The barbarian warrior ghost wearing a horned helmet raised his head, and his eyes narrowed when he saw the black mist floating around Lothar: "Lord"

"Are you talking about me?" Lothar approached Greg. "Do you remember me? I'm the kid who came here to steal Zhenbing when I was a kid."

"It's you." Gregg reached out to Lothar with a trembling hand. "How did you get hold of this power... this... power to control the soul?"

Lothar's eyes turned to the mound under Gregg's feet. There were strange runes painted on the mound. He couldn't understand these words when he was a child, so he didn't remember them.

But now Lothar could read it, it was Ochen, the language of the dead.

"What the **** is going on?" Lothar asked Greg. "I remember you said you've been watching this bridge for thousands of years, and who used necromancy on you?"

Gregg took a deep breath: "It's the Lord of the Freljord."

"Lord of the Freljord" Lothar had never heard of this existence.

"He is the master of the entire Freljord, and at the same time, he is also the blood ally appointed by the Three Frost Sisters." Gregg said, "It's just that he died a thousand years ago."

"The blood alliance of the Three Frost Sisters...that's Avarossa, Cerilda, and Lissandra..." Lothar was a little surprised that there were such people in history, but it's not surprising, after all Raeljord has almost no written history, and the stories of the past are passed down only by the narration of old people and shamans. "Can you tell me in detail?"

...

Lissandra walked on the ice with the little wolf in her arms.

This is the bottom layer of Howling Abyss, and the thick ice is pitch black, as if swallowing all the light, unable to even reflect Lissandra's shadow.

The little wolf, who had been giggling all the time, also lost his laughter at the moment, curled up tightly on Lissandra's chest, as if he was afraid of something.

"Don't be afraid...don't..." Lissandra patted Little Wolf on the back lightly. She wasn't very good at coaxing children, and she forgot that her hands were colder than ice, so she couldn't make Little Wolf feel any more comfortable.

Lissandra squatted down, she sat on the ice with her legs bent, and put the little wolf on the ground: "Go play, Mommy has something to do now."

The little wolf still looked frightened. The depths of the abyss was frighteningly cold, even colder than the Freljord's winter. The little wolf kept shrinking, but he didn't crawl to Lissandra's arms either, because her embrace Compared with the other embraces that I have carried before, it is really too cold.

Even the cold bloodline craved warmth, and the little wolf was no exception.

The little wolf began to crawl up and down the ice, looking for a warm place.

Lissandra watched the wolf go away. She wasn't worried about losing the child. She had already left her mark on him.

"Now...it's time to deal with those stupid people..." Lissandra stood up, already blind, but she could see the battlefield on the ground that was gradually white-hot.

Lissandra stretched out her hand, and an ice mirror appeared beside her, reflecting the appearance of the battlefield.

Morale on the side of Avarossa and Winter's Claw was high, and the trolls and Frostguard were gradually losing ground.

Among the many warriors, the bow and arrow Ashe and the charging Sejuani stand out, inspiring all the Horde warriors and making them more courageous.

Looking at these two young and beautiful war mothers, Lissandra laughed sarcastically: "Go to hell."

Lissandra's fingers tapped lightly on the ice, and in the distance, something seemed to be shaking, responding to Lissandra's call.

Not far away, the little wolf, who had been crawling on the ice, looking for a warm place, made a discovery.

He saw a large ice cube.

Naturally, the ice cube could not be warm, but the little wolf felt that the inside of the ice cube would be very warm.

"Hey..." Little Wolf put his little hand on the ice cube.

With the little wolf's touch, the ice cube shattered directly, and a small thing fell out of it.

"Hey..." Little Wolf crawled over and hugged the little thing about the same size as him. Sure enough, as Little Wolf felt, the little guy he was holding was not only warm, but also very comfortable to hold.

The little guy held by the little wolf also opened his eyes. His dark eyes looked at the surrounding and the happy little wolf in confusion, and made a questioning cry: "Nar Da!"

...

"Fight to the death!" Sejuani roared like a wild beast. The bristles of the boar directly knocked over a troll, while Sejuani's True Ice flail also smashed the armor of a Frostguard. down.

"Victory belongs to us!" Ashe also shouted loudly, her heralded eagle hovering over the entire battlefield, taking every detail of the battlefield into Ashe's eyes.

Now the advantages of the battle situation have gradually been firmly controlled by the coalition forces of the two major tribes, but Ashe did not dare to relax in the slightest, and she always kept in mind Lothar's warning - Lissandra could not be defeated so easily.

Sure enough, as the battle progressed, the Eagle of Prophecy discovered an abnormality.

Several tall figures climbed out from below the rift.

A troll, but no ordinary troll.

They were covered with solid ice, and a strange black frost surged over them. As soon as they appeared, Ashe was startled.

"That's... what?" Ashe doesn't know, but she is definitely not an ordinary troll. They have extremely deep and twisted frost magic on their bodies, which is magic that Ashe has never seen before.

"Drink!" Sejuani also found those trolls, and she had no fear at all, and rode the bristles of wild boars to attack those trolls.

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Trolls are stupid, too stupid to make an army.

However, some individuals with decent aptitude among the trolls can make use of them.

Freeze them up, transform them with abyss and ice.

They are no longer trolls.

But my frost slave.

- Lissandra

Chapter Five Hundred and Ninety-One The Secret of the Freljord Wilderness

The ghost Gregor told the story of the past, and the memories that were forever sealed in the distant ancient times by ice and snow finally resurfaced again and showed in front of everyone in Lothar.

In the unreachable years, the Freljord was full of chaos and wilderness. At that time, it was still the age of the gods. Although the **** of forging, Ram Ornn, sealed himself away from the world very early, but other gods still Very active, such as the Phoenix Anivia who hangs with the cold wind year after year, such as Volibear the giant bear who is always seeking battle and disputes, and Iron Boar, Storm Raven, Seal Sister... These gods dominate The land of the Freljord. Under their rule, the Freljord had ushered in the age of trolls, the age of vastaya, the age of yeti...

But there is no era of weak human beings.

Until the three sisters appeared.

They are the original Iceborn. They shared their blood with other humans and formed the original "blood alliance", so the Ice Bloodline was able to continue in the human bloodline.

The appearance of the Ice Bloodline made it the first time for humans to avoid shrinking in the cold wind, hiding in caves forever, and risking their lives to pick up scarce food in spring and summer. Germany has gained a firm foothold in this land.

But after all, the three sisters only separated their own blood, which led to the fact that the Iceborn did not appear 100% in the human race. With the increase of the population and the dilution of the blood, the proportion of the Iceborn became less and less, and it was impossible for the three sisters The blood was distributed to each newborn baby, so the three sisters decided to have offspring of their own.

Coincidentally, the blood alliance husband they chose was the same person.

"He was the most powerful man at the time." Gregg recalled, "He could wave the wind and snow as soon as he raised his hand, so that the seriously wounded soldiers would not die. Under his leadership, no human being was injured or killed in the war. It also made our fighting ability stronger and stronger, and gradually formed a berserker spirit that is not afraid of death, because we can't die at all. He was recognized and admired by the three sisters, agreeing that he is the best candidate for a blood alliance husband, and we took him Honored as the [Lord of the Freljord], he followed the three sisters and led our human tribe to prosper day by day."

"This man's ability...sounds like the life of a lamb..." Lothar remembered his own power that made people absolutely unable to die. He used this power to save many people in Bilgewater.

"The Lord is the most solid backing of the three sisters. With the support of the Lord, the three sisters lead us to invincible battles." Gregg recalled that glorious era with longing and pride in his eyes, "The three sisters have each completed the insurmountable achievement. A feat. Cerylda tries to wield the power of the stars, but loses her voice to Twilight. Avarosa tries to face the darkness buried deep in the unknown, only to be robbed of her hearing. Lissandra Attempting to master all magical powers, the giant bear laughed at her arrogance and blinded her. Although the three sisters have lost a part of themselves, it has brought them more together, and together with the Lord, the human tribe will flourish."

Lothar's eyes flickered, and he could basically infer something from Gregor's words.

The giant bear who blinded Lissandra was of course Volibear, but Volibear was also seriously injured in that battle, and Lissandra kept preventing Volibear from recovering, and the giant bear was still injured until now.

The "Twilight of the Sky" who stole Cerylda's voice, no matter how you think about it, is the [Twilight Star Spirit]. According to the time, it is very likely that the blond girl with different eyes that Lothar knows Mai Yisha.

As for the darkness that damaged Avarosa's hearing... Lothar couldn't think of any other possibility than the Void.

"Since the Freljord Lord is so strong, how did he die in battle?" Katerina asked.

"Being a monster..." Greg's face flashed with deep fear, "It's a monster I can't describe."

"What magical creature?" Katarina guessed. "Dragon or something."

Gregg kept shaking his head: "No! That's something even more terrifying! We have no ability to resist in front of that monster! The army of millions vanished in an instant! No bones left! Not even the Lord's ability. keep us from dying."

Katerina had a suspicious look on her face, and Greg's description was too exaggerated for her to believe it.

"The monster you're talking about..." Lothar said with a serious look, "Is it called [Blessed Lin]"

"No, it's not [Bad Lin]." Gregg denied, "[Bu Lin] is just something they made with some unknown method. Although [Bou Lin] is also very powerful, it is still not as good as those Monsters...we call them...[watchers]."

"[Monitor]..."

"That was the real horror," Greg recalled. "Being in front of them, you would even have time to feel fear is an extravagant hope, and we have no chance of winning. Not only us, but the snowmen are all destroyed, and the trolls are not Cunichi, even the gods can't resist the power of the [Monitors]."

"Then how did you win?" asked Lothar.

"At that time, the entire Freljord was almost twisted into a rope." Gregg said, "People of different races put down their hatred and worked together to fight the watchers. We lost a lot, and the Freljord was more than 90%. Their lives were lost, but in the end, we sealed the watchers."

"It's a seal, not a kill." Katarina frowned.

"We couldn't find a way to kill them." Gregg sighed, "I don't have much memory of that battle, except that the Lord sacrificed his own life, and the three sisters worked together to finally kill them. The Watchers were defeated, and the battle caused the glaciers to crack open, and the Watchers fell into the rift and were frozen in. The three sisters also asked Ram Ornn to build a bridge over the rift as the first way to suppress it. A line of defense."

"Bridge..." Katerina sighed, "You mean this bridge? Then..."

"Yes, here, Howling Abyss, is where the watchers are sealed." Gregor said, "And I, on the order of Avarossa, obey the will of the Lord of the Freljord, Sentinels here."

...

Sejuani's icy flail slammed against the eerie trolls crawling from the ground.

"This!" Sejuani was shocked. The True Ice flail hit these trolls head-on, but did not cause any damage. "These trolls are immune to True Ice weapons!"

Sejuani didn't have time to think about it, she hurriedly possessed to avoid the strange troll's slam, and the wild boar bristles cooperated with the master tacitly, and suddenly attacked the troll's neutral block while Sejuani lowered her body.

The bristles of the wild boar were strong enough to pierce shields, but only left a small wound on the strange troll.

"What is this!" Sejuani hurriedly pulled the reins to distance the troll and the mane, and shouted, "Udyr!"

A goshawk swerved down from the sky,

"Bah!" A ram screamed beside Sejuani, and Udyr was hot like lava, a pair of huge argali horns against his forehead, muscles bulging like a rock.

Udyr transformed into the ram Ornn's form, like a humanoid volcano, rushing like wild thunder, slamming into the strange troll.

"Roar!" The weird troll let out a harsh roar. He was burned by the high temperature, but he hugged Udyr with his backhand. The two people with exaggerated and strange powers wrestled together, and the ice layer under his feet shattered.

"Bron, come help!" Braum, carrying a large shield of sheep's head, rushed towards Udyr. He knew that the most troublesome trolls on the battlefield were these strange trolls.

But before Braum ran over, a thick Zhenbing stick swept away several and smashed towards him.

"Hey!" Braum raised his shield and blocked the stick, and the tallest troll, Trundle, roared furiously at Braum's face.

"You have to rinse your mouth!" Braum punched Trundle in the face, but after being entangled by the King of Trolls, Braum couldn't support Udyr.

On the battlefield, the two major tribes had an increasing advantage because the appearance of those weird trolls disappeared instantly. These weird trolls are much stronger than other trolls, and none of the Zhenbing weapons can cause damage, but there are terrifying destructions. . On the entire battlefield, only powerful people such as Udyr, Olaf, Tryndamere, and Freyna can resist these strange trolls. But once they were entangled, the Frostguard and the other trolls were left unattended.

"Oops..." Ashe, who was overlooking the battlefield through the Eagle of Prophecy, quickly discovered that the situation was wrong. She knew that she couldn't drag it on any longer, and turned to Syndra and Nami, "Please!"

"Hmph, it's finally time for us." Syndra had been waiting beside Ashe for Nami to rub her shoulders for a long time, "Nami, let's go, let the ants below and the **** witch see. Our strength!"

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On the battlefield, soldiers, armies, ordnance and tactics are fundamental, but watch out for the power that can turn the tide of battle - magic.

--Swain, "On War"

Chapter five hundred and ninety-two Lissandra joins the war

"My story is finished." Gregor looked at Lothar with hope in his eyes, "You have the power of the Lord, where does that power come from?"

Lothar did not answer, his strength was with him, not who gave it.

"Looks like I'll have to go down to the abyss to have a look." Rosa said, "Lissandra is hiding underneath."

"Wait." Katarina grabbed Lothar. "What told you to go down? You want to keep us here."

"Yes." Lothar said solemnly, "I originally wanted you to come and help, but since Lissandra is hiding under the abyss, you must not go in."

"why?"

"Because of the watchers." Lothar is very serious, "You can't see the watchers, it's hard for me to protect you."

"Isn't that watcher sealed? What's there to be afraid of?" Katerina didn't understand.

"The watchers are not something you can deal with." Lothar pressed Katarina's shoulders, "Be good, be obedient..."

Lothar suddenly saw the look of utter disgust on Katarina's face.

"Forget that she is a very strong person." Lothar thought.

He looked at Rosa Coco and Gragas, the silent girl needless to say, she will execute Rosa's orders 100%. Gragas was completely indifferent.

"Okay..." Lothar sighed, "Let's go down together, I will protect you as much as possible."

"I don't need your protection." Katerina poked her fingers hard at Lothar's chest. "After a while, if I drag you down, or it's of no use, you can just abandon me at any time."

"Sure enough, it's a Noxian..." Lothar shook his head with a wry smile, and then said to Gregor, "We're going down to find Lissandra, I know necromancy, and I can unleash yours if you want. Soul, set you free."

Gregg sternly refused: "No! I have sworn an oath before the Lord and Avarossa to guard the bridge and sound the horn when the watchers wake up! I cannot escape!"

He glanced at Greg with admiration: "Then let's go."

"Wait." Greg looked at the black mist around Lothar, his eyes flashing with desire, "Please tell me, are you... our lord?"