Grace left anyway.

Lyster tried to stop it, but the old woman forced her to die, and the man had to choose to let go.

He could only watch the old woman disappear into the darkness with determination, and he knew that this was the last time he and Grace would see each other, a true farewell.

Two people, one to the south and one to the north, one to return to the Frostguard Fortress and the other to Demacia, never intersected again, like parallel lines that did not intersect.

There are only two meetings in life, and the beauty of the two meetings only brings unforgettable pain, and the broken man swallows everything in embarrassment.

After confirming that the boatman was only dizzy, Soraka came to the bow of the boat, and the woman witnessed everything, wiped the moist corners of her eyes, fell to her knees, folded her hands reverently, and bowed her head in prayer to the stars.

There were also human face gold coins collected by Grace scattered on the ground, and Lyist lay on the ground, picking them up one by one, and when he couldn't hold them, he spilled them on the ground again, and the man's eyes couldn't see the faces on the gold coins, and he couldn't tell whether they were tears or something else, and the man with a handful of snot and tears crawled around the shore like a blind man, crawling around, seeing nothing, not grasping anything, and doing useless movements at a loss, over and over again.

Margaret, Meredith, Kiss, Tali, Sunset, Phantom Snow, Vernice......

The smiles of the girls came to mind, and in the blink of an eye they turned black and white again, and in the past they were bitter because they had not said goodbye, but now they were sad because of the farewell, and the cruel fate made the man lie on the shore, and the gold coins in his hands were scattered everywhere, and the man buried his face in the cold stones.

No matter how hard you try to pick it up, you can't go back to the way it was.

In failure after failure, the suffocating man, trying to accept this.

……

"Lord Grace, Lord Grace, spare me, spare me, I can give you my ......"

On the cliffs by the coast.

Without giving Scar a chance to beg for mercy, Grace released the woman's frozen throat and threw it next to the fisherman's corpse, the corpses of the other five Winterclaw warriors had already been thrown into the sea by her, and Scar Girl and Old Hodge were the next group of people to sleep in the sea, and the sea would take away all sorrows and secrets.

After that, no one could know which ship Lyster had left on, and the man would arrive safely wherever he wanted to go.

It was the last thing she did for her love.

With two 'poofs', Mabel's cronies and Avarosa's eyeliner sank into the icy sea, and the lonely old woman stood on the edge of the sea cliff, took off her hood, and pulled out the gold coin of the jade-collared figure from the scarred woman's body from her pocket.

The night breeze on the sea cliffs is a bit bleak, with the characteristic cold of Freljord, and the rare dampness of Freljord's interior.

The face of the lord on the gold coin was soft in the moonlight, as warm as a man's embrace, but it became cold after the moonlight disappeared.

Putting the cold gold coin on her cold lips, the old woman closed her eyes and tears flowed silently.

The gold coin fell from her fingers, and with the residual warmth of the old woman, she fell into the depths of the ice sea, burying the last feelings and love.

When Mingyue poked her head out again, the sea cliff was empty.

The next morning, the boatman woke up from the cabin in a daze, and the middle-aged man was a little surprised and relieved to find that he had slept in the cabin, not at the bottom of the boat.

Outside the cabin, the boatman saw two taciturn men, the once amiable man and the strange woman now mute, just sitting on the bench at the bow of the boat, the man looking into the distance, and the violet-skinned woman staring at the man worriedly.

"Alas, bad fate."

He thought that the quiet ship would make him a little happier, but the boatman soon realized that he had made a big mistake and lost his true joy and smile, and instead of being happy, he felt sad.

The once-joyous boat became quiet and disappeared above the sea.

……

In the year 257 A.D., in the Noxian calendar, a rickety boat stopped at the port of Glaser before winter began.

As the closest ice-free port to the west of the Valoran continent, the port of Grazé is one of the most important maritime transshipment ports in Freljord and Demacia.

Thanks to the unique geographical advantages, the barbarians of the Lockfa region and the Freljords from the north partnered to open many taverns and casinos with special services in the port of Grazger, and secretly did some not very clean human trading business and underground death arenas, and there were even many prosperous free trade areas in the port of Grazor, and the main currencies in circulation were the ancient Shurima coin, the Demacian coin and the Emerald collar coin.

When the ship docked on the dock, many barbarian warriors who were unwilling to be lonely and barbarians from the Lockfa region stared at the visitors who came down from the boat, and bet with vulgar jokes whether the passengers were carrying handles, whether they could stuff two strings of sugar gourds back and forth, and when two people walked down from the ridiculous boat, the happy air froze for a few minutes.

The barbarian restrained a little blatantly on the heavy iron spear and extraordinary staff, and after his eyes swept over the frost guard clan emblem shown to the dock guards by the man, even the two fools on the dock who only knew how to buckle their feet and eat put away their careful thoughts.

A warrior and a mage are not easy to deal with, and to fight against a warrior and mage from the Frost Guard is to kill yourself.

Although it was in the far south, the barbarians and barbarians of Lockfa always understood who the real overlord of Freljord was.

They didn't want to lose their happy days of freedom, and the Empress of the North was not unable to control the lands west of Broken Crest Peak, just too lazy to do so.

You don't need to spend a lot of effort to manage and receive protection money, this is the style of the empress, but this doesn't mean that you can beat your own people where you collect protection money, that's pure and short-sighted.

"Looks like the Frost Guard is still a deterrent here."

Sensing a lot less malice and prying eyes, Lyist whispered to Soraka, who was wearing a cloak to cover her body.

"I'm still a little tired after drifting at sea for so long, how about a little rest?"

"I'm a little tired."

Soraka nodded, beside men, human malice towards themselves always comes and goes quickly.

"Find a tavern and ask for news, it's not too far from Demacia, maybe I can hear some useful news from the rumors."

The two who made the decision quickly left the dock and disappeared into the busy crowd.