Jax bowed lightly, the namaste of the Ionian monks, and then looked at the woman on the back of the armored boar, who was also staring at him, but she could not see the eyes under his mask, but she had no intention of doing so. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In those narrow eyes, there is a domineering spirit that is empty-eyed.

She lifted the reins high, and the grumpy boar was tightly restrained, but did not dare to resist in any discontent. The silver-white mane on the top of the head is high in the sky.

The woman was fully armed, with a horn protruding from the right side of her forehead, and the other side seemed to be broken. This woman is not very old in appearance, but the domineering spirit of this conqueror in her whole body is so fierce that it is piercing.

Dressed in iron armor, the metal looks old, covered with traces of war. Beneath the armor was a thick brown fur that had been stripped from the carcass of a northland mammoth, a violent and ferocious beast, and the adult mammoth had thick skin and flesh, and did not have to hide in a cave even during the snowy season.

The tradition of Winter's Claw, which every leader must take before receiving the title of "Winter's Fury", is to single-handedly hunt such an adult mammoth.

It is said that they derive courage and strength from the fierce spirits of beasts.

The accompanying procession gradually came from behind, and the warriors of the tribe rushed in on wild boars, and the iron hooves cut through the ground, and everywhere they passed was a mess, they did not do it intentionally, but in their bones, they had a predatory heart like fire, and they did not want to restrain people.

The "boar knights" gathered behind her, and behind her was a carriage, led by a white horse, which looked extremely docile and steady among the snorting wild boars, and I don't know who was sitting inside, and deliberately covered it with a curtain.

Only then did Sejuani reply with a gallant salute, and slammed her right hand on her breastplate with a clang, and she prepared to turn the boar's fanged head and prepare to leave.

"Wait a minute, may I ask who is in the carriage?"

"Just a courier I met halfway through." She said she didn't look back.

The wind of magic gently lifted the curtain of the carriage, and a warm air emanated from the carriage, which was Jax's magic, he stared closely at the figure under the curtain, just a flash, he saw the person in the carriage wearing a white robe, wearing a ghost face, and the magical energy flowed in his body, exuding two unique aura, one familiar and one unfamiliar, the two were mixed together, but he couldn't remember where either of them came from.

"What's wrong?" Udir asked, "The person just now is Winter's Wrath Sejuani. ”

"I know. I care more about the people in the carriage. Sejuani's guards were clearly protecting him, who were they...... Is it worth it for her to let her subordinates slow down and protect? ”

"Quite possibly the messenger of Noxus." Udir noted. "Noxus has always admired iron-blooded conquest, but it fits in well with Princess Sejuani's creed."

"But the people in that carriage don't look like soldiers." Jax said, recalling the glimpse he had just seen.

"It's probably civilian in the military, although it's almost impossible for Noxus to produce civilian officers, because that country is a huge jungle with wild beasts. But perhaps...... It's him. ”

"You mean Svein?" Jax guessed.

Udir nodded, "The new dictator of Noxus, who is civilian-like but commands the first military headquarters like an iron bucket. ”

Jax pondered the magical aura he had just perceived, and although the carriage was deliberately blessed with a magical array isolated from the outside world, he could still sense that aura. "Maybe it's him."

"What are you talking about?" Lisandro remained quiet for quite some time, watching the two of them nervously guessing about something, and finally couldn't help but ask.

"It's nothing, we just think the guy in the carriage is suspicious."

"That guy ......" Lisandro also recalled the feeling just now, frowning and thinking, as if she had sensed something from that glimpse just now.

"Lisandro." A female voice came from afar, pressing down on them with an icy majesty, and even though the biting wind of the north never subsided the chill, her cold voice floated very clearly in the air.

The woman's robe was dangling to the ground, and the white fabric was stamped with a faint icy blue pattern, the pattern of which was the same as the pattern they had seen on the carriage in which Lisandro was riding, it was a giant pupil, and countless cold lines converged to outline the outline of this eye, so lifelike that it made people feel as if they were being stared at by this dead pattern. The same pattern appears on her dazzling white blindfold, which is patterned with ice threads, making her look like a Cyclops priestess.

"Mafula-sama!" The girl's thoughts were interrupted, and like a lively rabbit, she ran towards the woman.

"Is it just you, Lisandro? Where are the others? ”

"They...... I was killed halfway through, thanks to them for saving me. She took Mafra by the arm and led her to Jax and Udir.

"Don't be nervous." Mauffle chuckled politely at them, "I'm not a monster. Is it necessary to even breathe so low? ”

Jax saluted her back, and they held their breath not out of fear, but in her, there was an invisible sense of coercion that followed her, and her power was like a chill hidden in the wind, in which hidden an unseen, cold sword, surrounded them.

At this moment, it seemed to make people suddenly understand why the princess of the Northland could travel without a guard, because she had great power in her hands, and the cold air of Freljord could only humbly submit to her feet, and let her call it.

"I'm just afraid that I'll lose my temper, after all, your beauty and temperament are admired by all Freljord."

"You're Mr. Jax, I've admired my name for a long time, and I guess you were invited by Ash to represent the War College in Rycostead, right?" Mauffle continued, seemingly seeing him as a threat.

"Actually, that's ......" Jax didn't want to make a public statement, after all, he was the commissioner of the operation, and as for the mess of Freljord, it was best for the academy council to discuss it before making a decision.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter. Ash, she's fine, and I'm sure Freljord will get better and better under her leadership. Mafra said to him with a shallow smile.

"You're going to support Ash?" Udil, who was on the side, couldn't help but ask, as far as Jax knew, he was obviously a standard Sejuani pie.

"The Frost Guardians have long been uninvolved in Freljord's strife, focusing only on ancient magic and beliefs, and knowing less about the tribes, so instead of continuing this scattered mess, it is better to find a ruler who can bring it stability." Mavra said slowly, but her voice was still cold and hollow through a layer of ice, as if it didn't come from a person's mouth.

It's no wonder that the Snow Prayer Dance is regarded as the closest thing to a god by the people of the Frost Guardian tribe. There is indeed some kind of ...... in her. Self-evident divine might.

"Thank you for saving Lisandro." She bowed her head again, and though she was blindfolded, her charm was not diminished by it in the slightest. "I don't know what kind of guy is intercepting halfway?"

"It's a group of undead who use the standard arrows of the Ash tribe, they came from the Ilo tribe when they were alive, but it seems that the whole tribe has been wiped out." Jax said.

"Undead?" The corners of Mauffle's mouth curled in surprise.

"Someone resurrected them with magic and manipulated them, but it's too late to find out who did it." Jax nodded.

The undead are the dead who have been resurrected against the heavens, the ghosts of the past who have been brought to the present world by evil laws, and that kind of magic is also the most taboo and terrible realm among the taboos.

"I thought Sejuani was going to do something to us Frost Guardians." "Anyway, thank you for saving her." She bowed deeply to the two of them.

Lisandro stayed quietly behind her, not saying a word, just puffing out her face a little unhappily. It seems that she has indeed undergone a relatively strict teaching, and with Mafule's guardianship, she obviously does not dare to cross the thunder pool by half a step.

"It's the right thing to do." "But there's one thing I'd like to ask you, the ancient legend of Freljord has always been sung and continued by the Frost Guardian tribe, and I wonder if Lord Snow Dancer has ever heard of the name of the Ice Witch?" "This big man obviously intends to get straight to the point.

Udir knew of that terrible threat from the mouths of the beasts, and once his soul mentor was also buried at the hands of the Ice Witch, and this time the beast spirits warned him about the ancient title - the Ice Witch.

"Ice Witch?" The voice hung between Mauffle's pale lips for a moment, "I'm afraid it's just some widely circulated nursery rhymes, the product of people's processing of myths." None of the tablets and scrolls left over from ancient times have ever been named like that. ”

"Is that so? But ......" Udir wanted to continue to ask what was going on, but Jax stopped him in time, or maybe he would have shaken out the beast's warning openly.

"Now that Mamphlar has said so, I'm afraid that the Ice Witch is indeed a non-existent thing. It's like a black witch who scares a child into sleeping obediently. Jax said.

"That's true. What the nursery rhyme says, it may not be believed. If there's anything I've found about the Ice Witch, I'll be sure to let you know in time. Mafra nodded slightly, her chin sculpted out of crystal clear ice.