Back in the ancient days of Freljord, when a bitter blizzard covered the northern part of the Valoran continent, Ion Thornfoot was still a fierce warrior with an iron heart, and even wore the nickname "Ion the Heartless".

It's just that all of this comes to an end with the rise of the Ice Bloodline, and Aion and his compatriots are just helpless mortals who want to challenge them in the eyes of the Ice Bloodline.

Yes, mortals, and the Ice Bloodline prides itself on being transcendent.

In order to overthrow the rule of this icy bloodline, the intrepid Aion and his cronies hatched a plan. He and his battle-hardened men set sail from the frozen harbor of the Frostguard to the land of all magic in legend. If Aion can master that ability, subverting the Ice Bloodline is just around the corner.

When the fleet crossed the arc of the horizon, it disappeared from the edge of memory and fell into the myths of its people. They were never seen again, and there is no trace of their deeds in the local history of Freljord, fading away like a path in the snow, becoming part of a blizzard.

The ideal is full of hope, but the reality is full of gloom!

The turquoise sea did not take Ion's noble mission into account at all, and played with their ships at will. The surging waves struck at each other, scattering the last bit of determination of the warriors.

Ion's sword, stained with the blood of numerous mutinous soldiers, finally accompanied his fleet to the shores of Ionia, followed by another merciless slaughter of the local population. The Ionians surrendered, and they led the Freljords to a sacred grove called Omikayalan, which means "Heart of the World".

The rest of the soldiers saw it as a gift to the conquerors, a proof of submission. But it was in that strange green garden that they met the fiercest of the fierce counterattacks.

A mysterious new foe has emerged, a half-human, half-beast, similar to the Chimera's body, mercilessly hunting down the already small number of would-be conquerors. Despite the heavy casualties, the indomitable Aion led the remnants to find the Ionian relic: the Tyliu.

It was a magnificent tree, its supple foliage hanging like a veil and shimmering with a golden green light. Ion's soldiers were nearly wiped out by the monster's onslaught, but he looked at the sacred tree in thought.

In order to break the will of his enemies, Aion clenched the battle axe in his hand and slashed at Emperor Liu. However, he didn't feel the shock from his palm. Nothing. Emperor Liu fell heavily, and all his life force was empty, but only a dazzling light was left in front of his eyes.

Dazzling enough that he couldn't see.............

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Deep in the Lemmwall Mountains, in the valley near the fortress of Laxstak, emerald green peaks and colorful flowers bloom and trickle through the base of the mountain.

It's hard to imagine a paradise in this snow-soaked mountain range, and even if the pace of spring passes quietly, it won't change so much.

"Hmm.......... I dream of the old days again! ”

Two dragon-like dark brown branches gently swayed in the valley, causing a gust of wind to blow, and in an instant, new leaves sprouted, flowers bloomed, and the rich vitality was like a fairy running in the valley.

"Who, who's waking me up?"

In the valley, a magnificent giant tree emits a gentle and kind voice, its supple foliage shimmering with a golden green light.

Ion Thornfoot opened his eyes and looked at the beautiful scene in front of him. Life, thousands of forms of life, are closely intertwined and inseparable from each other.

The whimpering of countless beasts, the sound of the water of the stream, the whistling of the wind among the trees, the sparkling droplets of water bouncing off the moss........ All life is reflected in the heart, and these are the results of his efforts.

"It looks like someone crushed the seeds!" Ion Thornfoot groped around his rough and hard body in a bit of a panic, but he didn't find anything, where did the seeds go?

"Wait, let me think about who else I gave seeds, hmm.... It's Teemo.... Oh yes, I've given Modrian. ”

Aion woke up from a deep slumber and was still a little dazed, which was also his habit.

After visiting the Lenwall Mountains, he became close companions to all living beings, large and small, and then he fell asleep contentedly.

Now, he's wondering what could cause the seeds to be crushed?

Dangerous....... Yes, dangerous. Instantly, Ion's knotted face, like an old tree, suddenly woke up, and he realized that something was wrong.

In the next moment, the rich vitality in the valley rose to the sky, faintly forming a giant tree that reached the sky, and the falling branches poked into the void, as if looking for something.

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Click!

The pale golden seed had just shattered, and the overflowing golden-green energy enveloped Modrian, and then he felt a familiar aura emerge from the seed.

"Hug .. Sorry, I have.... Some sleep.... Buff.... Paste. ”

It seemed that something was not used to this broken space, and the aura of chaos, blood, and depravity filled it, making the voice of Ion's coming will somewhat intermittent.

Then he watched silently at the crimson serpent suspended in the multicolored firmament, and then at another battlefield, the battle between Cana and the pitch-black gargoyle, seemingly equal.

"Two Abyss Lords, no wonder they crush the seeds."

Ion also noticed Darius, the symbol of the Noxian Empire known as Valoran, who was not far away, was holding his body strongly, and was quite miserable at the moment.

Using the strength of the knight chief to try to resist the legendary crown, whether it is ignorance or self-confidence, no one can see through Darius's inner thoughts.

"Damn, what does that mean? Look down on me? It's just a will, and you dare to despise me so much! After experiencing the initial feeling of horror, Archibald stared at the illusory will that had descended, and suddenly reacted, and a roar resounded through the space.

The huge crimson snake body rolled in the shattered space, stirring up the distorted spatial cracks, like a blood-colored hurricane sweeping away all the surging energy.

[Crimson Snake Star Fall]!

In the shattered space, the fishy wind was fierce, and the snake tail that covered the sky and the earth fell straight like a burning meteorite, and the scales that shimmered with cold and cold light were engraved with tiny crimson runes, and after crushing the cracks in the space, a circle of crimson light exploded.

"Hey, friend, why don't you simply ask when you kill? I'm curious. The illusory will of Ion's arrival said slowly.

He asked sincerely, just like he had done the killing, and sometimes he wondered, why? Why is it he who is forgiven?

But his question seemed to Archibald to be an insult, a provocation, a contempt, and then the falling crimson serpent's tail crushed down with even greater agility.

"Uninteresting!" Ion muttered, looking at the snake tail in front of him, which carried the power of destruction, and waved his illusory branches and arms casually.

【Plant beans and get melons】!