible enemy spread a wide net on all sides, the sound of bows and arrows breaking through the air was constantly sounding, the horses were frightened and raised their heads and neighed, the armed priest grabbed the reins of the horses, and held on to the animal, but it was still freed from it, and it pulled the carriage and galloped,

The priests chased the out-of-control horses, but even if they were trained to fight, they could not outrun the galloping horses. Several arrows shaped like ice crystals flew from behind, piercing through the priest's robe and the armor underneath, and then through the flesh and shattering the bones!

He shot several priests in the cross.

It's an Arctic Ice weapon!

A dozen or so surviving priests quickly made the decision to retreat from the enemy first and then save Lisandro. The priests waved their scepters, the crystal-like material shining brightly in the sunlight. The barrier opened between them, and the sentient powers stretched out their tentacles, seeking out enemies hiding in the shadows.

The attackers also seem to realize that such a simple hiding no longer makes sense, and they ...... No, they crawled out of the heavy snowdrifts, the snow swaying from their bodies, the grinding of the jagged joints, the longbows clenched tightly in their hands, as if they were the weapons of their lives......

In the bumpy carriage, Lisandro struggled to stabilize her figure, and the staff rolled out from under the carriage, and she quickly squeezed it in her hand, and the feeling made her feel reassured.

She only knew that she was being taken farther and farther away, and everywhere was a vast white, and she didn't know where she was. The carriage braked suddenly, the horses let out a high-pitched neigh, their front hooves soared, and the men stood up. Lisandro poked her head out of the window of the car and found that she had reached the edge of the cliff, and the horse's hooves had fallen, and the snow was crushed by the horse's hooves and fell from the cliff.

An arrow clung to her hair, and a bloody streak grazed her left cheek, which was nailed into the horse's head from behind, and the dead horse fell off the cliff, its heavy body falling down with the wagon!

The ice rose from the ground, jamming the front wheels of the carriage and stabilizing its fall, and Lisandro pushed the door open, jumping out like an arrow, rolling a few laps on the ground, narrowly avoiding several arrows.

The assassin approached, taking arrows from the quiver behind his back and placing them on his bow.

Lisandro couldn't help but take a deep breath, she had never seen such a twisted demon, it was still half human, but all that was left was dry bones, and the pale flesh that had not yet fallen off hung on its body like a tattered garment, trembling gently with its movements.

She felt a little disgusted, but she still forced herself to wave her staff to meet the enemy, the staff flashed with ice-blue light, and the earthquake trembled, and suddenly from the white snow, a wall of ice suddenly rose, and the transparent wall of ice-blue was circulating, crystal clear, like a solid stone erected on the back of the earth, to protect its owner.

A staff made of Polar Ice can naturally condense an equally hard shield, and the Polar Ice Arrow is nailed to the parapet made by Polar Ice magic, making a piercing sound, like the sound of the ice structure breaking.

This was followed by a second arrow, which hit the same place.

The arrow was nailed to the wall, and the aftermath of the impact followed the bond of spiritual power, making Lisandro's body tremble. Pulling Lisandro's body. The Ice Archers tribe is known for their precision in archery, and even after their deaths, do they retain memories of their battles?

Before she had time to think about it, the cracks burst from the surface of the ice wall in front of her, and the ice shattered, like a collapsed wall. The wall of ice collapsed, and the earth suddenly began to tremble, and from the high hills in the west roared the power of the rushing attack, and from between the shattered extreme ice, the white tide of avalanches rushed towards her. And in the avalanche swelled like a tide of white bones, these vicious skeletons with swords in their hands, swept swiftly with the torrent of snow, like driving an unstoppable war horse.

A figure jumped lightly, dressed as a warrior monk, and draped in a hat. Before that, he was greeted by a brass lamppost that burst out of his palm and stood firmly on the ice.

He pulled Lisandro up, grasped her tightly, and stood on one foot on the top of the lampshade, the lamppost standing still in the midst of the snow flood, and he exclaimed:

"Disperse!"

Powerful magical energy leaked out from between the lampshades, and collided with the torrent, as if falling from a waterfall meets a rock on a cliff, and even if you pierce through everything, you will only pass away.

The thousands of skeletons in the avalanche suddenly died down, the fire in the eye hole was extinguished, and the spiritual power that pulled it out of the grave seemed to be suddenly cut off at this moment, and the skeletonized body was like a kite with a cut string, shattered into a pile of bones.

But Jax knew that the skeletons' dispersal had nothing to do with his magic.

In the shadows, in front of a roaring fire.

The white-robed man closed his eyes slightly, and on the other side of the fire, a woman dressed in animal skins and wrapped her arms around her, stood and stared at him.

This inexplicable ally made her unpredictable, and at the moment he seemed to be closing his eyes and recuperating, but in fact, his spirit was not resting for a moment.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and in the midst of the fire, the crackling sound of the firewood fire became as rapid as a thousand explosive bombs exploding in it, and the flames rose to the height of more than a person.

Even through a curtain of fire, she could still see the purple pupil that pierced through the curtain of fire.

"It's him ......"