The woman who spoke opened the tent and walked in.

This is a woman who can be called a peerless beauty even on the West Coast, where the sun is long and prolific, but the first time you see her, what you pay attention to is definitely not her face that is captivating enough, nor her delicate body wrapped in leather clothes, but the big bow on her back, a big bow with a cold body and transparent material like a thousand years of ice.

This bow is not rough and hideous, it can even be called delicate and gorgeous, there is no murderous blood, and there is no naked violent beauty, but it can lock your eyes in an instant.

Galen has praised this bow more than once as the result of art, and for him, who was born into a high-ranking aristocratic family on the west coast of Demacia, he studied art from an early age, and murder was often not about rampage, but more about artistic expression. He himself has done the art of killing to the extreme, so he has always admired the woman in front of him who walks in step by step, and her eyes are always as calm as frost when she kills.

"Princess Ash, sit." Galen stared directly at the delicate face of the cold-hearted woman in front of him, the woman who had twice participated in the battle of the Summoner's Canyon and laid the foundation for Demacia's victory twice had long been famous, and if it weren't for this sudden rebellion, Galen would almost have changed her name to Queen Ash.

The face of the woman with the ice bow on her back was as delicate and cold as the one on her back, and she frowned and sat down on the first chair to the left of the lower bow, and said, "Your Excellency, I hope you will call me Ice Archer next time, that's what I like to call me." ”

Her voice is very special, cold but not weak, deep but not hoarse, like an iceberg floating in the corner of the sea, with endless undercurrents lurking.

"I'm sorry, I'll remember next time." Galen's words were quite polite, although his current military strength far exceeded the combat power of Avarosa's headquarters, but he knew the pride of the woman in front of him, she was a legend who once dared to step on half of the ice field with a single bow and make thirty tribes submit at the same time.

Galen did not want to lose this ally, on the one hand, because of Demacia's interests in the north, and on the other hand, because of his respect for this woman, and many years of life as a ranger had made certain concepts deeply ingrained in his bones, such as the idea that heroes cherish heroes.

So even though Galen was helping Ash in the best way possible, he was still respectful and humble.

"Tell me what you think, Miss Ash, you seem to be ...... What do you know? Galen quickly brought the conversation back to what had just happened, and the mysterious disappearance of a frontier sentry was definitely not something to be taken lightly.

Although judging from the intelligence, the army of the Snow Mountain Alliance is still carving up the land they have just obtained, their already weak foundation is not enough to digest the fruits of the war in a short period of time, even if they continue to advance desperately, then their large army will arrive in a few days at the earliest.

But the other party has the support of Zu'an's latest technology, and the ghost knows what the gang of neuropaths have invented. On my side, the request I sent to Piltover some time ago has not been responded to, which is extremely bad news.

"I do know a few rumors about this snowy region." Ash gave another, somewhat unconvincing answer.

"Rumors......" Galen's tone this time was not as cold and brief as he had been about the soldiers, and although Ash's answer was not quite in line with his usual taste, he knew that Ash was not a person who liked to joke, so he chose to listen.

"Rumors." Ash nodded affirmatively, and with her nod, the ice bow trembled slightly in the air, and light leaked in from the corner of the tent, shining on the bow, reflecting a chilling chill, "Although my tribe has been living in the middle of Freljord, there are still some small tribes living on the fringes, and the small tribes living in this area often have some problems. ”

"Some of the conditions...... For example, some people have disappeared mysteriously? Galen frowned, if this situation had happened before, it could be ruled out that it was the Snow Mountain Alliance that broke through.

"Yes, people often mysteriously disappear in this area, as early as ten years ago. They informed me of the situation, and I sent fifty of my elite men to check it out, but it was never returned. Later, because of the battle in the central area, I forgot about it, and when I remembered it later, they had all stopped living in this area, and the last report was that this area seemed to be the territory of some powerful creature, and after they tested it with many lives, they finally roughly demarcated the inaccessible area, and named this area the Pure Land of the Furthrod Rear as a sign of respect. Ash slowly explained what had happened, and finally concluded, "So, we should be targeted by it for walking in its territory with impunity...... Just ......"

"Just what?" Galen probably believed this fact, after all, compared to the mad dog-like offensive of the Snow Mountain Alliance, a strong individual was not too bad for him.

"In the past, that thing would leave a skull as a warning after killing someone, but this time it left nothing...... It's weird. Ash frowned, she backhanded her large ice bow and stroked it, her delicate fingers running across the bow's body, trying to let the cold breath penetrate her skin so that she could think better.

"Actually, don't think about it that much." Galen interrupted Ash's thoughts, "Tonight, let's go to that place, and from your description, the other party has a strong sense of territory, and when the time comes, everything will be clear." Her words exuded a strong self-confidence, even in the face of thousands of troops, he was fearless, let alone a monster with his head and tail hidden.

"I hope so." Ash was still stunned as she touched her bow, clearly still haunted by the question.

I always feel that something is wrong.

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When it snowed again in the night of Freljord, the gray carriage that had been galloping on the vast and dry land for a long time finally set foot on the snowy world.

As the first snowflakes slowly fell to the ground, one of Galen's feet stepped out of the camp gate.

At the same moment, two figures were speeding in the growing snow.

The night was getting dark.

The wind is getting louder, and it is destined to be a sleepless night.

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Stay in a good mood.