【War College】

The candles were lit one by one, clearly empty, but like a maid lighting the candles one by one, preparing for the next meeting for the master. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The secret room of the underground hall was illuminated a little, and the damp wooden round table probably felt the heat source, exuding a distinct decay aura.

Behind each candle sat a person, their appearance dim, except for the faint light striking the high, narrow back of the chair, proving that they were not ghosts.

"It's been a long time since I've had a meeting like this, and it's really nostalgic." A hoarse female voice rang out on the side, and the speaker was Audine.

"Convening a council without prior notice? The medicine is just half allocated. The man sitting on the other side said, the candle flame barely reflected the corner of his protective robe, the pharmacist genius Mikael, the eleven people here are all veterans who know the roots, although they also have some hole cards, but they know a lot.

"It's been a long time, I thought this shadow council would disappear, as the man said." LeBlanc smiled lightly and said.

"That's right. The Council of Eleven was attached to the Academy, and in the early days of its operation, it solved the problems that the Council could not solve, and gradually abolished it after the War College Council was completed. These are the rules of League of Legends. A young man's voice recited elegantly, "That person has only established this Shadow Council to control us, and thus the Academy. His wishful thinking was a good one, first giving us power, waiting until the boat was ready, and then relying on us to help push into the sea...... That was the man's own ambition, but now it's up to us. ”

That man was Heywood, and if "that man" was the trailblazer, Heywood was the biggest beneficiary of the organization's rise.

"What is the matter of gathering us? Let's talk about it, I don't have a lot of time. Fraruo said, this enchantress with a thousand-faced personality is obviously quite impatient at the moment.

"There's something strange about this time." "Let's look at Freljord's situation first. ”

"Supposedly, this kind of thing should be discussed in a formal parliament." Relai pointed out that his voice was as cold as frost, as he was an ice mage himself, and it seemed that he was gradually coming into harmony with the element.

"You'll find out later." He gave him a slight high-five, and in the corner of the round table, in the spare corner that had been left for some time, a phantom suddenly appeared, and everyone looked in that direction, it was Graffer, the ambassador of the Alliance.

"Things are going to be bad for Freljord right now, with Sejuani representing Winter's Claws and Ash representing the other two tribes about to go to war, and the situation seems to be evolving in a more complicated direction. Jax seems to want us to be on Ash's side, but it seems that this is not the right proposal for now, so it is better to wait and see until things become clearer......"

"No, Graffer, we're not talking about Freljord and Ash right now, but a piece of paper that the god showed up at the academy without knowing it." A piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wings slipped from a cloud of magic light onto the table, and the light blue light swept the contents of the paper from top to bottom, and then the same light blue magic light appeared in front of everyone in front of everyone.

- On behalf of the War College, I welcome and accept Freljord with open and friendly arms as the eighth city-state of the League of Legends, and recognize Lady Sejuani as the Queen of the Northern League.

It's just a few lines, but what really amazes everyone is the signature underneath it: Reginad Ashram.

The letters of the flower body are connected into a series of continuous patterns, faintly exuding the momentum of gathering spirits, as if these simple symbols are connected into a hidden magic array, this familiar magic seems to bless this white paper with a thousand weights, even if it is a copy scanned by magic, it also faintly reveals the power of magic from the figure.

There can be no mistake, it is the mark left by that person.

Could he really ...... Still alive?

But his move undoubtedly made Freljord's mess even more turbulent, which is not his usual style.

Eleven wizards who were well-known in the wizarding world finally couldn't sit still at this time, and although they had only come to this secret room with a phantom of mental power, the news still made them feel like they were on pins and needles. Reginard is a formidable opponent, and whether he admits it from the bottom of his heart or not, this guy is a tough opponent, and every move he makes will bring no small crisis.

Heywood looked around at the crowd, his face equally gloomy.

"The vote now begins, and each person will have one vote on whether or not the League of Legends will meddle in the affairs of the Freljord region, and no abstentions. The result of the vote will become the decision of the Academy. "Then, the vote begins." ”

【Shadow Island】

When her mental strength returned to her body, LeBlanc found that she had reached her destination, and the boatman in her black cloak was long gone, leaving her alone in a wooden boat, which was tied to a dark boulder on the shore with a string, swayed by the current.

She had no way of knowing what was going on here when her spiritual power was summoned to the Shadow Council, the summoning just now was too sudden, and the sudden beating of her temples showed a load of mental power. She used her magic to probe carefully, and there was nothing wrong with her whole body, so she was relieved.

This humble wooden boat is the only "road" to the Shadow Isle, which is west of the Valoran continent, but has always been independent, and the people on the island are mostly eerie dark magicians, whether they are willing to communicate with the outside world is unknown, but it is difficult to reach the Shadow Island from the west coast of Valoran.

There is a lot of fog near the Shadow Island, the slightest mistake will be lost, the reef is heavy, the storm looms, and no one knows its specific location, since ancient times, people who have gone to explore the mysterious cold island have been buried in that sea area, so there are also rumors that those reefs are the white bones of dead sailors, pulling passing ships to the bottom of the sea, and the surrounding sea is also named the Sea of the Dead.

The only way to do this is through a wrecked wooden boat, a gloomy boatman who roams the sea every day in a small wooden boat, and if he senses the scent of a magical object and is interested, he is summoned to take outsiders to the Shadow Isle. He doesn't have any lifeless breath on his body, he seems to be a skeleton, and if he is given a magical item as a reward, he can pass through the fog of Shadow Isle.

It's not the first time LeBlanc has been here, even if she is as cunning as her, there is no way to get a glimpse into the mysteries of the Shadow Isle hidden in the shadows, as if the island is in another world, and that ship is the only way to communicate between the two worlds.

Stepping on the black soil covered with dead branches and leaves, the grass and trees will not completely rot when they fall to the ground, because the dead land cannot absorb those nutrients, and the land itself cannot support the growth of plants, so it just rots in the black soil, maintaining this state of death forever.

The aura here was very familiar to her, the magic in her body was noisy, as if she had traced back to the source, and she walked into the forest, she did not come here to pay homage to the shadows, but to find an answer.

The tree was black, black bark and branches, the crown was covered with leaves but long since rotted, and the pale interior peeked out from the severed bark, the lines looked like a man's eyebrows, and the color of pain piled up on his forehead, as if he had been drained alive by the sharp black tree.

She followed her heart and walked firmly, and the sound of rustling echoed through the forest, as if someone was whispering, and it seemed to be her auditory hallucination.

She pushed back the milky white cobwebs between the treetops and continued on, a sight that reminded her of her approach. If you look down from above, you can see that she has broken into the edge of a labyrinth of thousands of spider silks, and unbeknownst to her, the giant spider queen is lounging in a nest high up.