If the Far West were to the west, beyond the impassable ice tundra and ice storms of the barren land, one could pass through the Iron Ridge Mountains to Freljord.

Freljord is a mysterious, cold land of endless glacial tundra, a harsh environment that has accustomed Freljord to misery and grief, and a land that was once full of strife, soaked in snow with the blood of countless ethnic ancestors.

Before magic destroyed the mountains, the ice tundra did not appear, Shurima was not swallowed by the sand, and the ancient ice guards ruled the entire ice field more than a thousand years ago!

They look like human women, but their minds are full of evil and destruction, and no one knows where they came from, not even the top historians of the War College today.

According to the oldest books, the Frost Watchers lived here at that time, and they were powerful, giving many gifts to the natives of the ice and snow, sharing their magic and immortalizing the people, and they called the natives of the ice field the Ice Bloodline.

In return, the Ice Bloodlines gave them anything they wanted, a magnificent fortress, a vast empire, and loyalty deep into the soul

As the natives of Freljord grew stronger and more powerful, wielding all sorts of magic, they were willing to be enslaved by the Icefield Watchers, and even called themselves the guardians of the Ice Guards, the Iceborn.

Avarosa, Serelda, and Lisandro, these three legendary figures as the words of the Ice Guard, leading the entire inhabitants of Freljord, the Ice Guard plans to rule the continent with the bloodline of ice, until one day, the word 'freedom', like a raging fire, suddenly ignited in the heart of one of the three major leaders, Avarosa!

Freljord's ancestor, Avarosa, has proclaimed herself Her Majesty the Empress after some careful planning, and she is determined to awaken this storm of enslavement, and she wants the light of freedom to shine on Freljord!

That battle lasted for centuries, surpassing any great war on Valoran in thousands of years.

Countless powerful races were wiped out in the ice, and the corpses of countless ancestors were piled up in the barren valley of the ice field, and it was a well-deserved epic battle, a terrifying battle that destroyed half of Freljord.

Eventually, the free-crying Freljords overcame the supposedly invincible Icefield Watchers, and at that flyover, the Freljords tossed all the Icefield Watchers into the Wailing Abyss with the hope of death.

In an unfathomable crack between heaven and earth.

After that, the war was still not extinguished, and Lisandro's stubborn resistance caused a lot of twists and turns for the Freljords, until the war lasted for more than ten years, and one of the three legends, Lisandro, seemed to have evaporated from the world, some said that she died for her evil to consume her heart, and others said that she died in the rebellion of her subordinates.

The mighty races that survived the War of the Ages were tired of the war and hid in the deserted ice fields, while the tribes continued to fight one after another, and experienced one or two rune wars, until five years ago, Ash, one of the legendary three sisters, ruled Freljord!

She was revered by all the people of Freljord as Queen Ash, a strange woman of extraordinary beauty, but brave and wise, who used extraordinary means to subdue the king of the barbarians, Tedamir, and the powerful barbarian tribe united with Ash, and since then, Freljord, no one can shake the queen's dominance.

It is worth noting that there is a tribe in His Majesty's realm called the Ice Guard.

On the eve of His Majesty Ash's unification of Freljord, the Ice Guard Tribe was like a spring breeze for Freljord, they were powerful and mysterious and cold, in the life-and-death battle between His Majesty Ash and Princess Warny, they surged out and pressed the rear of Princess Warney with an unstoppable force, which was the most important help that led Princess Warney to disarm and surrender.

When Ash stepped on the throne of Freljord, there was no doubt that this mysterious and powerful tribe was bestowed with supreme honor, and a large area of land to the west was placed under their feet, and the Ice Guardian tribe rejected His Majesty's gift with a very resolute attitude, because they were the proud descendants of Avarosa, and they existed only to exterminate one of the three legendary witches of the year, Lisandro!

Now, the Ice Guardian Tribe has earned the trust of the entire Freljord, including countless scattered alien races, who hide quietly in the northeastern corner, near the foot of the Iron Ridge Mountains, following the truth they should follow.

An unusually cold and serious palace stood quietly at the foot of the Iron Ridge Mountains, it seemed to have existed for centuries, the cold blizzard tore the ice palace into a thousand holes, it looked crumbling, there was an inexplicable horror of magic coming from around the palace, such evil and cold death fluctuations could easily deprive those who dared to approach the palace of life.

The majestic gate of the palace can see the shadow of the prosperity of the past, through the aisle paved with blue crystal, the farthest part of the palace, and the coldest and darkest depth, a blue shadow is swaying on the cold and bone-chilling wall.

This shadow is extraordinary, just looking at it, you will feel the 'evil' gushing out of your bones, it seems to be magically inflicted on it is extremely terrifying, the shadow becomes more and more distorted every time the dead hand on the throne emits blue ice light, this throne is made of polar ice, it will never melt, just like the master of the throne, that gesture exudes eternal evil and coldness.

The owner of the throne is completely obscured by the ice and darkness, except for the pair of slender hands that scatter a glimmer of light, through the faintly visible light, you can see that the owner of the throne is wearing a strange black robe, the robe reveals the vicissitudes of history, it looks soft and extremely hard, and the trajectory of the ancient magic runes derives a mysterious gray streamline on the black robe, followed by a more penetrating eerie feeling.

"Da, da."

This is regarded as a mysterious palace that is taboo in ancient times, for some reason, there are footsteps in the distance, the pace in the distance is very rhythmic, stepping on the blue crystal, but like stepping on the fragile ice and snow, every time you take a step, it is like the thick snow is stuck in it, and after a while, the crystal crystal aisle becomes full of holes.

When the distorted shadow behind the throne gradually became hideous, a dark red tall figure was exposed to her eyes, and the smell of wanton and domineering blood erupted from every pore of the man, and he stood in front of the lord of the throne, but the magic fluctuations of the entire palace began to be disordered!

Staring at the pitch-black double horns on the man's head, which were harder than diamonds, the lord of the throne spread out his hands indifferently and calmly, and these beautiful and agile hands were spread out on his knees by it, and the black robe containing terrifying energy suddenly outlined her delicate knees.

"You shouldn't be here."

The voice of the lord of the throne was gloomy, and the gloom exuded the softness of dead silence, but every rhythm, every syllable, surging with supreme evil and magic!

At the moment when the voice fell, the simple six words made the ice palace begin to shake, large pieces of broken ice fell, and the terrifying cold gathered between the knees, almost brewing into a blizzard, the world was turned upside down by frost, and the realm began to tremble!

"I'm here, naturally, for something."

The man's words were even more gloomy than his own, and when he finished saying this, his blood-red eyes blinked, and in that instant, two jet-black wings rose up, the frost broke, and the terrifying dark energy carried the viscous blood, and a strange long sword that seemed to have life was thrust into the earth by him!

The lord of the throne let out a soft cry.

So, the palace stopped shaking, the ice field stopped trembling, and the man's cold purple face grinned strangely.

The blood vessels naturally agitated on the dark red skin, and the man pulled out the blood-colored long sword, before they fought, he sealed the power of the Lord of the throne, but the blood sword that resonated with his own life was also covered with bone-chilling ice ballast, and a trace of strange black blood seeped out from the sword, and the ice ballast was then swallowed by the blood, and Zhuer was pulled and sucked into the long sword.

"At this time in the past, you were still racking your brains about how to provoke wars in various countries, and I heard that a few days ago, you also ordered Feller Kevin to capture the owner of the seventh forbidden spell?"

Hearing the Lord of the Throne's words, the man who looked like a demon let out a cold and strange voice: "I wanted to suck his blood, but something went wrong, I thought you were dormant in Freljord, and you wouldn't ask about Valoran." ”

"The Guardians will soon break through the prison, and in order to rule Valoran, I naturally have to control the whole situation, including you."

Still a cold response: "You must have noticed that the soul of that fool of Feller Kevin has been corrupted by me, and my other four brothers are infiltrating the world, but only ... The indestructible Freljord. ”

The distorted shadow of the ice wall suddenly compressed and became elongated, and as he stepped lightly towards the edge of the throne, a cold snort full of disdain echoed in the palace: "Freljord, the blood of these untouchables will stain the glacier red, and I will repay the torture of Lord Iceguard in the weeping abyss ten times more on these treacherous untouchables!" ”

The voice of the lord of the royal family became more and more sharp, and in the sharpness was a roar and anger that could not be concealed.

The dark light of the dead silence flickered in the man's bloody eyes, and he plunged his sword into the ground again, using the magic of blood to appease the wrath of the Lord of the Throne enough to annihilate the realm, and the corners of his mouth pulled into a faint sneer.

"Your life resonates with history, and you should understand that only the fire of war can ignite the blood of my dark descendants, and only the killing and resentful spirits can make my soul climb to the top."

"Form an alliance and let the order of the Valoran continent collapse!"

The shadows of evil and darkness gradually distorted together, and the crazy laughter caused the Polar Ice Throne to shatter!

"Make an alliance, Lord Iceguard, they'll like you."