Lux's Farewell

Stealing other people's magic has always been Silas' forte.

Whether it's the magic power of a person or the magic power hidden in a magic item, he can steal it.

This kind of stolen magic power is docile and violent, but before trying to steal the magic power in this great sword, Silas encountered the worst situation, and it was just that the stolen magic power would get out of control .

Therefore, under the unfavorable situation of fighting this big man, Silas decisively chose to use the magic stone chain to wrap the opponent's big sword, and then absorbed the magic power in the big sword without hesitation-he used to be in the magic magic In the prison, he saw that the girl who inspired him a lot used similar magical powers, and he believed that this power could completely help him turn the corner!

Silas succeeded, he succeeded in linking the sword, connecting to the bright source of magic power, and before he could begin to control this power, an indescribable, heart-wrenching cold spread open.

Before this, Silas was not untouched by stolen magic and lost control.

But before this, he had never encountered such a serious loss of magic power!

Not to mention controlling this wonderful power, Silas's arms lost consciousness at the moment of contact.

Then, with the flow of magic power, his body began to stiffen inch by inch. Even though he tried his best to resist the terrible cold, Silas was frozen solid from the inside out in an instant.

With a bang, he fell straight on his back like this, lying stiffly in the snow, motionless.

Brokval glanced blankly at Silas, who fell down as if he was touching porcelain, his small eyes were full of great doubts.

He didn't know what was going on with this warm-blooded man—in his opinion, Silas was a "weak but courageous" opponent. After all, even in the Freljord, not everyone had The courage to face yourself.

Originally, he wanted to give this warm-blooded man who offended the old gods a happy glory. After defeating him head-on, he executed him with his True Ice Weapon, but the other party suddenly threw out the chain on his wrist and entangled him. After owning the Zhenbing one-handed sword, he suddenly fell down...

What's happening here?
After blinking his eyes, Brokvar suddenly felt a little familiar.

Why does the situation where Silas fell down in front of him look a bit like those overwhelmed people who have not awakened the ice blood, but insisted on using the pure ice weapon?

Look at the frost on his body surface, this is clearly the appearance after he accidentally touched Zhenbing and was stung by this severe cold!

Brokval grinned, raised the one-handed sword, and set his eyes on the pure ice inlaid on the hilt——then, he found dully that the piece of pure ice that he was so familiar with, now Shi actually seemed to have lost all magic power, completely dimmed down!
He squeezed his eyes in disbelief, and the big man was completely dumbfounded.

how can that be!

The shock spread, and soon turned into endless anger.

Brokval, who originally wanted to give the warm-blooded man in front of him a decent fighter, now just wants to tear and crush the other party completely. For him, 1 warm-blooded people of unknown origin, It can't compare to my beloved Dong Tan!
However, before he could kill him, the shaman Solva who had been lying on the ground before did not know when he stood up.

"Stop!" Solva's voice seemed to come from the Nine Serenity Hell, "This is God's will."

Brokvar's conditioned reflex stopped, but after a while, his anger rose again - his most cherished weapon was dimmed because of this despicable warm-blooded man, even if he was as pious as him, he could not bear it. He couldn't help but glared at Solva.

However, Solva seemed not to see his gaze, and lowered his head to look at his hands.

Just now, when Silas chose to steal the power of the Ice, the shaman felt the return of divine power-then, she quickly understood the warm-blooded man's tricks.

Though not sure how, he seems capable of stealing the powers of others, even those bestowed upon priests by the Old Gods.

However, even though she knew exactly what was going on, the aftermath of being fished out of the deep lake still made her unable to speak, and stopped Brokvar to stop his violent execution.

At this moment, thoughts in her mind flashed like lightning.

Faintly, the god's will suddenly became clear.

"Pull him up." She ignored Brokvar's uncontrollable anger, and said coldly, "This is your trial."

Brockwall gritted his teeth, and grabbed Silas's stiff arm, as if he wanted to remove it, and pulled it hard.

Then, just as he touched each other's arms, Solva and Silas showed a subtle smile almost at the same time.

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The icy cold flowed through his body, Silas seemed to have returned to the barn that year, and saw that talented little girl who could only be imprisoned in no man's land.

At the beginning, Silas really hoped to save her, but it was a pity that when he touched the other person's body, the violent magic power destroyed everything in the surge—and Silas also recovered from a "search" Demon's collaborator", became a "disgraceful murderer".

However, considering that under the inspiration of Ino at this time, Silas's control over magic power is no longer what it used to be. The magic power contained in that weapon is probably far more amazing than that of a magic genius.

It is even possible that what is contained in it is the greatest hidden power of the Freljord people.

If it was the past, Silas would have been ecstatic after receiving the news because he had found a way to fight against the nobles of Demacia, but at this time, this terrifying force was eroding his body, as if to kill him His body completely turned into a cold dead silence - in this case, Silas could only go all out to deal with the erosion of the cold.

No, it shouldn't be like this.

Silas's body couldn't move, and his consciousness was getting blurred bit by bit. A dream that traveled through time and space seemed to completely wrap him up.

In this case, he can only think desperately, think with all his strength, and think of any possible way.

Perhaps, instead of stealing the power of this weapon, I should choose to steal the power of that big guy—this barbarian of the Freljord seems to have some kind of power in his body that can suppress and control the cold!

It's a pity that Silas, who was lying frozen on the ground, had no chance. His body was motionless, and he couldn't touch the big man who was gradually turning into a rage.

And at this moment, the woman whose strength he had just stolen stood up, and she seemed to say something to the big man, so the big man reluctantly grabbed his arm and pulled himself up.

Although his arm was in severe pain, Silas's heart was filled with joy—without the slightest hesitation, he activated his talent again.

A wonderful power poured into Silas's body from the palm of his hand.

The power of pure ice that was eroding his body one moment and sinking him into an eternal dream, was like a docile servant the next moment, easily gathered in his palm according to Silas' will.

The powerful power extracted from Zhenbing is connected with this wonderful power that seems to come from the blood, forming an intoxicating combination like resonance. Silas resisted the urge to laugh and let this power go without a trace. Without any scruples, it poured out towards the open space in front of it.

A frenzied Icethorn forest like the strangled plants in the Ixtal jungle grew in front of everyone. The high-purity pure ice was decomposed by Silas's talent, and it became a huge ice thorn forest that was enough to create an Ixtar forest. The magic power temporarily changed the terrain within a radius of [-] meters.

Facing such astonishing magic, the Raiders of Winter's Claw all fell into a short thought pause.

They couldn't understand why a warm-blooded person who didn't seem to know the Freljord at all would use Freljord's spells, and such pure Freljord spells.

All eyes were on Silas, staring at his head, as if hoping to see his black hair turn silvery white at a speed visible to the naked eye—it meant that he had activated the ice in his body blood.

However, the facts disappointed everyone.

Silas's hair is still pure black, without any change, it seems that he is not of ice blood at all!
But it is not the blood of ice, why can it break free from the death dream of Zhenbing, and why can it use the magic of blood of aviation ice?

For a moment, many people's eyes fell on Solva - she was the one who stopped Brokval just now, it seems that she has her own understanding of this warm-blooded man?
The corners of Solva's mouth twitched slightly. She seemed very happy and seemed to enjoy this gaze. Everyone only heard her yell, but they didn't know what she yelled.

It seems...she can speak the language used by this warm-blooded person?

A kind of uneasiness haunted Flaina, and the mother of the scar suddenly felt that things seemed to be completely out of her control.

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The shaman and the warmblood talked for a while, and Flaina just stared at them, gnashing her teeth and staring intently.

"What did the warm-blooded man say?" Seeing that their conversation seemed to come to an end, Freina asked impatiently, "Don't hide anything, tell me everything!"

"He said we have common enemies," Solva said, smiling. "He said...we can help each other."

This answer surprised Flaina, she frowned and narrowed her one eye slightly.

"A common enemy... Avarosa?"

"No, it's Demacia." Solva shook his head, "The other side of the Flying Dragon's Spine Mountain Range."

"Is this a traitor who betrayed the tribe?" Freina snorted, "Traitors cannot be trusted."

"He said that he knew the passage to his hometown, enough to bypass the defense line." Solva continued, "He said that there is very rich, like spring all the year round, there is no snow that lingers all year round, and milk and honey flow .”

The description made the warriors of Winter's Claw look overjoyed, and even Fleena's eyes lit up—there's nothing more thrilling for a marauder than finding a bountiful prey!

However, the battle-hardened Flaina is no idiot.

"How do we know... isn't he trying to lead us into a trap?" Freina's one eye was still squinted, "It's a very tempting idea, but every good hunter on the ice field knows that the more tempting something is, the more likely it is." It may be a deadly trap—even the sea worms living in the sea of ​​ice know how to seduce those greedy travelers with the leftover flesh and blood."

Solva really wanted to say that the old god guided her to find him, but considering Flaina's attitude towards the old god, she decided to change the story.

"He said he saw the oracle." Solva began to carefully weave a lie. "While frozen by the power of True Ice, he saw a dream about the three sisters of the Freljord - the three sisters who redeemed him and gave him the power to control True Ice."

Flaina was skeptical.

But looking at his precious Dongtan, and Zhenbing shining again, Brokval was very happy.

"Three sisters!" the big man exclaimed in surprise, "he knows Avarosa, Serilda, and Lissandra!"

The warriors of Winter's Claw heard the words and talked a lot.

Many people subconsciously grabbed all kinds of strange amulets that belonged to them, and began to pray "with Freljord characteristics".

To most warriors of Winter's Claw (with the exception of superstitious ones like Brokvar), the Old Gods are little more than a "rather believable" reverence.

But the three sisters are the ancestors and the source of strength in the true sense.

The Three Sisters are legends, the greatest and most revered warriors of the Freljord - and in the old ballads, they are heroes of the distant past!
They are the pride of this frozen land and the chosen ones of this land. Today, most of the tribes in the entire Freljord claim to be descendants of the three sisters.

And, don't forget, the three sisters are the original Iceborn, the ones who passed down the ice blood!
If it is the enlightenment of the three sisters... then it can indeed give a warm-blooded person the power to control the ice!

Flaina was still hesitating.

But the cheers that Brokvar took the lead had spread to the other fighters.

In this case, Flaina's attitude is actually not important anymore.

Flaina is not a battle mother. Although she is highly regarded by everyone, she does not agree with one word - everyone will support her command in the battle, but regarding the direction of looting, this is not something that Flaina can decide with one word. things.

Solva is very clear that as long as the three sisters are mentioned, the warriors of the ice blood will be in awe and faith. They know the preciousness and strength of this kind of power, so they always have a kind of personal feeling towards the source of this power. imaginary respect.

And this is exactly what Solva wants to take advantage of.

Solva knew very well that the Demacian had some means of stealing power. He first stole the gift from the old gods, and then recklessly stole the power of Zhenbing, almost freezing to death. With the help of stealing the power of Brokvar's icy blood.

Moreover, it seemed that this guy could only hold one kind of power at a time, so when he stole the power of True Ice, his power was returned, and he also recovered from the state of being about to be frozen to death.

This is exactly what Solva relied on to cooperate with him-he is indeed full of hatred for his hometown, and he really hopes that Winter's Claw will go south to plunder, which is one of the foundations of the cooperation between the two parties.

"He has to prove that he is worthy of our trust." Just when Solva was happy, Freina mused, "He will plunder with us and deal with the Avarosa people together."

Solva nodded.

"If he plays well and takes credit, then maybe we can listen to his advice—let him talk about these secret passages to Demacia," Freina continued, "and if something goes wrong , you need to take full responsibility."

"It's Demacia." Solva nodded again, "No problem."