"Alvarossa!

！ ”

Above the ice field, Ash's shouting voice was hoarse.

There weren't many Avarosa warriors left around her, and the rest of the tribe had only a few elite Iceborns left, and several of them had already been killed.

And even those who survived had purple lines attached to their bodies, and only their eyes were as resolute as before.

But everyone knows that they can have problems at any time.

Next to him, Tedamir wiped the broadknife and sat on the ground, gasping for air.

They fought for only a few days, but the never-ending battle was a never-ending battle that would make anyone feel tired.

If it weren't for the fact that the Ethereals didn't have follow-up supplements, and the number of them was getting smaller and smaller, Ash really didn't think he could hold it.

Swish!

！

Ash's bloody fingers tugged at the bowstring again, and the last arrow of ice fired, piercing the last ethereal head on the ice field, nailing it to the ice field.

She looked up, and there was sadness in her eyes.

Everything in front of you is no longer the ice field that it once was.

Purple blood and severed legs covered the ground, strewn some of the bright red blood that belonged to the warriors of Avarossa.

In this battle, no living creature can leave a complete body.

Ethereals devour the corpses of their own kind, stepping on the blood of their kind.

And even if they die until the moment of death, they would rather activate the self-detonation program sent by Noxus than die in the mouth of the void spirit.

Thankfully, they won the last battle.

Winter! Winter! Winter!

In the distance, the sound of troubled footsteps sounded.

Avarosa's warriors, though unusually tired, took up their weapons and looked warily in the direction from which the voice came.

"It's the sound of human action, and the voice of the ethereal spirit is not so noisy and muffled." Ash judged.

"It's not going to be a good person to come to us at this time." Tedamir grinned.

They didn't have to wait long, and in the far reaches of their field of vision, a group of incomparably tall humanoid creatures appeared, holding all kinds of huge weapons, and they rushed towards this direction.

Looking at the blue-skinned monster with a giant purple stick in front of the team, Ash's eyes shrank:

"Trolls!"

Trolls are humanoid creatures in Runeterra, with much more size and strength than humans, but with slightly less intelligence.

"The leader should be the king of trolls who has been rumored recently, and I wanted to touch him a long time ago." There was a provocation in Taydamir's words.

"Come on, in your current state, he can screw your head off."

Ash's eyes kept falling on the other party, his whole body tensed, and he was vigilant.

"Avarosa?"

The troll team stopped in front of Ash, looking at Ash's embarrassed appearance, and the troll king Trandel had contempt in his eyes.

"The Troll King, Trandel?"

Ash reported the other party's name, and kept clutching the Ice Bow in his hand, ready to attack at any time.

If the person who comes is not good, she will leave the other party even if she tries her best.

"Spare your life today, stick, I will not owe that woman after I repay the previous kindness this time."

Trandel just spoke, and began to stroke the huge rod in his hand that looked like ice.

Ash narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the ice rod in Trandel's hand.

If she remembers correctly, the name of the stick was the Bonecrusher Stick, and there was a legend in Freljord that Trandall had strayed into the Frostguard Fortress and eventually obtained it and returned as the Troll King.

That woman... Is it Lisandro...

Trandle didn't stop, and quickly sped away with the troll east.

Ash watched in silence as they departed, unaware of what he was thinking.

"You want to go too?" Tedamir's voice rang out beside him.

"I want to go, but I shouldn't." Ash shook his head.

She is the leader of Avarossa, and it is their duty to defend their homeland, but they should not let their family die.

"Listen to me and go back to Lakstark."

After the order was given, the Avarosa tribe, who had rested for a while, took a step forward and headed towards Lakstak in the rear.

In this war, they did what they had to do.

But at the same time, they are powerless to continue their march eastward.

On the way, Ash's eyes suddenly had a touch of sentimentality and relief.

With her spare time, she had time to go to the magic net to see Freljord's current situation.

The entire Freljord was almost caught in the flames of the Void.

Among them, there are many outstanding people who sacrificed their lives in this defense battle.

The Winterclaw War Mother Sejuani, her Olaf, and the Iceborn Legion all perished near Lakstark.

Because of the advance of the claws of winter, the elite of the tribe was drawn and killed into the tribe by the ethereal spirit, and the entire tribal alliance was devoured by the ethereal spirit.

The Demacian troops, who had been prepared for a long time, arrived and wiped out the remaining ethereal spirits.

Winter's Claw has been fighting with Avarosa openly and secretly, but it was Ash who made her mind a little complicated by the fact that it was directly destroyed.

Especially the sister and enemy of Sejuani, she really didn't expect that the other party would be the first to die in this cruel war.

However, after destroying the Ethereal Spirits, Demacia's army occupied the place where Winterclaw's was located, and Ash was not much surprised.

Demacia and Winterclaw's hatred has been around for a long time, and it's good that they didn't fall into the trap when the Ethereal Spirit attacked at that time.

"After the war, Freljord has to change even more..."

Ash knew in his heart that the appearance of the hidden demigods in their entirety, and the radicalization of Demacia and Noxus, would change the existing pattern of Freljord.

And as the weakest of all forces, she should also make a choice.

"Demacia... Noxus... I wonder how these inland human civilizations will interact with us who serve our ancestors in the future..."

"What are you talking about?"

Tedamir listened to Ash's whispering along the way, frowning in annoyance.

"It's nothing, when we get back to Lakstark, let's move." Ash shook his head.

"Is it going to be migrated again? Where are we going this time? Tedamir asked.

Since its establishment, the Avarosa tribe has also undergone numerous migrations.

Only each time, it was a walk inside Freljord.

This is the homeland, the place left to them by their ancestors, the homeland they will not turn their backs on.

"Head west to Frost Harbor, I've heard that the snow there is beautiful." Ash laughed.

"The snow is beautiful, but it's also barren." Tydamir drips.

Frost Harbor is one of the few ports in Freljord, and is considered the westernmost part of the area controlled by Alvarossa.

"What does it matter if it is barren, we will build it to be more beautiful." Ash said freely.

Retreating to the far west was her and Avarosa's choice.

They were powerless to fight Demacia and Noxus for Freljord, and they helped them keep the land left by their ancestors, and she didn't want to resist.

It's better to step back to the edge and start all over again.

With her knowledge of Demacia and Noxus, she was not so far as to be wiped out.

What the future holds depends on how well you communicate with that country.

As for this war ... Although he did not have a chance to participate in the final battle, Ash did not believe that Runeterrae would be defeated, and believed that the gods of Freljord and the army of Noxus would defeat the enemy.