Prologue

May in Freljord was still unusually cold, and the cold wind was howling with ghosts and wolves.

The Dreadnought Pioneer Camp was located on the northern border of Demacia and Freljord, with only two or three witchers patrolling sporadically, most of them staying in tents close to the warm fire.

On the vacant ground to the left of the camp, a makeshift ring squeaked as the cold wind blew.

A little girl with short white hair, holding a half-meter-long broken blade, yawned next to the ring, and on the small stool next to the girl were placed several things that emitted a white shimmer like stones.

The wind seemed to be getting louder and louder, and the little girl's short hair was fluttering, and her little face, which was originally pink, had already appeared black.

"Alas~ It seems that today is another empty day. The little girl complained in an old-fashioned manner. "Hey, you two come over to move your muscles~" The little girl seemed to be a little unwilling, and shouted at the two witchers who were patrolling, and the two witchers heard the little girl's voice and their bodies trembled at the same time, and they didn't dare to turn their heads back, pretending not to hear.

"Coward!" the little girl snorted, got up and put the things on the small stool into the small pocket on her left, and prepared to go into the tent to keep warm.

At this moment, a sturdy young man with a half-man-high shield and a girl with bright yellow hair walked slowly from the corridor next to the demon hunting camp.

The little girl suddenly came to her senses when she saw the sturdy young man, and her two little hands interlaced together in the shape of a trumpet, and shouted angrily in the direction of the young man, "Friendship contest! Who can beat me and send rune fragments!"

The sturdy young man was taking his sister on the road seriously, and when he heard the words "rune broken skin", he looked curiously in the direction of the little girl, turned his head and muttered a few words to the yellow-haired girl beside him, and he really walked in the direction of the little girl.

After a few minutes, the two stood still in the ring, and the stout boy took out the shield behind him, and one of them rushed forward with confidence to knock the little girl out.

In the next second, an upside-down figure slammed into the ground, but it was not a little girl, but a strong boy.

The young man stood up again with a carp, looking at the little girl who was bouncing in the ring in disbelief, his body weight was almost the same as that of an adult, this little girl was at most 7 years old, how could such a terrifying force throw him directly out of the ring.

The little girl's eyes lit up when she saw that the boy was all right.

A swift petite figure jumped out of the ring and ran towards the stout boy. "Bang Bang .." A muffled sound came from the broken blade and the shield, and the little girl's attack was like a raging storm, and many of them had already hit the boy's body.

"Bean sacks!" the stout boy finally found a gap to distance himself from the little girl, and stretched out his right hand to make a pause gesture with inarticulate speech.

The sturdy young man's face was dark and blue at this time, and a few traces of blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

"I'll go get a weapon from my sister, you wait for me! Don't move, I'll be back right away!" the young man's eyes were fixed on the little girl, and he slowly retreated to the yellow-haired girl's side step by step.

Suddenly, the sturdy young man grabbed the yellow-haired girl beside him, didn't look back, and ran away in the direction of Yongdao.