At the top of the ice dome, Reginald's body shook slightly, and the tense mental power was unloaded, and controlling the doppelganger at such a distance to communicate was already a huge consumption, but Jax's offensive was even more aggressive, and it seemed that he had seen his plan clearly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He opened his eyes, his spiritual power was like an ant returning to the nest, Jax was just about to slash his head, the shield of ice and snow was melted layer by layer, and the huge white ice shell was shattered layer by layer, falling like an avalanche of mountains.

The battle between the two was seen by Lisandro in the distance, although she no longer had eyes, and the wounds left by the phoenix flames made her permanently blind, but because of the gift of the watcher, the ice and snow could be her eyes and ears, although everything she saw was a cold and colorless landscape, but there was no longer the so-called warmth in her eyes.

The man in white in the mask used the extremely low-cost frost magic in this environment to constantly trap his actions, forcing him to defend or even break through with a higher cost of magic, which can be regarded as relying on the geographical advantage.

His technique is indeed exquisite, and the means of elemental construction are quite superb, although it is jerky, but it seems to follow the rationale of elemental configuration, but after all, Frost is not Extreme Ice, and the protective power is the weakest of all solid elements, if Jax forcibly breaks through, it will not delay for long.

The frost snapped out of Reginald's palm, growing like a plant born by magic, forming the form of a giant blade, and slamming into the lamppost in Jax's hand.

"I didn't expect Jax to go all the way with Lisandro."

"Each other, Sejuani is not a master! You lobbied among the tribes of the Northlands just to watch the wars and wail all over the wilderness? ”

"If it weren't for you, I could have stopped that."

"What a joke!"

Jax's cheeks tensed, and a magical light burst from the lamppost, two opposing forces separating the two sides, and he hung in the air, the lamppost tossing and turning in the palm of his hand, bringing out the sound of the wind, and the viscous energy flow in the lampshade was a line slower than his phantom wave, always followed by the dancing of the lamppost, briefly cutting the golden flow in the air, tossing and turning the traces of the square. In that moment, between the dark gold magic light that followed the lampshade and the traces that had not yet dissipated, a golden magic array was connected, and the magic array rotated in mid-air, indicating that it had been activated.

Jax leaped to the side, flicking the brass lamppost like an Ionian brush, the pen walking the dragon and snake, splashing ink on the empty and infinite paper in this space, and in the blink of an eye, three small magic arrays hung in the air.

Reginard looked at the gradually forming magic circle, he had intended to consume Jax before, although he also had the Pupil of Destiny as a support, but after all, his own magic power was limited, and he should not consume more, not to mention Ahri's double-layer magic array to be cracked......

The nested magic circle is like two locks connected to each other, opening one will lead to the other, if there is any safety in it, he may even touch a minefield if he misses, but now, he must fight quickly.

Burgundy flames suddenly rose from his fingertips.

……

Lisandro is the Frost Witch, and her legend has never really been forgotten.

In other words, each generation of Snow Prayer Dance is brutally killed and possessed by her to become the new Ice Witch, and the trolls of the East are her swords.

He realized it too late! The kid ...... The kid is already ......

He will never forgive such a thing!

His mentor, the last beast spirit walker, had time to tell him when he fell that the Ice Witch had never given up her revenge on the land, and that she would raise the glory of the old empire from the dark abyss again.

This kind of thing will never be forgiven! What she does must be stopped!

He had to go and warn Jax, maybe it was too late!

Udir ran wildly through the dark passages, and between the secrets he had discovered was the western tower of the Glacier Guard Fortress, and when he rushed out of this cold fortress, the moon had already set, and the cold shadow cast by the cold light engulfed him, and he left the fortress and walked out into the street, where he saw hordes of tribesmen, who were gathering in the square outside the fortress.

Their empty eyes lit up with a cold light, like the ghostly fire of the netherworld in folklore.

They noticed him walking out of the fortress, and what appeared to be a heavy, unsupported head like a puppet's head, pulled up by an invisible puppet thread, looked up at him.

Udir knew that a tough battle awaited him.

……

A year ago, Shadow Isle.

"Time flies." Reginard tied a new knot on the string that hung from the blackened branches, and there were already many of the same on this rope, hanging from the dead old branches.

Here, this is the only way he can use to keep track of time.

Yorick says that time doesn't matter here, time is just a shackle to the world.

The Isle of Shadows is a land forgotten by the order of time, and legend has it that is associated with the time of the Magic Lords.

What kind of powerful magic did that long-lost civilization derive that could completely distort this primeval land?

"Your Blood Thirst is fine now, as long as you don't leave the Shadow Isle, you don't have to worry about not being able to restrain it......"

"No, I'll definitely leave Shadow Isle."

"In the Isle of Shadows you will be immortal."

"What's the point of living like that?"

"Maybe you can be a witness, maybe you can just hide here."

"If it was really for that, I'm afraid there wouldn't be a deal between you and me."

"Transaction ......"

"If this eternal life were to be free, you wouldn't trade with me in exchange for lifting the curse. I'll let the War College help you get rid of this curse, even if it's engraved in your blood, we'll all have to leave this damn eternal land first. ”

"That's right, it's an eternal torture." Yorick nodded. "But then, maybe you'll disappear. Leaving Shadow Isle, the power of the pact wanes until the dirt falls apart. ”

"I see."

"Even so, you're going to go your own way."

"I just hope to be able to accomplish my mission before then."

"Then I will follow you to prevent anything from happening to you, and they will follow suit." He said that the ghostly ghosts beside him appeared in the air, looking at the thin white-robed young man with their glittering eyes.

"Thank you."

"Why do you always sit by the fire? I told it was useless. You already knew about it a few months ago. ”

Yorick said that he looked at the Reginade as he raised the Spectral Fire, which was burned by the rotten wood of the Isle of Shadows, and would never run out of fuel, but only the faint sensation of heat, because the land of Shadowis, where time stood still and everything was eternal.

Every time he was asked this question, the white-robed young man just shook his head and smiled, but he remained silent, staring at the dancing flames.