Ali's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 650 Under the Abyss

Night falls.

In the Rakstark settlement, a ray of dark cold magic distorted a small space and then tore it apart.

Black magic oozes out like mist.

Immediately afterwards, a tall and thin mage wearing a black robe walked out of the torn space, holding a deerbone staff in his hand, his tall and thin body was like a dry tree, and the black robe covered all his parts .

Only the hand holding the deerbone staff can be seen.

The skin was extremely pale and wrinkled.

This is an old mage.

The old mage walked silently in the dark night and snowstorm, towards the triangular house where Ari slept.

"Who?"

Ahri's voice came from inside the house.

The old mage hadn't approached yet, but Ahri still sensed the dark and cold magic.

This kind of magic used to symbolize death in the Northland.

No one can escape.

The old mage stopped and stood still in the snow, soundless, like a god of death spreading terror.

"By the command of my lord..."

An old and hoarse voice scratched his throat, and came from the mouth of the old mage, "The blood allies of the Avarosa tribe, please go to the Frostguard Fortress."

"Now?"

Ali asked.

"Now."

The old mage replied.

Ahri rubbed Ashe's face and pulled out his tail, "This is the high priest of the Frostguard tribe, he never goes out."

"Dracrone in Frostguard Fortress?"

Ashe's face was reddish, and she gasped when she spoke, but her expression was very serious.

"Ah."

Ali nodded.

Legend has it that there are three Drakronds in Frostguard Fortress, and they are Lissandra's closest subordinates.

But for thousands of years, people have only seen one of them.

——the one who hunted down Ashe.

"Do you want me to go with you?"

Ashe seemed a little worried. Although the Frost Guard had already formed an alliance with them, the Frost Guard and Lissandra were a mystery to the Freljord from beginning to end.No one knew what she was thinking, no one knew what she would do.

"Need not."

Ahri got off Ashe.

"Then...be careful."

"Ah."

Ari walked out of the house, and the old mage stood hundreds of meters away waiting, his pitch-black figure almost blending into the night.

Ari walked towards him, the archmage channeled the magic in his body into the stag's head staff, and then lightly tapped on the ground, the magic in the deer's head staff melted into the snow, and the dark magic quickly and regularly spread into a magic circle.

"What... what kind of magic is this?"

Ali asked.

The old mage shook his head and kept silent. In the Frostguard Fortress, they collected almost all the hidden magic.

Many things are not known to outsiders.

"Come in."

After about tens of seconds, the magic circle gradually distorted the space.

Although the speed is very slow, Ahri is still a little surprised. After all, there are very few people who control space magic in Runeterra, and they can almost be counted on one hand.

Ahri walked into the circle.

A powerful turbulent flow of magic surged, engulfing Ahri and the archmage, Ahri felt the bone-chilling coldness.

It's just a momentary thing.

"arrive."

The old mage's voice brought Ahri's consciousness back, and in front of them was an ancient frost fortress.

The bottomless abyss, the towering fortress piercing into the sky.

Here lies the history of the Freljord.

All the secrets are hidden here.

……

The surface of the ancient building is frozen and frosty, and every corner seems to hide something ulterior.

Ari controlled himself not to look around.

But she still saw a lot.

Corpses frozen in ice, weapons carved with strange runes, dusty magic tomes, and ancient battlefields.

The Frostguard Fortress is huge, and it took Ahri a long time to arrive at the main castle under the leadership of the old mage.

"go in."

The old mage stood respectfully at the door, "My lord has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Thank you."

Ali thanked him kindly.

Ahri walked into the main castle alone, the lights were dim, and the surroundings were full of shadows. Even though it was not the first time he came, Ahri still felt a heavy sense of oppression, and even his heartbeat became slower unconsciously.

But when Ahri thought of Lissandra, she relaxed.

She has tasted this mysterious woman.

very special.

But she is also a woman, a beautiful woman, and like other women, she can also warm and moisten people.

It may be cold on weekdays, but the body is the same.

"What are you thinking?"

In the deep, narrow, dark, and cold corridor, came a cold voice.

As if hit by an ice edge, the cold spread in Ahri's heart.

Ari was stunned for a few seconds.

Subsequently.

Keep going.

She didn't think about it anymore, Lissandra was here, and she couldn't hide any thoughts.

Ahri enters Lissandra's hall.

Scattered moonlight shone through the dome and entered the hall, and these lights were faintly blue.

Lissandra walked slowly towards Ahri, ice wriggling under her feet.

Lissandra looked at Ahri with complicated eyes.

Silent for a long time.

"You're back."

Lissandra finally spoke, and the heavy pressure gradually dissipated as she spoke.

"You called me here."

Ari pretended to be relaxed.

"Come with me." Lissandra didn't have the slightest intention of reminiscing with Ahri, "You'd better follow closely."

"What are you going to do?"

Ahri followed Lissandra.

This woman's slender back can make people see her loneliness and loneliness at a glance, for thousands of years.

Ahri didn't touch Lissandra, keeping her distance.

Lissandra is not to be touched casually.

"Go and see..."

Lissandra paused, swallowing the fear in her heart, and then continued, "They..."

"Watcher?"

"Ah."

Lissandra walked neither fast nor slow, Ahri followed closely, the two stopped talking, and the entire Frostguard Fortress was dead silent.

Ahri follows Lissandra to the Bridge of Sorrows.

Down below is the Howling Abyss—the howling cold wind blows from the bottom of the abyss, making a woman's wail.

On this bridge, under this abyss, countless people have died.

"Are we going down?"

Ali asked.

"Ah."

Lissandra stood on the stone bridge with a sad expression and a little dignified. She thought of the past and the future.

The past is death.

The future is destruction.

No matter which end, it caused her infinite pain.

"Let's go." Lissandra walked slowly down an artificially dug path on the cliff of the abyss.

Ali followed.

The trail was full of gouges, and Ahri saw blood and bits of flesh on some of the gouges.

The blood has not yet been covered by frost.

"Is someone dead here?"

"Often."

Lissandra walked on by herself, "Every once in a while, someone has to go down to have a look, and there are always some people who can't come back."

"only…"

Lissandra sighed faintly, "This time, death is different."

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ps: py, push this friend's book, more than 1 words of small seedlings ~ "Dragon and Civilization of the Lawless World"

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