Navoli Province, eastern foothills of the Dragon's Back Mountains, on the Enchanted Coast.

With a melodious sunset whale chirping, the dock of Onkuvo lit up with fire, as if fleeing from an unknown danger, the fishermen living in Onkuwo put away their nets and rowed their oars towards the dock on the coast, even the most experienced fishermen would not choose to fish on the magic coast at night, after all, the nets can be cast many times, but there is only one life.

The magic that can be found everywhere in Ionia does not only mean a high degree of harmony between man and nature, in fact, most of the time the magical creatures of Ionia only mean danger, the magic coast during the day and the magic coast in the middle of the night are like two distinct worlds, when the whale makes a whale call, the gradually fierce magic tide in the offshore area is enough to bury any man-made thing that tries to challenge nature, the undercurrent will eventually send the body of the ignorant into the belly of the fish, the cold sea breeze will change the identity of the hunter and the prey, and the waves will bury everything, Let the Enchanted Coast continue to be harmless to humans and animals.

By the time the fishermen of Onkuvo had successfully returned to shore, the afterglow of the setting sun had completely disappeared, replaced by a cold blue moon and bright stars.

In the turbulent undercurrents of the offshore waters, the glowing rainbow fish are driven to the shore by the blue stinging jellyfish, and behind the stinging jellyfish are more dangerous predators, including treacherous sea creatures that can move on the shore, or the sea people with fish faces and human bodies, who can speak people, and the dead fishermen have no chance to spread the horrors they see, which is why the fishermen of Onkuwo know very little about the situation of the people of the sea, and have a lot of fear.

The only thing that is certain is that the light and heat of the fire on land is enough to disperse all the sea life and give the inhabitants of Onkuvo a good night's sleep.

When there was no one in the middle of nowhere, a dreamlike pink-purple mist suddenly rose on the surface of the sea, and the mist soon divided the bright night sky, and the cold moonlight suddenly hazy with a deadly and alluring light veil.

At this moment, a tall woman in a dark magic cloak approached the Enchanted Coast and found a reef wall that was not unlike any other, but somewhat remote.

The woman flipped her wrist, took out a purple conch, and played a melody against the rock wall, the rock wall gradually disappeared, and the masked man with his whole body hidden in a hood walked out slowly, staying in front of the woman,

The hooded man, who was a head taller than the woman, glanced at the woman, and his tone was full of malicious teasing.

"Xuemei, why did you come back alone? What about the others you took with you? You can't be killed, right? Have you done what your master told you to do? Looking at your declining face, I'm afraid you'll be able to achieve nothing again, right? ”

Frowning, Xuemei glanced at the man with some disgust, and didn't even have the patience to say a word, so she said lightly.

"Margiela, I don't seem to be obliged to report to you, and before I cut off your tongue, you'd better get out of the way, shut your foul mouth, and roll as far as you can."

"Hehe~ I hope you can continue to be so arrogant."

Margiela smiled coldly, but she didn't continue to entangle, and took the initiative to turn her body sideways and get out of the way.

Seeing Xuemei walk into the darkness without looking back, the man licked his dry lips and smiled obscenely.

"I don't know whether I live or die, when the master is completely disappointed in you, I will make you the most despicable collection and put it in the dirtiest place, and when the time comes, don't beg me, hehe."

Walking through the intricate crypt passages, Xuemei, who returned to the helm after two years, found that the atmosphere of the helm seemed to be a little unusual, not only did there be many more faces, but she also found that many old members of the fraternity had an attitude towards her, and she didn't even say hello to her.

Along the way, she didn't see Zekalea, an old friend who was in charge of guarding the Magic Gate and supervising the helmsman's access, it stands to reason that deserting from her post was a felony, if it wasn't for desertion, where did Zekalea go?

In the face of a series of unexpected changes, Xuemei's heart is a little more gloomy, fortunately, she is loyal to Night Shadow, not only to accompany the left and right, but also to do things for the Brotherhood for so many years, even if there is no merit, there is hard work, and she can't be convicted because the Noxian Empire is too strong, so who is willing to do things loyally?

Thinking like this, Xuemei arrived outside the Shadow Temple, and after passing through, Xuemei walked into the Shadow Temple.

The purple wallfire exudes a cold and dim firelight, and the ancient stone slabs and floor tiles have resisted the erosion of time, and still clearly retain unknown symbols and patterns, only the ancient knight statues on both sides of the throne are nowhere to be found.

Xuemei knelt on one knee and raised her head slightly,

Looking up at the throne from below, it was difficult for Bloodplum to see the face of the Night Shadow, as always, the founders of the Navoli Brotherhood retained an unfathomable mystery and majesty.

Even though she had a one-night relationship with the Lord of the Navoli Brotherhood, Bloodplum still couldn't make any impression of Nightshade's face and appearance, as if the man in front of her didn't exist in the world at all.

"Xuemei, I hope you can bring me a good news that I haven't seen for a long time."

The low and hoarse voice made the already cold Shadow Sanctuary even colder, as if the last trace of temperature of her body was taken away by the sound of the night shadow, Xuemei couldn't help but shiver, lowered her head and said respectfully.

"Lord Nightshade, in this operation, the Brotherhood's assassins successfully helped the Ancients breach the Navisk Temple, and even successfully assassinated Major General Reynolds of the Noxus Empire according to the plan, annihilating all the Imperial defenders of Navisk......"

To Bloodmei's dismay, Nightshade did not react positively to this news, which meant that for Nightshade, these exploits were not enough to undo the death of all of her Shadow Assassins.

The hard-headed Xuemei had to continue.

"The plan went well, but after the Ancients repaired the circle, they took the lead in pointing the finger at us, they poisoned our assassins with the Breath of Corruption, and sacrificed our people to their ancestral spirits as sacrifices like the Noxians, and only I escaped from Navesk ......"

Night Shadow directly interrupted Xuemei's words and asked in a cold voice.

"So, Elder Ramsden successfully summoned the ancestral spirits? That being the case, why haven't I heard about the rout of the Noxians? Or did the remnants of the underworld renounce their agreement with us and did not attack the defenders of the Empire in Precidian? ”

Xuemei has a hard time, her strength is not able to participate in the battle between Ramsden and the Imperial female swordsman, and it is too late to escape in that situation, how can she be stupid enough to stay and secretly observe the results,

It turned out that her decision was not wrong at all, just the Corrupt Breath sent down by the Ancestral Spirit killed all the Shadow Assassins, and if it weren't for the Imperial Female Swordsman dragging Ramsden and weakening the influence of the Corrupt Breath, I'm afraid she would have to stay in that hellish place,

After leaving the underworld, quietly observing the ruins of the ancient battlefield was already the limit of what she could do, and the ghost knows why the ancient spirit people didn't rush out of the underworld after waiting for a week.

Seeing more and more Noxians patrolling the ruins of the ancient battlefield, she was forced to leave.

The reason is very sufficient, but as a subordinate, how can these words be used to explain to the superiors?

After thinking about it for a while, Xuemei decided to tell her speculation.

"Lord Nightshade, I think the ancestral spirit of the Ancients may have been defeated by the Noxians, I have been observing for a week after leaving Navisk, but I have seen more and more soldiers in Noxus, but there is no trace of the Ancients, so it can be seen that the Ancients should have failed."

"So, it's all just your guess, and you have no way to prove it, right?"

Xuemei lowered her head, not daring to look at the night shadow above the throne.

At this moment, any quibbling is pointless.

"Stand down."

"Yes."

When Xuemei left, a mocking whisper suddenly came from the empty Shadow Temple.

"Mortal, it looks like your plan has failed again."

A flaming black shadow flame appeared in front of the throne, and a pair of cold and evil eyes could be faintly seen flickering in the shadow flame.

"Nightmare, don't forget who resurrected you."

Standing up from his throne, Nightshade stared coldly at the Shadow Flame suspended in the air.

"I can resurrect you and seal you again......"

"Unfortunately, you can't."

“……”

"As long as there are human beings with the shadow of faith in this world, I will not die, you just did a trivial thing for your own benefit, which shortened the time for my recovery to a certain extent, and it is pointless to talk about this matter."

Taking a deep breath, Nightshade sat back on his throne and regained his composure.

"You're right, the ancient spirits are no longer reliable, we should discuss something more practical."

A grinning mouth emerged from the shadow flames, twisted and somewhat insolent.

"At least when it comes to revenge, we can easily agree."

……

On this day, the Enchanted Garden of Precidian welcomed a long-lost guest.

Standing outside the impermeable tree wall, the evoker with a wooden staff whispered an obscure and melodic incantation, only to see the top of the cane's root nodules emanate a green glow that symbolized the power of nature, and the roots of the intertwined tree wall broke down, leaving a tree-lined path leading to the Enchanted Garden for the four of them.

Walking on Leicester's right-hand side, Darha's face was memoralized.

"The Enchanted Garden hasn't been open to the public for more than five hundred years, and I didn't expect that the first guests in five hundred years would be you, the initiator."

The old evoker and the unknown Riven looked at Lester together, the former's eyes full of disbelief and the latter's full of reverence.

Smiling noncommittally, Lester said lightly.

"If I'm not mistaken, the Blooming Spirit Tree in the Enchanted Garden didn't die, and I didn't do much to save this tree, and you can't say anything about me if you complain about me like this."

Darha smiled.

"The Blooming Spirit Tree is alive, but you don't know that the Blooming Spirit Tree has undergone a mutation because of you, and it is precisely because of this mutation that the Enchanted Garden is no longer open to the public."

"Mutation? Did you know that you need to apologize halfway through? ”

In Darha's laughter and silence, Lester quickly understood what Darha's mouth meant by the mutation.

As the four of them walked out of the tree-lined path, a towering tree with tens of thousands of ice-blue flowers came into view, the trunk of the tree was as crystal clear as a column, and through the sunlight, you could see that there was ice-blue sap flowing in the main trunk of the giant tree, reflecting the colorful divine light.

The shape of the flower is similar to that of the blooming flower, the size is slightly smaller, the stems and leaves of the petals and the pattern have snowflake-like veins, and from a distance, it looks like there are tens of thousands of ice crystal flowers blooming in the wind, and the branches are swaying, sometimes sprinkling a cold and dreamy ice sand.

It seems that under the influence of the Frozen Tree and the Ice Sand, the entire Enchanted Garden has turned into an ice-blue world, and most of the Enchanted Plants are attached to a layer of ice that is so rich that it cannot be dissolved, and the characteristics of the plants have undergone a certain degree of mutation, which is enough to be called a new type of flora.

Standing in the dreamlike ice garden, Ruiwen's breathing was almost stagnant, suspecting that she was dreaming, the girl pinched the soft flesh on her waist hard, and when the real pain came, the girl's face was suddenly covered with a mask of pain.

Looking up at the mutant Blooming Spirit Tree, Darha was rarely a little distracted.

"Your ice almost killed this tree, and when she was dying, this tree was saved by your life, and perhaps because of this, she became what she is now, and the land has changed with it."

For Lester, everything in front of him was enough to be called an unforgettable scene, especially when he heard Darha say that the Blossoming Spirit Tree had changed because of him, and there was a strange sense of intimacy.

"I'm afraid this can't be called a Blooming Spirit Tree, right? Didn't give it a new name? ”

Stepping on the ice-blue grass, Lester took the initiative to approach the tree, stretched out his right hand and stroked the trunk, to his surprise, the ice-like trunk actually exuded a warmth, vaguely conveying a kind of intimate joy to him.

"She was born because of you, and only you are qualified to name her."

Standing in front of the tree with Lester, Darha stroked the trunk with the same gentleness.

"She?"

Finally, Lester realized that Darha's pronouns were a little different from what he had thought, and he was slightly stunned.

"Yes, it's her."

As if to confirm Darha's words, the ice sand floating in the air actively condensed in the circling and flying, and then a burst of crystal white light flashed, and the silver-haired little girl wearing a snowflake skirt with naked little feet spread her arms and flew towards Lester, instinctively, Lester hugged the cold little girl,

Lester looked down and saw that the little girl was looking up at him with a pair of innocent eyes, and under the thick white eyelashes was a pair of ice-blue clear pupils, and his appearance was reflected in the clear pupils.

"For thousands of years, countless Plessidians have worshipped her, but she only knows you."

(End of chapter)