Silas knew very well that he was not the man of the oracle that Solva had said.

The misunderstanding was born after a chance encounter that briefly robbed him of his ability to defy the cold, and Solva began to consider himself an oracle and responsible for having Silas fulfill his other God-given missions.

It was this misunderstanding that made Solva fall in love with Silas, who was not strong enough in her eyes, but handsome enough.

But the scumbag Silas doesn't want to clear up this misunderstanding, he sees Solva's position in the raiding group, and he needs Solva's voice to instruct Iceborn Blokval to help him complete his great cause.

He led Solva and Blokovar to the fork in the road of the Battle Monument, where a large stone statue of legend was erected, and it was part of Silas's plan to loot the Silver City.

The Colossus of Justice – Galio.

Stand at the foot of the Colossus and look up at the golden crown above its head. Silas knew all the time that even if he gathered the power of the exiled mages in Demacia, it would not be enough to overthrow the throne.

So it became necessary to seek other help.

He first set his sights on Freljord, and with the help of the deceitful little girl of the Crown, Silas had eaten every book, chronicle, and tome that Lux could get his hands on in Demacia's cell, and there were many references to terrible witchcraft and ancient magic in the Far North.

That's the power he needs.

When he went to that treacherous frozen soil, even his bones could truly feel the magical power contained in the ice and snow.

But he soon discovered that the furious elemental magic would not work well for him, and that the barbarians would not listen to him for his noble cause.

A barbarian is a barbarian, he only knows how to plunder, and some materials can be satisfied, and there is no noble spiritual pursuit at all, such a person cannot become a companion of Silas.

But if Silas wants to take up the burden of toppling the throne, he must control a powerful force that can be used by him, and that is unparalleled in the country!

So he hit the idea of the colossus Galio, which had been used for many years, and now only the viewing and commemorative role is left, and Silas, who had read through Duran's secret book, knew that Galio's legend was true, and the book recorded that this big guy would awaken as long as he absorbed enough magic.

And if Silas can control this colossus, then even if Demacia's throne is made of gold, it will be shattered by the colossus's massive arcane fist!

"Silas, what is this? A statue of a god? "Solva was amazed at the sheer size of the Colossus, a stone statue so large that even the Avarosa ice sculpture of Laxstak could not be compared.

And Avarosa, one of the three sisters, is to them the existence of an ancient sage and prophet, in Solva's understanding, it can be even bigger than Avarosa's ice sculpture, what else can it be if it is not a god statue?

"It's called Galio, and you can understand it that the Demacian hatred of magic has made this statue." Silas replied in a sneering tone, but Solva didn't understand the irony in his words.

"We're not here to visit, we still have a fight to fight!" Brockwal has little new interest or respect for the Outsider Gods, and he touches his bushy yellow beard and shouts to watch Silas return to battle and let Silas fight in the presence of Flena the Scar, proving that he is worthy of being an ally of Winterclaw.

"Our battlefield is here." After Solva finished translating Brockval's words, Silas laughed instead.

"What do you mean by that?" Solva stared at Silas with ice-blue eyes, as if he wanted to get a revelation from his words and actions.

Silas held out his groping hand to Solva, but the latter deftly avoided it.

She held out a finger at him and sternly warned, "I said it, don't touch me again." ”

Thor no longer wanted to experience the powerlessness of being touched by Silas, and the power was forced out of the core of his body. And she doesn't wear much, once the ability to ignore the cold disappears, she will be instantly frozen and her will will be blurred.

Silas smiled teasingly, then became serious again.

"Yes, unless you agree to it first." He replied, "Now please come and touch the statue, and the revelation of the oracle will come down." ”

Oracle!

The temptation of the oracle was no small for Solva, and she calmed the impatient Iceborn, and then began to figure out the will of the old gods.

Ever since she was blessed by the ice and snow, she had been searching for the meaning of her existence, but mortals always had to do something different to live.

Why did you receive this award? What is the meaning of cold invasiveness? It must be prepared for a mission.

"Please." Silas said again, reaching out and touching the toes of the giant statue.

Nothing happened.

Solva finally stopped doubting and reached out to the stone statue with Brockval.

Then something familiar happened—just as Solva tried to summon her god-given power, she felt it stripped from her body, forced out of the core of her body. The sudden cold had incapacitated her from everything—something she hadn't felt in years. Then she collapsed downward, unable to breathe, unable to move, unable to do anything.

Beside her, the massive Iceborn Warrior was not spared, and although he drained all his mana in an instant, like the Frost Nun, most of his power was drained.

He withdrew his hand from the stone statue in horror, then weakly pulled out his Ice Broadsword from behind his back and pointed it at Silas.

Now, he finally understood what Silas meant when he said that the battlefield was under his feet.

He was about to slay the treacherous stranger, but something even more unbelievable happened before his eyes—the huge stone statue suddenly moved, vibrating its golden wings, and at the sound of Silas's laughter, it leaned down and held down with only one finger, the strongest ice warrior in the raiding group, who could slash the ice trolls to the ground.

"Little man of the north, can I crush you?"

Galio spoke curiously, his voice deafening.

Faced with the crushing of huge power, the proud Ice Warrior couldn't muster up the courage to fight back, and the broadsword Winter sighed out of his hand.

"Huh." Silas sneered, his gaze fixed on the barbarian's weapon.

The hilt of the sword was smeared with a pale ice crystal, which was glowing, and a layer of cold hoarfrost formed on the blade.