It's unclear whether it's a return or a fair deal - at Lisandro's request, Aatrox agrees to help her eliminate those who try to attack the Frost Guardian clan.

Aatrox didn't ask Lisandro why she didn't do it herself.

There is no need to ask, this cunning blind woman is either taking advantage of herself, or she is planning to be behind.

But unlike Rod, Aatrox never minded being taken advantage of.

There is still value and existence in being used positively.

What could be more important to the Darkspawn who have been corrupted by the Void than to prove their existence?

You know, before being turned into the Darkborn, the fallen Celestial warriors fought year after year, in order to boast about themselves and make everyone admire themselves?

Aatrox doesn't mind being used, nor who is using him, he cares about the exploitation itself.

In this way, Aatrox accepted the position of commander of the Frostguard Warriors, and met the Frostguard warriors from all over the world at the Frostguard Fortress.

……………………

Crying above the abyss.

On the icy stone bridge, Aatrox met the warriors carefully selected by Lisandro.

The Ice Bloodline was not pure bragging—these warriors were barely qualified, even in Aatrox's critical eyes.

Well, there is still some necessary training to be truly qualified.

Aatrox had no doubt about the fighting power of these lads, but he also knew very well that a fight was not the same as a war.

On the battlefield, unless you're immune to normal weapons like a Celestial warrior, you can't change the tide of battle on your own—no matter how good your personal skills are, acting alone will only lead to death.

Combat requires coordination, and these lads obviously don't understand what coordination is.

In Aatrox's scarlet gaze, most of the warriors were like falling into an ice cave, trembling - not that they were not brave enough, but because Aatrox's gaze was originally a test of strength, and only those warriors who were strong enough and physically strong enough could remain calm under Aatrox's scrutiny.

With a glance, Aatrox found the strongest ones in the group.

"You, you, you—and you...... The four of you are out of the ranks. ”

Aatrox named four warriors who looked okay on his own.

The two men and two women who had been spotted by Aatrox walked out of the queue with their weapons in hand.

"Lisandro said that there were four hundred of you, so I divided you into four teams, and the four of you were centurions."

Aatrox's voice was low and hoarse, as trembling as his eyes—but perhaps because he had called Lisandro by name, many of the group were disgruntled.

There was even a bald-headed warrior who shouted "why".

Aatrox didn't say anything - he just raised his broadsword and pointed at the daredevil.

A strange force formed a strange chain that bound the creature and pulled it in front of Aatrox.

"Although I promised Lisandro that I would turn you into true warriors." Aatrox's empty left hand fixed the Ice Dagger on his chest, "But that doesn't mean I'm going to make sure you guys are alive. ”

"Now, I can teach you the first lesson - learn to shut up."

Invisible chains dragged the hapless man from the cold stone bridge.

And when he was really out of balance and faced with death, the reckless boy finally understood the meaning of fear, and he cried out in panic, but Aatrox showed no mercy.

No one knows how deep the Wailing Abyss is - but this time, all the fighters who trained in Aatrox know that the Weeping Abyss is really deep, deep.

The unfortunate man's screams went on for a long, long time, and everyone was bent on hearing him landing, but all they could hear was the endless sound of the wind.

When the shouting died down, Aatrox finally spoke again.

"Now, who else?"

No one answered—even those who wished to challenge the four fighters picked out by Aatrox chose to die for the time being.

Half out of fear, half out of respect.

After confirming that there were no fools, Aatrox finally nodded in satisfaction.

"Very well—now, let the four centurions introduce themselves."

"Oral Hands of Stone." The first to speak was a strong, middle-aged man, "I think most of the people here know me. ”

Oral Stonefist, the famous Son of Thunder - he is as strong as a wolf, with a gray beard and a determined eye, and his skin has been hardened like leather with cracks and deep lines over the years.

Urral's shoulders were draped in ice bear fur, but only faded war tattoos and dozens of iron rings obscured his arms were obscured, each of which was won from the battle ritual.

In his hand is the Son of Thunder, a weapon that gives him the nickname from which the massive hammer head is wrapped in ice, and its story is as rich as that of Oral.

This was followed by the second.

"Hala Ice."

A sturdy one-eyed woman with three hideous scars on her scratched left eye - the wounds caused by the claws of the bear people.

Like Oral, Hala has her own Ice Weapon, a pair of hatches, Blood Fangs, and Blood Claws.

"Thor, Nightshade."

The third man looked gloomy, and he subconsciously stood in the shadow of Aatrox's tall body, very inconspicuous - unlike the previous two, he did not show a large area of skin, but wrapped himself in a cloak.

It's not that he doesn't have enough strength and doesn't tolerate the cold, but because he prefers shade.

"Sigvar Half-Barrel Arrow."

The last centurion looked a bit cramped - unlike the three real Frostguard warriors in front of him, Sigvar wasn't already a recognized champion, and he didn't even have his own Ice Weapon.

But even so, he was recognized by Aatrox.

"Now, now that I've finished the introduction, I'm going to see what your real combat power and will are." Without giving the warriors more time to get acquainted with each other, Aatrox immediately issued a mission, "Now, there's a self-righteous peep ready to move, let me see if you can get rid of them." ”

Just when these ice-blooded warriors didn't know why, there was a strange buzzing sound suddenly under everyone's feet.

"Listen—they're coming." Aatrox's tone was full of evil taste, "The minions of the Void will not let go of any opportunity, and these guys will be your best test." ”

The next moment, dozens of huge insects flapped their wings and flew out of the wailing abyss.

"Let me see how you guys are doing – don't let me down."

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