"Put me down..." Lothar twisted weakly, but Ashe's cold fingers locked his wrist tightly, preventing him from falling off his back.

"I won't abandon you, stop dreaming!" Ashe gritted her teeth, "I've lost my mother and my sworn fathers... But now, I don't want to lose anything!"

Lothar felt Ashe's blond hair was ruffled by the wind, and the hair hit his face, causing a slight pain.

It hurts, reminding Lothar that he is still alive.

There is a girl who doesn't want him to die.

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Avarossa, the second of the legendary three sisters, is known for her wisdom and kindness. According to legend, she once unified a large area of ​​the Freljord, so she was revered by later generations as the Queen of the Freljord, in the image of a beautiful woman with a longbow.

—Excerpt from Ezreal's Travels of Valoran: The Freljord Chapter Two: Myths and Legends

Chapter Thirteen The Peak

mountain top.

With Lothar's guidance and three days of continuous climbing, Ashe finally reached the top of the mountain.

The end of her mother's dream.

Lothar was lying on Ashe's back, his eyes narrowed, he was almost out of strength, but the scene in front of him still made him want to laugh.

"No..." Ashe muttered, "No..."

On the top of the mountain, there is only a huge flat crater, and there is nothing else but the frozen rock below and the cold wind in the air.

There is no splendid golden hall, no towering immortal throne, no rich treasure of the ice.

Nothing at all.

"No!" Ashe ran down the pit with Lothar on his back, eagerly looking for anything that might be treasure.

Although she knew it was likely to end like this, Ashe didn't want to accept it, and she didn't want Glenna's efforts to be in vain.

Ashe found only a pile of stones.

In the center of the giant pit, there is a pile of stones high by one person.

Anyone looking at it, this is just a lonely grave.

"The treasure must be under the stone, it must be!" Ashe tried to find a reason for herself to keep moving, she laid Lothar flat beside the stone pile, "Wait for Lothar, when I find the treasure, I will bring it with me. You go home!"

Lothar was at a loss for words. He didn't have the strength to part his frozen lips. The cold of the mountains kept ravaging him, a warm-blooded man.

Ashe dug through the pile of stones with his bare hands. The frozen stones were as hard as steel. Ashe struggled to push them away, and there were blood marks on his fingers.

"Wait for me... Lothar... I'll be fine soon..." Ashe kept talking, not only to Lothar, but also to herself.

Dig down, don't stop, there will be treasures below.

Ashe couldn't bear it any longer, and the big tears poured out of her eyes and splashed on the ground drop by drop.

The night sky has begun to brighten.

Ashe suddenly felt a burst of heart palpitations, the shadow of death shrouded her, and she felt the blood in her whole body coagulate.

Delacron, climbed to the top of the mountain.

"No..." Ashe saw the dark figure approaching her step by step, desperately pulling the pile of stones, but no matter how hard she dug, there were still stones under the stones.

Drakron was approaching.

He slowly approached Ashe, the battle axe in his hand and the frozen blood, Ashe knew that the blood belonged to her mother and sworn fathers.

Ashe drew out his iron sword, blocked in front of Lothar, and shouted angrily at Drakron: "Get out!"

Ashe was actually exhausted. She struggled to lift the iron sword, her hands trembled uncontrollably, and the sword edge was even unstable against the enemy in front of her.

Delacron and his subordinates pressed hard, his magic seemed to be running out, and there were only two subordinates who accompanied him here.

Ashe instinctively wanted to back away, but she held back.

She did not retreat, behind her was Lothar.

Delacron walked over to Ashe, he threw the iron axe on the snow, and took off the horned helmet engraved with the one-eyed totem, revealing his true face.

For a moment, Ashe felt like she was going to faint, she couldn't believe what she saw with her eyes.

"Marukolo"

"Ai Xi." Marukolo calmly called the girl's name.

The consternation only lasted for a while, and Ashe's feelings quickly turned to anger and hatred: "You betrayed the tribe"

"Listen to me about Ashe..."

"You betrayed Avarossa!" Ash yelled.

Marukolo was silent for a while, and said, "I'm sorry, Ashe, I have no choice."

"Hehe..." Ashe laughed, "Say, let me hear your excuses! The excuses for betraying me!"

Marukolo lowered his head and said in a sad tone: "I am the Frost Priest. I returned from the pilgrimage to Frostguard Fortress to join your tribe and pretend to be weak in order to complete my mission."

"What mission?" Ashe's blade slowly approached Marukolo.

Marukolo didn't back down, he continued: "Stop Glenna from looking for Avarosa's throne."

Ashe was startled: "So, mother is right, this is really the throne of Avarossa!"

"Yes... and no." Marukolo didn't admit it directly, "After all these years, you and Glenna are alive because I promised my master, my teacher, that I can stop Glenna from continuing to search for... But I can't persuade her."

"Ha!" Ash said angrily, "So you started approaching me, trying to make an oath with me, climb into my bed, and let me stop Mommy"

"No, Ashe, I can't swear an oath with you. Neither can the Frost Guards, our allegiance is only endless ice and snow, and our master—" Marukolo said the name, "Lissandra."

The Frost Priest described her mission, but Ashe didn't look at Marukolo, she looked at her hair, the golden strands of which were slowly becoming shiny.

The sun has risen.

The light of dawn shone from the mountain, and Ashe turned his back to the sun, but Marukolo and his soldiers did not.

The dazzling light temporarily deprived them of their vision, and Ashe knew that this was her only chance.

The iron sword pierced with all its strength, pointing directly at Marukolo's neck.

But the sword failed to penetrate, the pitch-black cold shield blocked the sword, the sword edge slid to one side along the shield, and Ashe decisively slashed the sword on Marukolo's men. There is no shield on him.

Ashe tried his best, and the blade slid into his throat.

Before it was over, Ashe immediately reversed the sword's stance, turned around and waved, and the iron sword took the life of another soldier.

"Ai Xi!" Maru Kolo recovered from the dazzling sunlight, the dark cold air turned into a chain, imprisoned Ai Xi, her iron sword let go, and the cold air bound her hands and feet, Ai Xi wanted to stabilize her body, But she felt that her strength was drained and she could only fall helplessly to the ground.

"I'm sorry, Ashe." Marukolo walked over to Ashe with only sadness and apology in his eyes.

"Traitor!" Ashe didn't accept Marukolo's apology at all. She tried her best to break free, her body kept twisting, but the dark cold air didn't move at all.

Marukolo let out a long breath, and he grabbed Ashe's neck with both hands: "I want to know one thing, Ashe...you...have you...even if it's just a little...have you ever loved me?"

"No!" Ashe wanted to bite Marukolo's hand, but she couldn't reach it.

"Is that so..." Maru Kolo began to force, his thumb stuck in Ashe's throat, "Farewell, my love."

Ashe's eyes were wide open, and her face gradually turned red.

"Is this coming to an end... I'm sorry, Mom, I couldn't find the treasure..." Ashe's spirit began to trance, "Also, I'm sorry, Lothar... I can't protect you..."

"Ashe!" As he was about to die, Ashe seemed to hear Lothar's roar.

A chilly wind suddenly swept across Ashe's face, and even on the verge of death, Ashe woke up instantly.

This cold wind awakened something, something hidden deep within Ashe.

The cold wind blew away the shackles on Ashe, and she instinctively stretched out her hand in the direction the wind was blowing and clenched it tightly.

Ashe remembered Lissandra's prayer.

"It doesn't bring pain, it's surrender."

But Ashe knew that Lissandra was wrong.

What ice brings to Ashe is power.

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Lissandra is the younger of the legendary three sisters. Legend has it that she is proficient in all kinds of ice magic. She is the magic **** of the Freljord, the keeper of secrets, and the master of the frost guard.

Legend has it that she is a beautiful blind witch with an irreversible scar on her eyes, said to have been left by a giant bear deity (described later).

—Excerpt from Ezreal's Travels of Valoran: The Freljord Chapter Two: Myths and Legends

Chapter 14 First Aid

"What happened?" Marukolo was shocked, and before he had time to think about it, the wind and waves blew him and threw him to the ground a few steps away.

When Marukolo stood up again, Ashe was standing in front of her.

The cold wind was blowing around her, imbued with magical powers that Marukolo could not discern. Ashe's long pale golden hair turned silver and white at the moment, tossing in the wind.

A longbow appeared in Ashe's hand at some point. The longbow is in the color of ice, but Marukolo has never seen any ice weapon that can inspire such powerful magical power. Just looking at it, Marukolo has the illusion that his eyes are frozen. .

"Avarosa's longbow!" Marukolo looked at Ashe holding a longbow in shock. He knew a lot of ancient secrets. The bow obtained by Ashe would change many things.

"Aishe! Listen to me! This bow..." Marukolo said anxiously.

"Shut up!" Ashe interrupted Marukolo in a cold voice, her words were like Yan Bing, "I don't want to hear any more lies from you, a traitor."

Ashe raised her longbow towards Marukolo. She was struggling to lift an ordinary iron sword just now, but at this moment, she was holding a powerful and extremely powerful ice weapon, and her body was tumbling endlessly. endless power.

It was the first time Ashe saw this longbow, and it was also the first time she held a True Ice weapon, but for some unknown reason, she felt familiar with this bow, as if she had used it for a long time.

"Listen, Marukolo..." Ashe put her left hand on the bowstring, and an arrow made of ice crystals appeared out of thin air, "The one standing in front of you is Glenna's daughter!"

"Don't! Ashe!" Marukolo hurriedly summoned the dark cold air to block him.

"I am Ashe! I am the Longbow!" Ashe said her battle cry for the first time in her life.

The arrow shot out. Marukolo had never seen an arrow that flew so fast. It was like the first east wind when winter came, and frost fell where the arrow crossed in the air.

The protection of the dark and cold air is like soft fur in front of the arrow, and nothing can stop it.

Frost Priest's magic doesn't work.

Drakron's armor doesn't work.

Marukolo's heart, too.

Marukolo's entire body was penetrated, and the True Ice Magic exploded in his body, destroying all his internal organs and blood vessels, and a layer of frost condensed on the surface of his body, and he knelt down in front of Ashe weakly.

"The throne of Avarossa..." Ashe looked at the rising sun, and the sun shone on the black rock cliffs, which looked like the armrests and backs of the majestic throne.

"Lothar!" Ashe suddenly thought of him, and when she was strangled by Marukolo, the last sound she heard was Lothar's roar.

Ashe was convinced that this was no hallucination.

She hurriedly ran to the side of the stone pile, where Lothar was lying on top of it, and beside her was a pile of stones that had been pulled down.

"Did you throw this bow at me?" Ashe asked.

Lothar didn't answer, his breathing was very weak.

"Lotharosa!" Ashe hurriedly laid Lothar's body flat on the ground, she felt that Lothar's right hand seemed to have the breath of real ice magic.

Ashe tore off Lothar's gloves and sleeves, and the flesh and blood were removed from the clothes. His right hand was completely frozen, and the skin was almost transparent. Ashe could clearly see the frozen and broken blood vessels under the skin.

Ashe understood everything in an instant.

While she was being subdued by Marukolo, Lothar, with the last glimmer of hope, dug with the last of his might, and found the longbow.

Anyone could see that the longbow was a real ice weapon, but Lothar grabbed it and threw it to Ashe.

For the warm-blooded, the True Ice weapon is instantly dead.

"Idiot!" Ashe cried out to Lothar, "You mustn't die!"

Ashe rubbed Lothar's right hand hard, trying to use the temperature of his palm to drive away the cold poison that invaded Lothar's right hand.

But doing so is in vain, and Zhen Bing magic cannot be cracked by body temperature.

Ashe clearly saw that the True Ice magic was spreading along Lothar's arm at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it had come to the elbow of his right arm: "The cold poison must be prevented from entering the torso."

Ashe dropped the True Ice longbow and picked up a battle axe from the ground, which belonged to Marukro. He used this axe to kill Ashe's mother and sworn fathers, with their blood still on it.

And now, Ashe is going to save people with this axe.