The chains flew towards him again, but this time the stout warrior was ready. He dodged the first chain, then stepped forward and raised a hand, letting the chain whit against his forearm. Then he grasped the chain like a pincer, and pulled the little man over, just right for his elbow.

The man was hit hard by an elbow and fell to Brockval's feet. The Iceborn Warrior towered above him, Winter Sigh held high, ready to strike a fatal blow.

"Slow! Don't kill him! A voice shouted, and Brockwal paused.

Freena immediately turned her head and glared angrily, and saw Frost Sister Solva, staggering to her feet. Her face was pale, her lips were cyanotic, but she still walked forward with heavy steps, leaning tightly against her cleric staff.

"Are you crazy?" Freina roared.

"It's not madness," Solva said lightly, still holding his cleric staff tightly, "it's the will of God." ”

The giant barbarian was briefly distracted, and a bewildered expression appeared on his brutal face, and Silas saw an opportunity.

He climbed into a half-kneeling position and threw out a chain. The chain wrapped around his opponent's blade, and he slammed it out, pulling the broadsword out of his opponent's palm.

The broadsword landed on the nearby snow, and Silas pounced, his eyes full of longing.

He was overjoyed and picked up his broadsword...... A sharp pain burned through his body.

Freena shook her head at the idiot. Only Iceborn can pick up the Ice Weapon. Anyone else, no matter who it is, is a death sentence.

The Gentile let go of his winter sigh and could only cry out and let the cold creep up his hands. He fell to his knees, clutching his arm, but couldn't stop it from freezing. Zhen Bing's killing power began to manifest from his hands, and was gradually spreading along his arms and towards his heart.

"Is this also God's will?" Freina pointed at the Gentile and gave a contemptuous mockery.

Shamanka looked angry, but said nothing.

"But then again, God is cruel." Freina shrugged her shoulders and added, "Maybe God just wanted him to suffer?" ”

Brockwal retrieved Winter Sigh, unscathed, sword in hand. The Gentile stared up at him, his face full of pain and bewilderment, the deadly power of the ice had consumed him.

"Give him a treat." Freena ordered.

Brockwal's resolute gaze looked at their shaman's card, seeking her approval. Freina was furious.

"If God is going to save him, let them intervene directly."

Solva served and honored the old gods of Freljord, but she never claimed to know the will of the gods. She also rarely saw gods interfering directly in mundane matters.

However, what happened next does not seem like a simple coincidence.

The Gentile lay on the snowdrift, trembling and twitching. Zhen Ice had completely snatched him away, but he was still resisting stubbornly, holding out a trembling hand to the Ice Warrior.

Solva knew what the Demacian was capable of, and knew that he had just sucked her power away with a single touch. She could have warned the Iceborn...... But she didn't.

Silas is dying, but even in his dying moments, he is full of fighting spirit.

In desperation, he reached for the barbarian hunk standing above his head. He grabbed the Iceborn Warrior's boot, but the barbarian kicked his hand away.

The bearded man cast a pitiful look at him at his feet, like looking at a leper dog wandering the streets. The look in his eyes was the same as the look of the nobles of Demacia at the commoners, and Silas's anger swelled up.

Anger burned with him, causing him to make a last-ditch stand, bouncing off the ground and choking Freljord's big throat. Ancient and fierce elemental magic was immediately infused into him.

Silas may not be able to master Freljord's ice weapon, but he can still gain its power...... Use the flesh of this barbarian as a conductor of magic.

It only takes a moment.

The barbarian staggered backwards, not quite sure what was happening. Silas smiled, his eyes beginning to flicker with a cold pale light.

He turned his gaze to his frozen arm and raised it to his eyes. He summoned his newfound strength with all his might, and the ice crystals reversed the direction of the spread, retracting his fingertips, and the cold was gone, his flesh unharmed.

His gaze returned to the hulking warrior in front of him,

"Come on," he said, "where did you come from?" ”

Brockwal was dumbfounded, and stepped back, not daring to let the Gentiles approach.

"Who is he?" Freina yelled, "Iceborn? ”

"No," Solva interjected, faith shining in his eyes. "We underestimated him......"

Freena couldn't sit still. She skillfully and smoothly reversed the spear in her hand, rose from her saddle, and poured all her strength and weight into throwing the spear at the stranger.

The spear flew straight at him, but the man quickly stretched out a hand and spread his fingers, and the ground in front of him erupted. In the middle of the abrupt cracks, a protective wall of ice thorns rose from the ground. Freina's spear sank deep into the ice, but it didn't penetrate. The spear was a foot deep, and the barrel of the spear was still vibrating violently, but the Gentile was unharmed.

Freina was stunned in front of the magical barrier, and as if it had suddenly formed, a moment later, it had suddenly collapsed.

The Gentile reappeared, still standing where he had been, looking at his hands in amazement, now covered with frost and glowing a miserable blue light, like sunlight shining through the ice sheet into the darkness. He looked up at Freina, the cold in his eyes condensing into a frosty mist. He gathered the primordial frost power in his body again, and a spinning orb appeared between his hands, like a blizzard under control.

The warriors of Winterclaw clenched their weapons uneasily, and though what was in front of them was clearly the magic of Freljord, they were suspicious of themselves.

At this point, Solva shouted, but Freena couldn't understand what she was shouting. She glanced at the shaman card in surprise.

Does she speak the language of this Gentiles?

It seems that Sister Frost has too many secrets she doesn't know, and her suspicions are even heavier.

Shamanka talked to the stranger for a while, and Freina kept staring at them, gritting her teeth.

"What did the Gentiles say?" She lost her patience and asked sharply.

"He said we had a common enemy," Solva explained, "and he said we could help each other. ”

Freyna frowned, "Which one?" Avarosa tribe? That was our target of plunder, and it always has been, but we have not declared war. ”

"I think he's talking about people from his hometown. Demacia, the other side of the mountain. ”

"So, he's a traitor?" Freena said, "Why should we trust a guy who betrays even his own people? ”

"Mother Scar wants to know how you can help our tribe," Solva asked him in the language of a foreigner, "give your sincerity, or your soul will soon go to the other side of life and death, and there will be no room for bargaining." ”

Silas confronted Freina directly and gave her own answer. Solva looked at him cautiously, confirming each other several times in order to figure out the meaning of the words she did not understand.

"He said he knew the secret passage to his homeland, the way that only he knew," said Solva, "and he said it was very rich and waiting to be claimed." Large swaths of land were not covered with snow, there were fat cattle everywhere, and gold and silver flowed through the streets. ”

The warriors of Winterclaw's paleness were overjoyed to hear this description, and even Freina's eyes lit up. They have only cruelty and harshness in their lives, and they are fascinated by the prey at their fingertips.

But there is still a glimmer of doubt.

"How do we know he's not trying to lead us into a trap?" Freena questioned. He could not be believed. It's better to kill him, and it's useless to talk more, or else you'll be deceived by his golden tongue. ”

"He ......," Solva began, carefully weaving the lie. He said he saw the oracle. A dream about the three Freljord sisters. He said they had encouraged him to come here. ”

"Three sisters!" Brockwal exclaimed with respect. "He knows Avarosa, Serelda, and Lisandro!"

The warriors of Winterclaw let out a murmur of surprise and awe, and many of them touched the talisman totem they wore on their necks with their hands.

The three sisters are legends, the greatest and most respected warriors of Freljord. They are the first Ice Born, and the distant antiquity in which they live is an era of heroes. Most of the tundra northland worships them as the chosen ones, and many will call on their wisdom in times of disagreement or ask them to favor them in battle.

Freena glared at Solva. Did Mother Scar notice her lies?

However, Brockwal's cheers had begun to spread to the other fighters, so she realized that it didn't matter if she noticed it or not. Solva knew that these words would surely make Freyna's Ice Vein warriors feel strong. The mere mention of the Three Sisters evokes awe and faith in him, and his influence on other warriors is very strong. They would never allow the Gentile to be killed without saying anything, no matter what orders Freina ordered.

She allowed herself to smile slightly in triumph, but she didn't let Freena see it, she was thinking about what to do with the stranger.

It was God's will that kept him alive, and Solva was very sure of that. To make sure he lived, the lies didn't make her feel any guilt.

"He has to prove that he deserves our trust."

"Wise judgment, Mother Scar." Solva nodded, "Any ideas?" ”

"He's going to plunder with us," Flena declared loudly, "and if he plays well and gets credit, then maybe we can listen to his advice." Tell me about these secret passages to Demacia. But when the time comes, you will be fully responsible for him. You have to control him, and if he bites back, he has to bite you on the head. ”

Solva nodded, then turned to the Gentiles.

"Stand shoulder to shoulder with us. Prove your worth to Mother Scar," she said, "and fight hard, and maybe you'll survive until the day your allies show up." ”

This last sentence evokes a wide smile on the face of the Gentiles.

Solva looked at him from the top of his head to his toes. As a southerner, he is still quite handsome. It would have been to her liking if she had grown a little more meat, but he was smart, and he had a strength in him.

She held out a finger at him.

"Don't touch me again." She warned.

The Gentile smiled teasingly.

"Unless you agree to it first." He replied. Solva turned his head so that he wouldn't see his own smile.

"What did he say?" Freena asked in a commanding tone.

"He agrees to your terms, Mother Scar." Solva replied.

"Good. Then let's go," said Freina, "and let's plunder." ”