LOL: Kaisa's correct evolution manual

"I don't fully understand what you said."

Yasuo stopped holding the sword, a puzzled look on his face: "What does it mean to truly comprehend the true meaning of the wind? Could it be that the Sun Priest of Shurima has also dabbled in the Wind Sword Technique of our Wind Sword School?"

Seeing that he had finally attracted Yasuo's attention, Zhang Xu raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction.

Gale sword technique?

Let me put it this way, I don’t understand anything about this sword technique.

But that doesn't stop me from fooling you.

Moreover, although I don’t know the Wind Sword Technique, I have Janna, who controls the wind element, by my side!

The so-called Gale Swordsmanship is nothing more than integrating swordsmanship with nature and becoming a part of the wind. And Janna is the god who controls the wind element. Zhang Xu believes that Janna can definitely help Yasuo with his understanding of the wind.

Zhang Xu was looking forward to seeing to what extent Yasuo's strength would be improved after he underwent the ascension ceremony and received guidance from Janna.

At the very least, it is more terrifying than the strong wind in the CG, and it may even reach the extent of changing the topography.

After listening to Janna's simple words, Yasuo's eyes suddenly lit up.

As a swordsman with outstanding talent, Yasuo quickly stood out after learning the Wind Sword Technique and became the most outstanding swordsman in the Wind Sword School. He once thought that no one would be able to continue to teach him the Wind Sword Technique, and he once thought that the Wind Sword Technique he mastered was the most perfect Wind Sword Technique.

But Janna opened the door to a new world for him with just two sentences.

Even though he felt bad about the mistakes he had made, he would never miss this great opportunity.

I was planning to go to Shurima...

Maybe accepting his invitation would be a good choice?

Yasuo took a deep breath, took off the unsheathed blade from his waist, held the sword with both hands and made a standard sword salute: "I feel your sincerity, Excellency. I am willing to accept your invitation and go to Shurima."

As these words fell, Yasuo felt as if a vague path had appeared in his heart, and his heart... seemed no longer confused.

"During this period of time, you will follow us. Once we finish what we are going to do, we will send you to Shurima. I hope that during this time, you can learn more from Janna."

Zhang Xu smiled with satisfaction, and his stamp collecting hobby was instantly greatly satisfied.

The feeling of being able to recruit your favorite hero and make him your own... Awesome!

Seeing this, Sarah shrugged and showed an expression of "as expected" to the people around her.

Zhang Xu and his group set out on their journey again.

Just as he was leaving the alley, Zhang Xu glanced back intentionally or unintentionally.

He could feel that when Yasuo agreed to go to Shurima, someone had quietly left.

If I'm not mistaken, that guy should be Yasuo's brother Yongen, right?

Zhang Xu subconsciously glanced at Yasuo and sighed slightly in his heart.

What a touching brotherhood - provided that the two of them didn't die together.

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The wind howled outside the gate, making terrifying screams. The howling wind blew up large snowflakes mixed with small ice cubes, hitting the heavy door with a crackling sound.

This is the cold Freljord, the Land of Trials, the Bridge of Murder. Of course, more locals prefer to call it the Bridge of the Main Castle or the Howling Vault.

Sigvar Half-Barrel, Olar Stonefist, and Halla Icysoul, three Frostguard warriors with great reputation in the Freljord and also possessing the identity of Iceborn, were now walking trembling on the bridge.

The more experienced Olar behaved more steadily. He walked in front, leading the two people behind him past the huge guardian statues. They watched them quietly, watching them walk into the abyss step by step.

None of the three spoke - the cold wind around them formed a vortex, whipping and howling mercilessly. In this situation, some conversation was meaningless.

Soon, they arrived at the other side of the bridge.

Following a very obvious crack on the bridge, the three began to climb down towards the bottomless abyss.

The scene below the abyss was not completely dark. Although the light was dim, it was not the complete darkness that engulfed everything during the winter solstice. Instead, it was more like the afterglow of dusk. The ice itself seemed to be emitting a dim and ethereal light, which was reflected in the thick fog, casting a strange color on the entire abyss.

The howling wind still whipped through the valley, like a ghost's hand pulling at them.

The three of them clearly felt that they were being watched.

In the darkness, it seemed as if there was a huge single eye watching their every move.

The three of them felt inexplicably nervous, but for them, the mission was far from over, and they could only move forward.

In the freezing cold wind, the three of them passed through a narrow gap.

On the other side of the narrow slit is a huge bowl-like cave. The ice surface underfoot here gradually changes from turbid to transparent. The ice bottom in the center of the cave is a perfect plane, like a black mirror. In the center of the cave is a flat and open space, surrounded by a circle of huge and abrupt pure ice. It looks like a pillar, distributed along the circle in the middle of the open space, giving the whole cave a sense of solemnity of a lost god.

There are nine icicles in total, and their name is the Hall of Nine Statue.

It was a great yoke, used to restrain whatever lived beneath the ice.

Their task is to check every ice pillar. They have to make sure that this huge shackle can continue to function and that the group of horrible monsters below continue to be trapped inside.

Under the ice, a huge shadow floated rapidly.

Then, a heavy pressure began to linger in the hearts of the three people. They could see a black shadow flash by with their peripheral vision, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the whistling wind seemed to disappear.

A terrible weight suddenly came down, making it difficult for the three to breathe.

Then, everything seemed to become blurry, and thick fog suddenly rose around the three people, blocking all senses.

When the thick fog dissipated, one of them was standing in the center of the ice, staring down.

A huge, single eye stared back at him, unblinking.

Sigvar could not remember how he had ended up there, but he could feel his soul recoil, his mind screaming, and yet he could not look away, utterly enslaved by that one huge, haunting, lidless eye.

In that gaze lies life, and a vast, unknowable wisdom.