Ali's Bizarre Adventure

"Demacia..."

Sejuani muttered to herself.

She has heard of this country, and she has also been to the border villages of Demacia and plundered several times.

The land there is not covered by snow.

The clothes people wear are very soft and silky, a fine material, but not very cold.

"Let them wait in the hall, I'll be right there."

Sejuani said.

"Yes."

The footsteps outside the door gradually faded away.

Ahri heard their conversation, and her drowsiness completely dissipated. She was very concerned about Demacia.

After all, this is an important country.

In this country, there are many heroes in lol, and there are many beautiful heroines among them.

Night Hunter - Wayne.

Brilliant Girl - Lacus.

The harp fairy - Sona (Note: 36e!).

Peerless Swordswoman - Fiona.

Fallen Angel - Morgana.

Angel of Justice - Kyle.

Wings of Demacia - Quinn.

The environment of Demacia is better than that of Freljord, and the whole country is like a rich pastoral.

[Another Demacian coming to the Freljord...]

Ahri wondered who this person might be. The Freljord possessed powerful magic inherited from ancient times.

This land can attract some people who are looking for power.

"Sejuani, can I go and see with you?"

Ali said.

Sejuani, who was about to go out, looked back at Ari, "Come if you want, it's not a secret."

"Thank you."

Ahri followed Sejuani out.

Sejuani is now going to deal with the tribe's business, and Ahri was a little surprised that she could bring herself along.

After all, she is just an outsider.

Even friendship.

Ahri is only a friend of Sejuani alone, not a friend of the tribe of Winter's Claw.

……

in the hall.

Sejuani sat on the Warmother's seat, and Ahri sat on her right, which was originally the seat of the blood alliance.

But Sejuani told Ahri to sit here.

Ali didn't refuse.

Ahri's eyes fell on the four people in the hall, among them was an older woman.

She was wearing a tan battle suit, with a tomahawk pinned to her waist and a chain hammer in her hand.Her legs and arms were bare, and there were old scars on her bare tanned skin.

Obviously this is a battle-hardened Iceborn warrior.

Behind the woman stood a big man, about two meters two and three in height, as strong as a bull.

The raised muscles look full of strength.

Unlike most of the Freljord, he does not have long hair, but a neat short one.

He carried a broadsword behind his back.

On the hilt of the sword, there was a pale ice crystal inlaid, surrounded by a cold white frost mist visible to the naked eye.

——This is a true ice weapon!

And this man, just standing respectfully behind the woman, seemed to be of a lower status than that woman.

On the right side of these two people is a slender and quiet girl in a snow-white robe.

Around the age of sixteen and seventeen winters.

In her hand she held a staff that was overflowing with magical energy.

This girl should be Sister Frost Sauval, after all, she looks quiet, not like a warrior.

The last person was standing beside the girl, very close to her, their arms were almost touching.

This is a middle-aged man, his appearance is a bit vicissitudes, his beard is unshaven, and he should have not taken care of it for a long time.

His hands were shackled and dragged by heavy chains.The upper body is bare, and the lower body is dressed in heavy fur and woolen fabrics, which looks a bit inconsistent, like a beggar wearing a cotton jacket in summer.

[No way…]

Ahri felt a strong sense of familiarity the moment he saw him.

This shape is too familiar.

[Could it be... Silas? ]

Ahri stared at the shackles in his hand, which looked very heavy and generous.

Off-white color, seems to be made of wood.

"Fleiner."

Sejuani put her arms on the armrest, "You came to see me, there must be something important?"

"Yes."

Frenner, the mother of scars, pointed to the foreigner, "He is from Demacia, and he said he saw the oracle of the three sisters. A dream, about the dream of the three sisters, he said that the three sisters guided him to come here."

Sejuani's expression became extremely solemn.

Every Freljord is filled with awe when he hears of the Three Sisters, their greatest warriors.

Sejuani, who sticks to the tradition, will certainly not desecrate the three sisters.

"Solva... is this true? You are the messenger of the old gods, have you seen any omens?"

Sejuani asked.

"It was just a vague but strong intuition that the Old Gods made me join Flaynor's raiding party. To be honest, I didn't know what to expect, but I knew long ago that I had to believe an impulse."

Solva's voice is nice and warm, like the sound of water.

"Catastrophe or hope?"

Sejuani asked.

Sejuani's voice is also very gentle and very pious, which is a little different from her usual speech.

She respects the old beliefs of the Freljord.

"I do not know."

Sister Frost Sauval said apologetically, "I only know that I must save this person."

Sister Frost stretched out her hand to Sejuani.

Palms facing up.

Sejuani walked over, stuck out her tongue, and slowly licked her palm, from the closed fingers to the palm...

This is the old hand-licking salute.

It's a homage to the old gods.

"This stranger, invited us to his country, where he said there were great tracts of fertile land uncovered by snow, waiting to be claimed. There were fat cattle everywhere, and gold and silver flowed in the streets."

There was a gleam in the eyes of Fleiner, the mother of scars, "He knows the secret path leading there."

"I see this as an opportunity."

Fleiner continued.

Sejuani was lost in thought, plundering other countries would always make Sejuani more excited.

She has plundered Noxian warships.

She also raided the borders of Demacia.

But she never took her tribe out in a real sense to fight other countries on a large scale.

It made her blood boil,

Reason makes her worry...

Chapter 446 Silas

Sejuani pondered for a long time.

It is not an easy task to lead the Winter's Claw southward and capture the country of Demacia.

She knew very little about Demacia.

"Foreigner, what's your name?"

Sejuani's stern gaze swept over the middle-aged man who looked like a beggar.

"Silas!"

The middle-aged man held his head high and held his chest high, with a strong determination in his eyes under the shadow of his long hair.

He looks very free and easy.

"Demacia is your hometown, right?"

"Yes."

"Why should we believe the words of a man who can even betray his own hometown?"

Sejuani's tone was cold.

"15 years of darkness..." There was a trace of anger in Silas' eyes, "It's just because I was born with magic."

Silas told his story slowly.

"I was born in a poor family in Demacia, and I was gifted with magic from birth. Heh, having magic is also a sin, have you heard it? It's like this in Demacia."

"I've never heard of that."

"Although I hid the fact that I was a mage, I was discovered by my parents. They were heartbroken and hugged each other and cried. In the end, they decided to let me surrender to the magic seeker. At that time, I was just a child. I Can't choose."

"Then you're in jail?"

Sejuani asked.

"If I went to jail directly, then I should be like most Demacian mages. I died in prison. It's a pity... I discovered the truth and the hateful faces of the Demacian nobles."

Silas said through gritted teeth.

"The magic seekers discovered that I have the magical ability to perceive magic. Thanks to this, I was not directly put into a black prison. Instead, it was like a tool for the magic seekers to find out other mages in the crowd.

One by one, the mages were sent to the black prison and tortured.

And I'm proud of it.

At least I can do something for my country.I foolishly hope to be loyal to my country forever.