Freljord, Frost Dome. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Ancient trees broke through the cracks in the ice cap and rose from the ground, growing wildly in this land of ice and snow.

The branches of the ancient tree coiled and squeaked, and the aura of dark ice magic emanating from the witch's body enraged the newly revived forest, and the thick branches pounced on the witch's thin body, but the biting cold magic made them freeze halfway. The branches cracked unwillingly beneath the ice, but that didn't stop the ice from frozen.

Almost instantly, the greenery covered the glaciers, and the sky and the earth, which had been filled with biting frost a second ago, were now quietly steaming with hot and humid water.

As if in the flashback, the landscape of ancient times was restored in this area, and the song of birds and the roar of beasts echoed in the woodland maintained by the short-lived divine power.

Ahri looked at the strange scene in front of her in shock, she didn't know what kind of magic could create such a vibrant forest in such a dead and desolate ice and snow land, only that it was not an ordinary creature to be able to pay for such a terrible consumption of mana.

A strange power enveloped the area, landed on the fox girl's skin, and slowly entered her body, it was a burning sensation, a brutal and exclusive force, dispelling the cold that the witch's magic remained in her body little by little.

"Huh—the power of the four gods?"

A sneer erupted between Lisandro's lips, and her grim gaze glanced at the hideous beast shadow that stood between her killing move and the nine-tailed demon fox Ahri.

The god of beasts, the lost ancient god of Freljord, once ruled the land before it was covered with snow and ice. That is, until she, along with her two stupid sisters, accepted the Ice Bloodline and, with the help of the Frost Guardians, overthrew the Old Gods and gave the land a cold new life.

Swallowed up the ancient temple with snow, and established a truly human-ruled ice empire.

Although those old things have long been hidden in the roaring snow flood of the snow-capped mountains with one wind and snow season after another.

"Tsk, I really didn't expect that it was the beast gods who had even made the temple earth. As an ancient god, even if you have been forgotten for too long, you will not show up for such a trivial matter, right? ”

"Lisandro, your empire is long gone, but your magic has destroyed the land, and until now, are you still looking forward to the return of the Ice Guardians?" The tiger-shaped beast figure stepped forward, and the sound was like a bell.

"Sabotage? This is purification and rebirth, and the ancient and decaying gods will not understand it. ”

Lisandro raised her hand, and the cold magical aura became more and more intense in the area shrouded by this verdant vision, and even these beast shadows that were gods slowly rose with surprise in their eyes.

That's right, these ancient gods are just a façade, the divine power of the primeval era has long been weakened by now, and this land called Freljord is no longer an ancient jungle, but a domain of ice and snow that no longer belongs to them.

Even if you can reproduce the region of ancient times, in the end, it is just a phantom that deceives people.

Sharp ice edges swept through the snowstorm, violently destroying the forest that stood on the frozen soil, and the beast shadows and tiger roars in the dense forest disappeared with them, revealing the original cold and barren ice dome peak.

Ahri stared at the figure in front of her, and her body couldn't help but retreat, but the cold had already turned into a snake-like chain around her hands and feet, slowly lifting her above the abyss.

Blocks of snow fell from the side of her shoes, the cold wind cut her delicate face, and the witch came up to her as if she were pacing on a carpet, reaching out and picking her chin.

"Don't worry, I don't want to kill you for the time being, because ...... Nine-Tailed Demon Fox, you will be my bargaining chip. ”

From the skin that came into contact with the magic ice chain summoned by the witch, a kind of cold energy was constantly seeping in, but it would be directly incinerated in the body by a scorching inexplicable fire.

Her mind searched into her body, and finally in the depths of her soul, she found a small flame mark, which was left by the shadow of a beast spirit in the ancient woodland just now.

When her mind touched the mark, she heard a gentle voice from the flames:

"The time has not yet come."

……

Freljord border, Gobble Township.

Udil woke up from his nightmare, cold sweat already oozing his animal skin robes.

No, that's not a nightmare...... Rather, it is a warning from the god of beasts.

This situation is becoming more and more frequent, and this foreshadowing is undoubtedly the strongest inspiration. The witch returns, and terrifying creatures emerge from the bottomless cracks of darkness.

The rough palms propped up the table, and then propped up his faintly aching head, the draft beer in the glass had already cooled down. The noisy sound in the tavern was like water poured into his ears by negative pressure at this moment, filling his ears and mind at once.

No matter how shabby the tavern is, there will be no shortage of liveliness.

The tavern is called "Wild Bull" and is located in the town of Gober, which some bards call "the end of the world", because the world further north is always shrouded in wild and dangerous snow - Freljord.

The town is mostly populated by hunters, who make a living by hunting outside the snowfields, and the cold allows the animals to grow thick fur, which also makes for good materials for high-end fur products.

In the evening, the hunters retreat from the cold place to avoid being swallowed up by the night of the snowy fields, so it also happens to be the busiest time of the day for the Wild Bull Tavern.

The shopkeeper is a yodeler, and in fact, the little man himself has nothing to do with the name of the shop, "Brute Bull"; On the contrary, like his little race, this short, hairy dwarf-like creature seems to be extremely careful in everything he does. At this moment, he was on the lookout for signs of conflict among the drinkers, and was ready to step over and interject into a sentence or two, lest he end up with a destructive fight to solve the problem.

There was a fire burning in the fireplace, and the choking smell of smoke was mixed with a musty smell from the bodies of the drinkers, the damp clothes, and the leftovers from the back kitchen. And Udir mingled with these drinkers, and there was no sense of abruptness in the slightest, and now his beard was messy, and his drunken appearance was not at all like the agent of the ancient gods in the world, but more like a sloppy old drunkard.

Of course, the envoy of the beast spirit ancient god, his behavior has nothing to do with elegance, and it is not a big surprise.

Udir had come here to wait for someone, the secret envoy sent by the War College, who would pass through the dangerous land of Freljord.

That's when that man arrived.