The order to retreat reached the Highland tribes, and the first thing that came to Chief Buck's mind was to issue a retreat order to let everyone retreat, but when retreating, someone was destined to stay behind, and compared with those freedom fighters who temporarily joined the Highland tribes, of course, their own people were more important.

As a result, the freedom fighters of the highland tribes never received the order to retreat, and the comrades around them fought less and less, if it weren't for the fact that the Ice Warriors were too powerful, tearing the attacking bloodlines back and forth, the bloodlines would have already leveled the Great Wall of Ice.

The gargoyle retreated to the battlefield where the Ice Warrior was, followed by Ash and Sejuani, who had followed the Ice Warrior as they fought their way out of the ice wall, until the two girls saw a rugged young man from the Highlands crawling down the Great Wall of Ice and running towards them.

Under the wary gaze of Ash and Sejuani, the boy stood a meter away, his voice lowered anxiously.

"Let's go! The Great Chief Buck has already given the order to retreat, and if he continues to stay here, he will not be able to leave! ”

The two girls looked at each other and frowned at the same time, there were not many people in sight on the ice wall.

"It's the order of the Great Witch, you must trust me......"

"You're from the Highlands?"

In the face of Ash's questioning, the boy nodded, even more anxious.

"Yes, my name is Tydamir......"

"Why didn't we and them receive orders to retreat, but you evacuated most of them?"

Ash pointed to the freedom fighters who were fighting closely behind the Ice Warriors, his eyes cold.

"You want us to help you barbarians in the mountains, don't you?"

Sejuani was even more direct, and without waiting for Tydamir to speak, she punched Tydamir in the face and knocked Tydamir down,

Such reckless and hostile behavior caused Du Bois, who was secretly observing not far away, to frown dissatisfiedly, and regretted that he had allowed his son to tell Alvarossa and the two nobledaughters of Winterclaw about his retreat.

The current situation is that instead of pleasing his son, he has caused hostility and brought disaster to the highland tribes.

If Ash and Sejuani died here because they ran away, no one would complain, but if Ash and Sejuani escaped because the Highlands did not inform the news of the retreat in time, the Highlands would definitely be inseparable.

After this battle, I don't know how many Freljord tribes who had suffered heavy losses were absorbed by Avarosa and Winterclaw, and when the time came, they were targeted by two large tribes at the same time, and the fate of the Highland tribes was definitely not much better.

If only Ash and Sejuani had died here......

With an apologetic smile, Du Bois trotted over and pulled up his son.

"Two, Tydamir is also kind, since the two of you don't appreciate it, when we haven't been here, it's ...... Tedamir, let's go. ”

"Father's ......"

"Let's go! Can't see that people look down on you at all? Isn't that shameful enough? ”

The depressed Tedamir could not disobey his father's orders and left in disgrace.

"What do you want to do?"

Sejuani exhaled lightly, and Ash said in a deep voice.

"Do what we're supposed to do."

The two girls split up, loudly relaying the message of retreat in both directions.

"The Great Witch's Order! All of them! Retreat to the Sanctuary of Lakstak! ”

"The people of the Highland tribes hid the news of the retreat for themselves! Run! ”

The narrative is extremely cumbersome, in fact, it only took ten minutes from the time Loxani issued the retreat order to the time when Ash and the two made the news of the retreat public.

The petrified and petrified Ice Warriors slaughtered the Blood Plague Legion soldiers at the forefront, and the gargoyles did not care to pursue the fleeing enemies, stripping away the outer layers of stone plate armor and fighting the Ice Warriors in a scarlet fury stance, with only a few enemies rushing to the lines of the Great Wall of Ice, and Ash and Sejuani and the other tribal warriors combined to deal with it.

But as soon as Ash and Sejuani gave the order to retreat, the situation was different.

Hearing the voices of Ash and Sejuani, many of the freedom fighters who were still kept in the dark by the highland tribes showed grateful expressions, and fled in the direction of the Great Wall of Ice without looking back.

When most of the people heard the order to retreat, Sejuani ran to join Ash.

"Ash, it's time for us to go, too."

Ash nodded, and ran with Sejuani in the direction of the Great Wall of Ice.

Seeing that he was about to arrive at the Great Wall of Ice, a strong cold aura suddenly erupted, and the ice layer below the outer layer of the Great Wall of Ice seemed to have life and began to grow wildly in the form of icicles, growing to a height of more than ten meters in a few breaths, directly blocking the route across the Great Wall of Ice.

The Freljord barbarian warriors, who had not had time to cross the Great Wall of Ice, were stunned for a moment, and then began to curse, looking at a loss.

"It's the Great Witch buying time for the evacuated tribes, and this level of icicle can't even be crossed by those bloodthirsty monsters."

Ash stabbed his sword at an icicle thicker than an ancient tree, and the tip of the sword only carved a white mark into the ice.

Ash's words were recognizable.

In front of the Great Witch's icicle wall, the people on the north side of the Great Wall of Ice had no hope of escaping, and there was only one way to die.

"Ash, do you regret it?"

The solemnity on her face dissipated, and Sejuani laughed instead, leaning against the base of the icicle wall, looking at the sun hanging in the sky.

After a brutal battle, you can still look up and see the blue sky and white clouds, which is the so-called beauty of war.

"Anyway, I don't regret it, I dreamed of being able to participate in this great war, the only one I'm sorry for is my mother, but according to her character, if I die in battle, she will definitely be able to have a strong daughter with the war fathers soon, and she will forget me in a blink of an eye."

Speaking of this, a trace of regret appeared on Sejuani's face.

"Speaking of which, I will be able to hold a coming-of-age ceremony in two years, and every day it is annoying enough to listen to my mother chatter about how brave Udir's war father is at night, and when I peek, she always beats me out, saying that when I grow up, I will find a good man by myself, and I am not allowed to rob her,

Damn, I get angry when I think about it, that stinky woman is really stingy! She doesn't want to think about it either, I don't see with my own eyes how fierce the war father of Udil is, how do I know if a man is good? Isn't this overt bullying? ”

Ash blushing: ......

"Alas, I originally thought that when I grew up, I would find a man as powerful as Father Udil's, but it seems that there is no chance...... Ash? What happened to you? ”

Ash waved his hand in a bit of a panic, his face tensed, so as not to make the good sisters laugh.

"I, I don't regret it, I did what the daughter of the Avarosa War Mother should do, and my mother will only be proud of me when she hears about my death,

Sejuani, I believe that after this war, the Freljords will be able to truly unite regardless of their prejudices, which is what I was going to do for the rest of my life.

The only regret is that I couldn't see the day when everyone gathered to dance and sing under the campfire. ”

"It will happen."

"Huh?"

"I said, 'The day you say, it will come! There will be more strong people rising in Freljord, and there will be more leaders leading the people of Freljord to stand up! ”

The enemy was already a kilometer away, and Sejuani got back to her feet, picked up the Bloodborne shield that was still intact on the ground, and built a spear in her hand.

Ash also regained his grip on his sword and followed behind Sejuani, only to see Sejuani suddenly turn her head and smile.

"One last wish, you must grant me."

"What wish?"

"Don't die before me."

With that, Sejuani directly launched a charge.

Looking at Sejuani's handsome back, Ash pursed her lips and smiled, clenching her sword and following closely behind.

"I promise you that I will die after you."

Two young girls charged one after the other against the blood-colored tide, apparently infected by Ash and Sejuani, followed by the other outcasts who hovered beneath the high walls of icicles.

"Buzz !!"

In the center where the two armies were about to touch, the sky suddenly darkened, and a terrible magic whirlwind suddenly struck, blowing people around, and then a complex and mysterious, rapidly rotating circular magic rune array appeared,

Stopping at the same time as the warriors of the Blood Plague Legion, Ash and Sejuani looked at the magical storm a hundred meters away.

Under the roar of the dazzling blue magic thunder of the rune array, two figures, one tall and one short, walked out.

The dwarf was a purple-skinned bald head with a large scroll on his back, and his exposed skin was covered with dense eerie runes, and the flickering runes on his skin seemed to have the same rhythm as the raging magical storm.

The tall man was a handsome man in dark red heavy armor, with armor from his heels to his neck, except for his head, which was not wearing a battle helmet, and his messy black hair swayed in the wind, like a rain curtain on a spring night.

A pair of cold eyes purer than the night sky and farther than the abyss swept over the people of Freljord, and after a pause on the stunned Ash and Sejuani, they turned around and lifted the dark red pure metal imperial lance that hung low on the ground, more than four meters long, and faced the thousands of troops and horses less than a hundred meters apart.

It was none other than Lester, who had teleported many times to support Freljord with the help of Ryze.

Lian Lance Feng with a magic steel spear, the total length of the Emperor Lance is 456 centimeters long, weighing 3,520 catties, there is no need for any enchantment, the power of the red rune attached to the magic steel is enough to make the Emperor Lance a peerless murder weapon no less than the blade of the gods.

In fact, the predecessor of the Imperial Lance was the cold iron spear that was damaged during the battle with Aatrox, and Lester had used many divine weapons in his life, and he could be said to be proficient in all eighteen weapons, but he never forgot the cold iron spear that accompanied him in and out of Freljodd and crisscrossed the Shurima continent for more than 200 years.

Perhaps because the Coldiron Lance was his lonely companion when he was in exile, or because Soraka and Grace had not left his side when he carried the Coldiron Lance, the Coldiron Lance was of extraordinary significance to Lester, who had ordered the Coldiron Lance to be dug up from the eastern rainforest of Shurima more than four hundred years ago.

The iron part has disappeared under the erosion of time, and only the cold iron that has not been damaged for 10,000 years still retains the cold and evil spirit of the master.

In order to reforge the imperial artifact of the Holy Emperor of the Noxian Empire, the Noxian Empire gathered hundreds of weapon forging masters for joint discussions, and it took several months just to test the limit of Lester's own physical fitness.

In a test that was even more outrageous than the last, a group of weapon forging masters finally determined that the emperor's power was as high as 10,000 catties, no different from a god, and it was simply unpredictable.

Because of this, the Imperial Lance was designed according to Lester's height limit from the beginning, and the weight was not considered, anyway, the heavier for Lester, the better.

After the length of the shape and style was determined, it was a long forging and refining process, and after several twists and turns, the cold iron and the oybalite were finally fused together to form a unique metal alloy in the world, and it took a hundred years to forge the alloy into a peerless weapon by various means.

Five hundred and seventy-four years had passed since the burial of the Cold Iron Lance, and Lester could vaguely remember how crazy he was the night he got the Cold Iron Lance from Carlisle, the Avarosa War Mother.

In order to repay the kindness of the Alvarosa tribe, he repelled the attack of the Claws of Winter, and Mabel, the mother of the Claws of Winter, did not hesitate to put down her dignity and plead with her to become a unique blood alliance.

It's just that at that time, he had just escaped from Zoe's confinement, and he only wanted to take Soraka out of Freeljord, and refused Mabel's request, and his favoritism made the Avarosa tribe and the Winterclaw tribe fight for hundreds of years, and it was not until more than three hundred years ago that Avarosa and Winterclaw forgot that the grievances between the two tribes originated from a man and reconciled.

As if it was fate, this time I came to support, and I happened to see Ash and Sejuani, who were like sisters.

Looking down at the flickering Qianjue mark on the back of his hand, Lester smiled faintly.

"Mage Ruiz, I know you don't like killing, how about leaving the people behind me to you to protect?"

Ruiz looked at the Blood Plague Legionnaire with a shocked expression, and then looked at the Blood Palace, his brow furrowed.

He had never seen such an evil and strange power, like the power of the fallen Darkspawn, but it seemed to be more complicated than the Darkspawn's method when he carefully distinguished.

"Your Majesty Lester, will you use the power of runes?"

"Isn't it the point if I'm going to lose control?"

Lester strode forward and stared at the figure above the blood-colored palace in the distance, the dark red lance of the Imperial Lance sticking to the frozen frozen soil, plowing a deep mark, and observing Lester's first True Ancestor and Bron's eyelids jumping in the dark.

"The Holy Emperor of the Noxian Empire is here! The rebel king of the Empire, Brond Darkwell, why not come out and die! ”

Lester's indifferent voice was not big or small, but the words were clearly transmitted throughout the battlefield, especially the second half of the sentence, which was full of murderous rebukes, like a heavy drum, which made people's hearts pound and their breath stagnant.

Finally confirmed the identity of the person who came, the soldiers of the Blood Plague Legion looked shocked, their morale plummeted, and for a moment they couldn't believe that their lord's most feared enemy appeared in front of their eyes.

In particular, the emperor of the empire who is like a god and the monarch who is huddled in the palace and plays with women is even bigger than the gap between the sun and the mud.

Above the Scarlet Palace, Blanc suppressed the fear in his heart in shame and stood up in a rage.

"Kill him for me! Do whatever it takes! ”

The first generation of True Ancestors who received the order immediately led the Blood Plague Legion to kill Lester, and in the face of the overwhelming number of Blood Warriors, Lester slammed in front of him and said contemptuously.

"Brown, if you have half the backbone of the Darkwell family, you will not become a shrunken turtle enslaved by the slaves of the Dark Spawn like this, and you will not have the responsibility of being half a king, you are also worthy of being a king, and you are also worthy of claiming to be great!

Today, I'm going to learn how many stinky farts you, the turtle king, have shrunk your head for so many years! (End of chapter)