While Seraphine was in the midst of his operations in the Underworld, Freeljord's Frostguard Fortress was experiencing a catastrophe.

Purple blood spilled from the ground, and the temperature of the entire Frostguard Fortress was much lower than before.

The Frostguard Fortress, which was originally full of vitality, had fallen into a dead silence at this moment.

All the guards vanished, and there was no sound except the howling of the cold wind.

Deep underneath the Frostguard Fortress.

Scratch, scratch...

The sound of breaking ice came and went.

Lisandro stood in the middle of the ground, feeling the cold gaze cast from her surroundings and unknown space, and her face was indifferent.

It's just that at this moment, the ice that envelops the entire ground is slowly melting, and the huge purple void creature in front of her that has been sleeping for many years is also slowly waking up from its slumber.

Lisandro's expression at the moment was a hint of unwillingness, more of a relief relief.

For eight thousand years, she chose to stay here, not allowing the Void Monitor in front of her to step into the Runeterra.

She succeeded, but also failed.

Even if she held out for eight thousand years, she would not be able to kill the Void Watcher, and even because more Void was staring here, she was completely powerless to suppress the other party, which was her defeat.

But she also persevered for eight thousand years, and although she didn't manage to defeat the other party, she waited for someone who could solve the void, which was her success.

"Avarossa, Serelda, I wish I had died at that time..."

"You may hate me, but even in the end, I didn't betray the agreement we had made with the three sisters."

"It's just a pity that I won't see the day the snow melts in Freljord anymore."

"Both of you have good descendants, only I am still alone, but I don't like to have descendants, it's good to be alone..."

Lisandro recalls the story of her two sisters in her mind, and her consciousness gradually becomes foggy.

She now has the option to escape, and with her peak demigod strength, the frozen Void Watchers can't stop her, and those who want to open the Void Passage in Freljord can't stop her.

But this is where Freljord, the three sisters struggled in the first place, and where she could flee.

Instead of being a coward, it is better to go to accompany your two paranoid sisters earlier.

The years were so nostalgic for her...

Card rub... Card rub...

As the ice melted underground, Lisandro's body was dissipated into debris along with the thousand-year-old ice.

Even until the end of her life, she did not choose to compromise with the Void, but burned all her life force, just to freeze the Void Monitor for a few more seconds.

Wow! Wow!

The sky in Freljord changed color, and the snow, which had been dormant for a few days, suddenly began to fall again.

Not only Freljord, but other regions also received the first snow of the year.

In the north of the Empire, where the Northern Front Army was stationed.

"Why is it snowing, didn't the magic net say that it was a good weather today?"

Delaiwen stood outside the tent, letting the snowflakes fall on his naked body, steaming all over his body.

Beside him, Deleus, who sat on the ground, said in a low voice:

"The death of a great man deserves to be remembered by all today."

"Huh?"

Hearing Delyus's words, Delaius also sensed that something was wrong.

Although he didn't know much, he got in the way of using some special instruments.

After a bit of tinkering, he also found a problem.

There are traces of magic in the snow today, and it is a man-made snowfall.

And through the magic net, he also knew that this snow covered almost the entire land of rune.

Even the one in the Floating Castle, he didn't think he had such a strong strength.

So it could only be that this was the will of the world in the Land of Runeterra, a farewell ceremony for the passing of an being.

"Who the hell is so handy... I don't know if there will be after the death of labor and management..."

De Lai Wen muttered, and there was a solemnity in his eyes.

"With your virtue, the empire will prepare a mediocre funeral for you." Dereus glanced at Delaius.

Let's try it soon, everyone. 】

Unlike Delaiwen, with the power of the void, he can feel what is happening today.

The ancient being who had guarded Freljord for 8,000 years chose to die on this day.

Instead of choosing to flee like a coward, she fought the Void to the last moment.

The power of the Void was conceived in the direction of the Frostguard Fortress, but Delyus could feel that the Void Passage was opening slowly.

It would take a while to get the Void Watcher through the mouth that had been frozen for 8,000 years.

This is all the credit of that ancient being, an indelible merit to the Land of Runeterra.

Delyus slowly stood up, twisted his neck, and carried the axe behind him.

"It's time to go!"

"That one is dead, what does it have to do with us?" Delaiwen scratched his head.

"The openings she vacated are naturally up to us, and Noxus never lives up to the expectations of others."

Step by step, Delyus walked in the direction of the Frostguard Fortress, and his face gradually took on a serious face:

"Inform the corps of the Northern Front, the whole army will attack, the target ..."

"Freljord!"

"Yes!"

When De Laiwen heard the order, he also withdrew the expression of the hippie smile, his face took on a serious face, and he issued one command after another through the magic net.

In less than 10 minutes, the entire corps of the Northern Front had been assembled.

Led by Noxus, rush towards Freljord.

Lakstak, the main city of the Freljord de Avarosa tribe.

Ash, a descendant of Avarosa, and her husband Tedamir signed an alliance here, and the Great Tribes of Avarosa were proclaimed here.

As the snowflakes fell, Ash, with silver-white hair, stood outside, his sapphire eyes looking north, in the direction of the Frost Fortress.

Her hands pressed against her chest, and somehow she suddenly felt a heaviness that she couldn't breathe.

It was as if something important had passed away, and a heavy feeling filled the body.

"What's the matter, did anyone mess with you? I'm going to hack him to death with a knife! ”

Out of the back room came a big man, he was Tedamir, who was once a vagabond, but proved himself in the gladiatorial arena of Avarossa.

There was no one in the whole of Alvarosa who was his opponent except for Ash.

"It's okay, let everyone in the tribe prepare, I have a hunch that disaster is coming." Ash said softly.

"Disaster... We have been experiencing disaster. ”

Tedamir complained, but he also faithfully carried out Ash's orders, passing on the orders of the realm to the entire tribe.

At the same time, the Claws of Winter, stationed south of Avarossa, issued a similar order.

The atmosphere in Freljord began to become unusual.

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