Ice does not bring pain, but surrender.

- Lissandra's Prayer

Chapter 281 Report

Delacron shook painfully for a few moments before letting go.

Lothar found that there were scars and ice cracks around his eye sockets, but his eyes were not injured. Instead, they became more transparent, exuding the color of ice crystals.

"Thank you." Delacron made a pilgrimage to Lissandra, put on his helmet, and stood back in the queue.

Lothar felt that his eyes were hurting. In Avarosa, shamans sometimes used hot incense ashes or irons to tattoo sinners who had made mistakes to warn him.

But this "eye tattoo" ceremony seems to be not a punishment at all for Drakron and the Frost Guard, but a reward.

Lothar saw Lissandra leaning on the throne, propping her face on her fist, with a nonchalant look, her eyes covered by the crown did not know where she was looking, or was it really like the legend, She is already blind.

"My lord, allow me to report on this week's situation." An old Drakron stepped forward.

Lissandra nodded slightly.

"Does she not like to talk?" Lothar looked at the mythical witch strangely, "Why does it feel like she... doesn't care?"

Drakron waved his hand back, and several Frost Guards rolled over with a taste of animal hide. Drakron unfolded it, with words densely written on it.

Lothar can read the words on it clearly, and he has learned to write himself, but the written language among the tribes of the Freljord is not completely interoperable, only tribes like Avarossa and the Winter's Claw gather all year round , the language is almost indistinguishable. Therefore, Lothar could only barely understand a little bit on the animal skin scroll, and it was difficult to understand the exact meaning.

"We got two more children this week, and they've all been placed in the outcast village." Delacron said, "In addition to the child who temporarily stayed in the fortress, we now have a total of 100 children under the age of sixteen. Thirty-seven, and twenty-one will be able to 'eye tattoo' next year."

"The Frost Guards are indeed kidnapping children!" Lothar stared at Lissandra. "Why does she want children to be raised as new Frost Guards? Why can't she let the Frost Guards have children by themselves? Said they couldn't have children"

Lothar had a lot of strange guesses in an instant.

"Is that kid in the fort qualified?" Lissandra said suddenly.

Her voice was like the crackle of ice breaking, with a wonderful rhythm and icy majesty.

Lothar didn't expect Lissandra to mention him suddenly, and his heart pounded.

Delacron glanced at the scroll: "He has not been tested, but it has been determined that he is not of the ice bloodline, nor has other magical bloodline abilities, and will become an ordinary warrior at most in the future."

Lothar was so depressed that he didn't expect that when he arrived at Frostguard Fortress, he would be reminded of his talent again.

"I just don't have talent, what's wrong." Lothar said fiercely in his heart, "Look at me emptying all your Zhenbing, and then smashing all the iron cans on your body with the magic weapon that Ram made me!"

"I see." Lissandra was silent for a while, "It's useless to keep him, kill him."

Lothar nearly fell off the beam.

"What did I do to kill me?" Lothar glared at Lissandra, eager to see what was going on in her head under the crown.

De La Clone hesitated for a moment: "My lord, won't this be very good, no matter what, he can be a bottom guard when he grows up."

"Are you questioning my decision?" Lissandra said calmly.

There was no displeasure or anger in her tone, but that Delacron knelt down directly, with his whole body almost on the ground: "This subordinate dare not! This subordinate has always been your most loyal followers!"

Lissandra raised her arm slightly, and a spear of ice shot out of her hands without warning, stabbing straight into the shoulders of the kneeling Delacron.

The ice spear pierced through the hard iron armor and cut off Delacron's arm directly, but the blood did not flow out, freezing his wound, and Lothar could see the blurred flesh and bones behind the transparent ice cube.

"This is too brutal!" All this happened so fast that Lothar didn't react at all, and Delacron's arm fell to the ground.

Lissandra's expression didn't change at all, as if cutting off one of her subordinate's arm was a trivial matter, she sat on the throne, and said to Delacron, who was trembling from the pain but didn't dare to scream. :"continue."

Drakron clasped his arms and stood up with difficulty. None of the other Drakron and Frost Guards behind him exclaimed or showed panic. They were like ice sculptures, motionless.

Lothar felt a little unreal. He had heard stories about Drakron before, and it was all because of how powerful they were, and where they lived, no one could live. But it was such a de la clone, more submissive than a dog to Lissandra.

"The matter of killing that child, my subordinates will do it tonight." Delacron said calmly, but everyone could hear the suppressed fear and trembling in his tone.

"Sure enough, you still want to kill me because I don't have the qualifications." Lothar really felt wronged, he had already been sentenced to death before he did anything, "It seems that we can't wait, we must find Zhen Zhen today. Where is the ice hiding?"

Lothar was not in a hurry to leave. He planned to listen carefully to Delacron's report. Maybe he himself would tell the storage place of Zhenbing.

The old Delacron endured the pain and continued to report everything, but what he said next was trivial, not to mention Lissandra, even Lothar was a little sleepy.

"The last thing, recently, an unknown small beast appeared in the fortress, making troubles everywhere. We tried many methods and failed to catch it. We suspect that it is a species with magical abilities." Delacron said this matter nervously.

Lissandra didn't respond: "It's just a beast, let it go, it can still devour my fortress."

"Yes..." The old Delacron breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm done reporting."

"Next." Lissandra said coldly.

The second Delacron stepped forward, saluted Lissandra, and began his statement.

"When is this going to be said?" Lothar was drowsy when he heard it, and what the Drakrons were talking about was nothing more than a tribe of unbelieving Lissandra popping up somewhere, asking what to do. Which tribe's war mother has a daughter, does it need to be kidnapped?

Although Lothar felt that what they were talking about was really about the whole Freljord, Lissandra could make the guards rewrite the situation in the Freljord with just a few words, but he didn't listen to what Delacron said. The names of the tribes he had heard still didn't interest him.

Just as Lothar was about to leave and continue looking for Zhen Bing, Delacron's words grabbed him.

"About the Avarossa tribe," Delacron said. "The news from the priests shows that Avarossa's war mother Glenna is looking for the throne of Avarossa."

"Throne of Avarossa" Lothar seems to have a bit of an impression of this word.

That is the legend of Avarosa. According to legend, the ancient queen, Avarossa, one of the three Frost Sisters, left a secret treasure. She left her weapons, wealth and knowledge there. Who can Find it and you will have unparalleled power and power.

"Hmph..." Lissandra sneered, "Avarosa's throne is ridiculous."

"By the way, Avarosa should be Lissandra's second sister." Losa saw Lissandra's disdainful expression, "but she doesn't seem to like her sister very much."

"What to do?" De La Clone asked.

"Let her go, she won't be able to find it." Lissandra returned to her languid look again, "but if she does find it... send a Delacron to Avarossa, if that The mother of war insists on looking for it, so slaughter Avarossa, and don't leave any."

Lothar's heart sank.

"Marukolo, I'll leave it to you." Lissandra looked at the Delacron who reported.

Delacron took off his helmet, revealing a rather young man's face: "Follow your orders."

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No one has ever known the slaughter of the Frost Guards, nor the grace of the Frost Priest.

Is Lissandra a cruel queen or a benevolent goddess.

no one knows.

- Avarosa Shaman

Chapter two hundred and eighty second ghost

The eye tattoo party is over.

The Frostguards and Drakron retreated from the audience hall and slammed the door shut.

Lothar didn't go with them. Lissandra had already ordered him to be executed anyway, so he would die if he went back.

"I hope that fat guy in Gragas is okay, but he can climb up to the Frostguard Fortress with his bare hands. At least he should be fine." Lothar quietly looked down. In the huge hall, only Lisang was left. Zhuo and her solitary throne.

Lothar looked at Lissandra nervously, holding down his beating heart, looking down at the beautiful but terrifying witch.

Lissandra sat on the throne for so long that Lothar felt every heartbeat as long as it was tormented.

He waited silently, the hall was so quiet that any slight movement would become incomparably clear, and Lothar had to breathe slowly.

Lissandra finally stood up.

The hem of her long skirt is mopping the floor, and it seems to be made of ice crystals.

When Lissandra was sitting just now, Lothar didn't feel it. When she stood up, Lothar realized that she was really tall. The legs hidden in the long dress were unknown, but Lothar felt that Lissandra was very tall. Probably nearly two meters tall.

"But from this angle..." Lothar blushed a little, Lissandra walked directly below him, Lothar looked down and could see her fullness of mind.

"Ashe doesn't seem to be this big when he grows up, a little smaller." Lothar recalled what he saw in the future, "but Sejuani should be a match for what she has."

The witch stopped in front of the throne and turned around, raising her hand slightly, the huge throne was arched by a piece of ice rock that appeared out of thin air, revealing a passage.

"Secret passage!" Lothar knew that he was waiting.

Lissandra walked slowly into the passage, and it wasn't until she disappeared into the darkness of the passage that the throne began to slowly descend.

"Quick!" Lothar immediately jumped off the beam and rolled on the ground. The impact made his legs and back hurt to death, but he didn't have time to care about it. He rushed to the passage in two or three steps, and was about to land on the throne. The moment slipped in.

"Phew, it's fortunate that I'm small, otherwise I'll be crushed." Losa breathed a sigh of relief, but the darkness in the passage calmed him down again.

"Anyway, I can't get out. Even if I go out, I will be killed by the Frost Guard. Let's go all the way." Lothar groped for the wall and slowly walked deeper.

The passage was dark and there was no light at all. Lothar could only move forward purely by touch. The further he went in, the colder the wind became stronger. Even though he was already heavily clothed, he still felt as if he was naked on the ice field. Row.

I don't know how long it took, but Lothar finally saw the light.

He quickened his pace and walked out of the passage, but what he saw was beyond his expectations.

In front of him was neither Lissandra's bedroom, nor the vault containing Zhen Bing, but a bridge.

A very big bridge.

The bridge is flat and spacious in the middle of the rift. There are many huge instruments on the bridge. Lothar doesn't know what these things are for, but from their sharp and heavy parts, they are obviously not gentle things.

"Where's Lissandra?" Lothar looked left and right, but saw no trace of the witch.

He looked at the terrain again, and there was no other way but the bridge, and below the bridge was a dark abyss.

"It seems that there is no other way but to move forward." Lothar wrapped his clothes tightly, and the inside of the rift valley was much colder than outside the fortress.

He walked to the end of the bridge, and a small altar caught his attention.

The altar looked very ancient, with complex totems and text inscribed on it, which Lothar couldn't understand. He felt that these pictures and texts were much more complicated than those often drawn by shamans.

The whole of the altar is a few ashlars surrounded by one, and there is nothing but ice in the center.

An altar suddenly appeared on a bridge, which was very abrupt. Lothar sat and looked at it and did not understand which **** the altar was worshiping.

"Forget it, it's probably nothing special." Lothar just wanted to move forward, but a loud howl came from his head.

Lothar looked up and saw a round white ball falling from the sky.

Lothar hurriedly dodged, and the white ball landed straight on the bridge with a loud crash.

"Gragas!" Lothar was dumbfounded. "How did he fall from the sky?"

Lothar hurried over and used all his strength to turn Gragas over.

Gragas' face was covered in blood, and Lothar subconsciously wanted to fetch the herbs: "Oh, I forgot to leave the bag with Zoe."

Before Lothar had finished thinking about what to do, Gragas opened his eyes.

He sat up from the ground all of a sudden and touched his head: "Hi, it hurts."

Lothar grabbed Gragas by the shoulder: "Hey! Are you okay? How did you fall from there?"

Gragas looked at Lothar in a daze: "I don't know either, I'm sleeping, I'm still having nightmares, and it's hard to die without alcohol."

"Who asked you about the wine, why did you fall here?"

"Oh, it seems that I snorted and led those guards over." Gragas covered the wound on his head.

"Didn't I block your nose?"

"I don't know, they came over anyway, and then we started fighting." Gragas said gloomily, "It's all my fault that I didn't drink, I couldn't exert my strength, and I was hit directly from your room with a hammer."

"From my room," Lothar looked up, the fortress was very, very far above the rift, and the windowsill became a small dot the size of a sesame. "You didn't die when you fell from that height."

"I'm very resistant to falling." Gragas patted his belly, "My mother said that I was not afraid of falling since I was a child, thanks to my belly."

Lothar was speechless, once again realizing how big the gap between people is.

"It's fine, get up first, let's find Zhen Bing." Lothar wanted to pull Gragas up, but he sat on the ground motionless.

"No way, I haven't drank for too many days, and I have no strength at all." Gragas said weakly.

"Didn't you eat so much meat!"

"Eat meat and ask for it! Wine is meat to me!"

"Noisy! Noisy your mother with a hammer! Do you want someone to sleep!" An extremely rough scolding interrupted Lothar and Gragas, who simultaneously looked in the direction from which the scolding came.

They saw something they had never seen in their entire life.

It was a short, sturdy man in leather jacket armor and a horn helmet, with a large axe on his back.

He was emitting a faint green light all over his body, his body was translucent, his face was furious, and he was floating on the small altar holding his chest.

A word that often appears in stories appeared in Lothar's mind for the first time -