Lissandra's Troubles

In the far north, at Frostguard Fortress.

In this magnificent fortress, which has stood for a thousand years and is forged from black ice, coldness is the dominant color, as if there is no warmth from the human world.

Even without the formidable frost guards, ordinary people would have no chance of entering this place; the bone-chilling cold would kill them instantly.

In the center of the palace, a group of frost guards knelt on the ground, awaiting the fortress's supreme queen to issue her decrees.

"waste……"

The ethereal voice seemed to come from the depths of the black ice, devoid of any emotion, as if it were merely stating a word, yet it caused the waiting frost priests to lower their heads involuntarily.

On the throne, black ice gradually solidified into a human form and lifted her into the sky.

The enormous headdress, resembling bull horns, obscured her eyes, revealing only half of her face, which was as pale as paper.

"Marukolo was killed by a mere blonde girl..."

Lissandra slowly turned her neck and moved her body, as if an ice sculpture had just come to life and was adapting to her new body.

"Fortunately, Glenna is dead too."

Lissandra said, as if talking to herself.

The Avarosan tribe had always believed they were descendants of the Avarosan, but Lissandra didn't care about that.

But ever since Glenna took over the Horde, she has been dedicated to following in Avarossa's footsteps... which is what touched Lissandra's sore spot.

In the existing, widely circulated history of Freljord, a thousand years ago, when the gods ruled Freljord, it was the three ice sisters—the eldest, Ceirda; the second, Avarosa; and the youngest, Lissandra—who ended the gods' rule and ushered in the human era.

The eldest and second eldest sisters died in the war, leaving only Lissandra as the sole surviving hero, who undeniably reigns supreme over this land.

But Lissandra knew that the real history wasn't as beautiful as the rumors portrayed...

For millennia, Lissandra has been dedicated to burying the truth, and she will not allow anyone to even entertain the idea of ​​digging it up.

Glenna crossed the line... She died without cause, and the destruction of the Avarosa tribe was not unjust either.

What Lissandra didn't expect was that her subordinates were so incompetent, allowing Avarosa's only son to escape time and time again... and even leading her to the so-called "Avarosa's tomb".

What tomb of Avarosa? Lissandra knew that her second sister, Avarosa, had been sealed in the Howling Abyss by her own hands during the battle with the Void Watchers a thousand years ago. How could there be any tomb?

However, in Lissandra's view, everything is still going according to plan.

"Where is that chosen one of Ornn's gods?"

She spoke in a cold tone, but the Frost Priests below dared not be negligent.

"He...he killed Draklon and fled with the Claws of Winter."

"What a piece of trash."

The frost priests lowered their heads even further.

"We will continue to send people to hunt them down..."

"No, you've misunderstood me."

Lissandra said lazily, whether it was her natural tone or she simply lacked patience with her subordinates.

"Drakrond is dead, he was blind... I did not allow you to fight him without permission."

"This is……"

In Lissandra's view, the death of Draklon was nothing compared to the Frost Priestess's unauthorized pursuit of a chosen one of the gods.

She didn't care about the lives of a single soldier; what truly mattered to her was the demigod standing behind the chosen one.

"Go find him, find him. If he's still with Winter's Claw... we can re-establish an alliance with Winter's Claw."

She paused for a moment, then added.

"An alliance of equals."

"Yes."

"Also, find me that Vastaya rabbit-man."

"Yes."

Lissandra's orders came one after another, seemingly swift and decisive, but in reality, she knew in her heart that she had run out of options...

The seal on the Void Watcher is loosening, and Lissandra can clearly sense that it is probably not far from the seal breaking down.

But the situation now is very different from that of a thousand years ago.

At that time, they had the three Ice Sisters, the two older sisters were no weaker than her, and they had a group of Ice Bloodline members under their command.

At the same time, they also had the help of the Yeti tribe and the assistance of the friendly demigods, so the final result was only a Pyrrhic victory.

Now, the demigods have vanished without a trace, and of the three sisters, only she remains. The Yeti race, who possess the magic of True Ice, have also been sealed away in the Howling Abyss and disappeared without a trace.

Even though Lissandra has been working to win over powerful tribes with her Frost Priestess title and her own prestige over the years, the power she has accumulated is still limited.

So Lissandra didn't care about anything else anymore. Whatever the favored one of the gods or the magic of the spirit world might be of some use, it was her lifeline, and she had to hold on to it tightly.

Otherwise, once the seal on the Void Monitor breaks, she herself will be the first to suffer...

……

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"Just a little further south, and we'll be there! Keep going, everyone!"

Sejuani, riding on Steelmane, called out to her people behind her.

This time, she finally didn't have to walk with Herren. This time, they were well-prepared and lucky. Perhaps the south was indeed warmer, and they didn't encounter such a severe blizzard again.

Moreover, with the aid of the combustion compound, this migration went incredibly smoothly.

Taking a sip of the combustion solution is warm and comforting.

Sejuani held the map, and although she was encouraging her, she couldn't understand it at all and had no idea where she was.

"Heron, how much longer do we have to walk?"

"You're asking me? There aren't even any trees here, no landmarks, so I don't know either... but as long as you're heading in the right direction, you should be able to get there eventually."

"...I'm not sure if we should trust the Noxians."

Sejuani casually flicked the map in her hand.

"Maybe this map is just a piece of waste paper, and only you would treasure such a strange and unusual thing."

"Hey! Don't break it, give it to me if you're not going to look at it!"

"Hmph, this is the tribe's property. As the War Mother, of course I should take it."

Sejuani raised her head and said, but Harren, who was afraid that Sejuani would damage the map, immediately flipped over and jumped from his Juvask onto Steelmane, sitting face to face with Sejuani, and snatched the map away.

Although a larger saddle had been specially made for Steelmane's size, it was still a single seat. The two were almost pressed together, and Sejuani's body stiffened instantly, allowing Harren to snatch the map and stuff it into her arms.

"I should keep such an important thing safe."

"you……"

Sejuani finally realized what was happening and almost instinctively pushed Heron back.

It's not that she's opposed to it, it's just that Sejuani is currently at the front of the line, with so many people watching, under everyone's gaze...

As a result, this push sent Herren off the saddle and onto his buttocks, landing squarely on the steel-needle-like fur of the steel bristles.

"Holy crap!"

As if electrocuted, Helen sprang up and lunged forward. Sejuani, who had no time to react, was caught in the attack, and the two embraced each other before plunging headfirst into the snow.