Ali's Bizarre Adventure

"Then Ashe will leave it to you, I hope you can all walk down the snow mountain alive."

Logren took out his warhammer, "I give you my weapons."

The other oath father also took off the saber from his waist. It was a long sword with a red sheath and was finely crafted.

"This sword is also given to you, it may be useful."

These weapons accompany them throughout their lives as warriors, for more than ten years, decades, day and night.

This is the most precious thing about them.

Ahri stretched out her hand to catch the warhammer, and she staggered under a terrifying sense of heaviness.

"It doesn't seem to be suitable for us, take this warhammer away."

Ali smiled.

The oath father had no choice but to take the warhammer back, after all, there were only three young girls in front of him.

Ashe took the longsword from another sworn father.

"Protect yourself, child."

The sworn father hugged Ashe again, "May Avarosa guide you."

"And guide you too, my sworn father."

Ai Xi reluctantly parted from them. These people were all her closest people, and now there were not any of them left.

But Ahri and Lilia were with her.

Ashe is not alone.

……

In the following days and nights, the cavalry led by Delacron once again appeared in the sight of Ahri and the others.

But the number of people is much less.

And it is decreasing every day.

The dark magic that enveloped them was also slowly weakening, and their speed also slowed down.

"It seems that Delacron's magic is not endless."

Ali said.

"But they kept chasing us and didn't want to let us go. When we reached the top of the mountain, there was no way out."

Ashe was a little worried.

"Are you worried that there is no throne of Avarosa on the top of the mountain?"

"Yes…"

Ashe muttered softly, "You shouldn't have followed."

Ashe didn't want to disappoint her mother, so she would rather risk her life to go to the top of the mountain, she has accepted her fate.

But the arrival of Ari and Lilia made her worry.

She was beginning to fear that it was just a legend.

"We'll know the answer tonight."

Ari gently stroked the snowflakes off Ashe's hair, "Let's walk faster and try to reach the top of the mountain before dark."

The sun was setting a little bit, and Delacron was chasing after him.

But they are still a long way off.

Ari and Ai Xi climbed to the top of the mountain first, and the sunset glow reflected the ice on the top of the mountain into brilliant red.

In the middle of the top of the mountain is a wide and flat rocky land covered with solid ice.

On the edge of the rocky ground, there are remnants of rock walls.

"Nothing... nothing..."

Ai hoped for the empty rocks on the top of the mountain, and a sense of despair rose in her heart, and the deep sense of powerlessness nearly made her collapse.

"There...is a tomb."

Ari pointed to a small bump in the middle of the wide rocky ground, which looked like a stone from a distance.

But if you look closely, you can find that this is a simple tomb.

There are no tombstones, but piles of rubble.

Ashe rushed over like crazy, she failed to see the legendary golden hall, nor did she see the luxurious ancient tomb.

That legend was just a story about putting a child to sleep.

"no no no……"

Ashe knelt in front of the grave, digging the gravel with both hands.

Although she thought that the result would be like this, but at this moment, she still couldn't accept it.

She lost almost everything.

If the mother's madness is only in exchange for the demise of the tribe, then the mother will no longer be a great war mother.

But a despised lunatic.

Ashe knew that her mother was dedicated to Avarosa, and Ashe could not accept this ending.People will write their mother's madness into ballads and sing them everywhere to laugh at their mothers.

Nobody cared what Glenna thought.

No one cares what kind of person Glenna is.

They would only laugh at the fact that Avarosa's war mother bet the entire tribe for a legend.

In the end her blood alliance died, her daughter died, her sister died, her people died.

And she herself died.

The bloodline of Avarosa, the only great queen who unified the Freljord, died at the hands of this lunatic.

"don't want……"

Ashe dug the gravel, her hands dripping with blood...

Chapter 328 Lilia's Love

On the top of the snow-capped mountain, on the wide and flat rocky ground, a small tomb is isolated in it.

Ashe dug the gravel frantically, the delicate skin of her hands was punctured, and the gravel was embedded in her palms, turning bloody.

"Don't...don't..."

Ashe couldn't stop trembling, she couldn't even feel the pain from her hands.

Ashe accepted death in her heart.

But she couldn't accept the demise of the tribe, let alone her mother being reviled.

A terrifying breath came from below the snow-capped mountain, and a frost priest in black robe climbed to the top of the mountain.

Then more people showed up.

Their faces and whole bodies were hidden in black robes and cloaks, and they looked like ghosts.

No one could see their expressions and eyes clearly.

"All right."

A familiar voice sounded, "This game is over, girls, it's time to hit the road."

Delacron came out from the crowd, his thin and tall figure, matched with his clothes, looked a little weird.

Every step he took brought a sense of suffocating terror.

"Ah... how... what should I do?"

Lilia felt the real breath of death, and Lilia didn't hide behind Ahri at this time.

Instead, he stood side by side with Ari in fear, fear, and trembling.

If she had to die, she didn't want Ari to die first.

As Delacron approached, the bone-chilling cold hit Ahri and Lilia, and every time he took a step, a thick layer of frost was left on the ground.Dark magic energy overflowed from his body, as if solid.

"Don't... don't be afraid..."

Ahri's voice was also trembling, although she had also encountered a terrifying black magician like Syndra.

But there is still humanity in Syndra's heart, and her nature is not evil.

She is not like Delacron, who in front of her feels like an emotionless devil.

He has great power and has accepted the order to kill them.

When faced with this kind of thing, Ahri deeply felt the approach of death, and it was hard not to be afraid.

Ahri stared at the slits in the eye area of ​​Delacron's iron helmet.

It was extremely dark inside, Ahri couldn't see his eyes, and not a single part of his body was exposed.

"Magic and Charm!"

Ahri chanted the spell, and a ray of light red magic floated towards Delacron.

But he didn't wear Delacron's mage robes and the black magic around him.

"no……"

Ari was a little desperate, "Lilia, you run first!"

Ari took out Qianben, and she knew that she could not defeat Delacron and the dozen or so frost priests behind him.

But now we can only buy time.

Ahri only has one teleportation left now, she doesn't want to escape by herself and let Lilia die here.

The long-term companionship has already made her fall in love with Lilia deeply.

"I want to fight with you!"

Lilia said firmly, "Ari, I am just a deer born from a dream. I am satisfied to come to this world, meet you, live for so long, and meet so many people."

"I don't allow you to hurt Ahri!"

Lilia stood in front of Ahri, holding the fantasy branch tightly, watching Dracrond walking towards them.

Delacron's legs were covered under the black robe, and he couldn't see any ups and downs when he walked, as if he was moving slowly in the snow.He didn't care about what Lilia said at all, and he didn't care about Lilia's posture at all.

Lilia's fantasy branch exudes colorful magical energy, which is more gorgeous than ever.

She raised the dream branch and threw it at Dracron.

Splendid magic burst out from the branches of fantasy, like an avalanche rushing towards Dracron, turbulent and majestic.

A dark magic shield emerged from Delacron's body.

Not only did he protect himself, but he also protected all the frost priests behind him. Lilia's magic flowed through his shield and went away to the distance, gradually dissipating at the end of the snow mountain and in the night sky.

"I know more about magic than you do."

Delacron's voice was cold, without the slightest fluctuation, like a whisper spit out from the mouth of a corpse.

But the voice was familiar.

This feeling made Ahri and Lilia feel a little weird.

Delacron took out a black iron battle ax from his black robe, walked slowly towards Lilia, and slashed at her slowly.

It was as if time stood still and he was the only one passing by.

Lilia could see his movements clearly, but she couldn't dodge his attacks.

"what--"

Lilia let out a sharp scream.