"Obviously we didn't come at the right time."

Surrounded by a dozen tribal warriors and three dogs, Lyist had to draw his sword as a gesture of friendship.

"Hey! Who are you! What to do in Avarossa? Where are you going? It's better not to play tricks, or you won't regret it! ”

The female warrior at the head holds a two-handed wooden pole and a large axe, has an inch head, and her right eye is covered with a sea urchin-like tattoo like a ghost drawing.

"Friends of Avarossa, we are travelers from Demacia, and now we want to go back to Demacia, and we will not stay here for long, and we have no ill will towards Avarossa."

Soraka took the initiative to negotiate, and Lyster stared coldly at the tribal warriors around him, the cold and hard murderous aura made the tribal warriors dare not underestimate the man in front of them, and the process of confronting the man reminded them of the deadly frost wolf in the snowy night, but the threat they brought to themselves was the same as those bear people who like to worship the god of thunder.

The female warrior looked at the other tribal warriors and threatened.

"How can I tell you the truth? Listen, you're not welcome here! If you don't want to die, you'd better get out of Weisker! ”

"The best way to get to Demacia is by boat, and we're here to get south by boat......"

Soraka held her staff and tried to explain, but the female warrior waved her hand impatiently, her eyes glancing at the handsome Lyster.

"What does it have to do with us that you're going to Demacia! What's more, now that the Sea of Ice has long been blocked by the wolf ship of the Children of Ice, you can't go anywhere! If you are caught by the Children of Ice, you will only be reduced to slavery, or you may be taken by a certain War Mother......"

Holding the somewhat overwhelmed Soraka, Lyist took the initiative to put away Demacia's sword.

"We're not enemies, we can even be friends, you're about to go to war with Winterclaw, aren't you? I will join you in your campaign to defeat Winterclaw, and in exchange I will need to provide a ship to take us to Demacia once Winterclaw retreats. ”

"Just you? Man, how much value do you think you can have? Dare to say such big things? Haha, ah, ha. ”

The female warrior squinted at Lyist and laughed, and the surrounding tribal warriors also wanted to coax, but they couldn't help but recall the cold eyes of the man just now, and grinned ugly, and couldn't laugh at all, which made a female warrior who was smiling awkwardly a little embarrassed.

Lyist smiled slightly, unsheathed his sword and handed it to Soraka.

"I know that Freljord has always spoken with strength, so I will prove my strength in the simplest way, in the case of a one-on-one battle with bare hands, if any of you can defeat me, I will give the Demacian sword to the tribal warrior, and withdraw from the territory of Avarossa, but if none of you can defeat me, then take me to your War Mother and let us complete the deal, how about it?" No matter what, you Avarosa will not suffer. ”

Nodding with interest, the warrior slammed her axe to the ground and scratched her nose with her thumb.

"Interesting, who will teach this kid who doesn't know the height of the sky a lesson?"

Ten minutes later, a group of people were lying on the ground, and the female warrior with a blue nose and swollen face got up from the ground, and the original sea urchin tattoo right eye and the purple-blue panda's left eye complemented each other perfectly, and it was extremely harmonious.

"Ahem, boy, you have good strength, you are indeed qualified to meet the Karlael War Mother, what is your name?"

Shaking his right hand, which was a little numb, Lyist had to admit that the faces of these tribal warriors were quite hard-skinned.

"Lyist, you'll remember the name soon."

……

Noxian calendar, 256 A.D., December 15,

On the west coast of the Frosty Sea of Freljord, on the ice fields south of Wesker, a fierce battle is underway,

Thousands of Freljords wielded their weapons for their own tribes and war mothers, and the blood stained the pure white snow and penetrated deep into the land, perpetuating the blood feud for thousands of years.

In the rear, the Icesborn mages were hiding behind the battle formation, casting terrifying spells that exploded in dense places, causing great damage and deterrence to the living forces of both sides.

Carlisle was riding on the back of a pure-blooded Northland warhorse, the hammer made of ice was attached to the right side of the horse's belly, and the woman's face was cold, because she saw her nemesis, the Mabel, riding her Guwasque boar to make a defiant gesture of slitting her throat at herself, and she saw the Beamon Behemoth slowly advancing towards the battlefield.

After seeing the Beamon Behemoth, Avarosa's Iceborn Mage began to prioritize attacking the war beasts with huge size, claws and giant palms, but the Iceborn Mage of Winter's Claws was not idle, and protected the Beamon Behemoth with all kinds of ice shields, and the gorgeous ice magic exploded on the shield, unable to hurt the Behemoth in the slightest, but made the blindfolded Behemoth begin to be restless, following the master's flute and constantly approaching the main battlefield.

The Beast Rider of Winter's Claws rode on the back of the Behemoth, the Beast Rider was wrapped in only a thin strip of cloth, and was covered with wreaths and horns like witchcraft, and its colorful body was particularly dazzling in the crowd, but the surrounding Ice Sons were in reverence.

"Woooooooooooo

！ ”

Putting down the bone flute, the beast rider ripped off the strip of cloth that blocked the beast's vision, and stood high on the beast's back, and the beast rider blew the horn of war.

In an instant, the Beamon Behemoth Beast, who had gained vision, directly turned red eyes, and rushed into the battle formation like a heavy tank, easily tearing apart Avarosa's spear array, and the giant claws tore the body of the tribal warrior to pieces, and Avarosa's morale plummeted.

And there are three such war behemoths.

"Peng!"

When the Beamon Behemoth was raging, two gorgeous blue streamers flew from Avarosa's rear military formation to the front behemoth, and the magic cannonball suddenly broke through the belated magic shield and hit the behemoth's body, and the magic ice crystal exploded at the impact point of the behemoth's body, piercing the thick skin of the behemoth, like hanging an ice sea urchin, which made the Behemoth's attack stagnant.

"Kill them all!

！ ”

Accurately hit by the ice dragon cannon, knowing that his fate would be imminent, the beast rider with a stiff body broke the clay pot that had been prepared, and the specially prepared blood flowed from the head of the Beamon giant beast into the mouth of the Beamon giant beast, and the man made a more fanatical sound, stabbing the dagger that had been prepared into his chest.

"Baby! Smell my blood? Smell it!? Kill! Destroy! Trample on everything you see!

！ ”

The Beast Rider took his last breath and crawled on the back of the beast, completely losing his mind, and the Beamon beast smashed into Avarossa's army with another round of ice dragon cannonballs, inflicting heavy casualties on the Avarossa.

"Roar, roar, roar!

！

”

The clamor of the beast made Carlisle stagnant, she had no idea that Winterclaw, who had always regarded the Behemoth and the Beast Rider as treasures, would use such a desperate method.

"Tell Lyster that it's time for him to show his worth."