LOL: Kaisa's correct evolution manual

A huge brazier was ablaze with a vibrant fire, the core of the flame rising high into the sky. Long ago, the tribes gathered together to mark the beginning of the festival.

But today, it is not a grand festival, but a long-lost tribal gathering. As winter is about to cover the earth, Ashe knows that she can no longer be so decadent, and the hostile Winter Claw tribe will not let her continue to develop like this.

As the braziers lit, festive cheers should have echoed across the frosted hillside, praying for the blessings of the three sisters. But now, the Avarosan crowd gathered here was silent, and they looked up at the platform where Ashe stood instead of the flames.

Ash's eyes slowly swept over everyone present. No festival had ever gathered so many people. She knew they were all here to see her.

She removed her bow, and the biting cold of True Ice froze her whole body, a feeling she was familiar with by now. She had lived with this weapon for so long, but the cold still hurt—but now she welcomed the pain, using it to focus and clear her mind.

She raised her gaze from the crowd to the blazing fire, took a deep breath, and drew the bowstring.

All the sounds around her fell silent at this moment, and there was silence all around her.

A crystal arrow formed of pure cold air began to emerge, born from the magic of the longbow. Ashe held her breath and let the arrow continue to guide magic through her arms. The temperature on the platform dropped sharply, and frost spread out from under her feet.

The next moment, she raised her arms high, exhaled, and let the arrow fly into the sky.

The ice arrow drew an arc above the crowd and climbed high into the sky. The light emitted by the leaping flames in the burning brazier below was covered by rapidly growing ice crystals. Snow-like crystals began to scatter from the sky, falling towards the crowd below.

In an instant, waves of roars of response broke out from the crowd - people initially called for the blessing of the three sisters, and gradually evolved into shouting Ashe's name.

Ashe held the bow in her hand, took a step forward, suppressed all the sadness in her heart and said loudly:

"People of Avarosa! Fellow countrymen from all over the snowfield! We have gathered here and become one family!"

“I promised each of you that the Freljord would be united and harmonious. But I believe that before that, we still have a fierce battle to fight. No one likes war. You don’t like it, and neither do I.”

"But only after this battle can Freljord usher in a brighter future!"

Ashe's voice was not loud or passionate, but it was this kind of gentle and straightforward narration that touched everyone's heart - or perhaps, Ashe was born with this unique charm that could unite most people around her.

A roar that shook the sky erupted from the crowd.

"war!"

"war!"

"war!"

Ashe thought back to that day - all the unexpected events caught her off guard, the appearance of the ancient god Iron Boar, the disappearance of Tryndamere... the death of Braum, and the heavy damage suffered by Braum.

Tears welled up in Ashe's eyes with rage. She knew that the Winter Claw tribe led by Sejuani was approaching a village of the Avarosa tribe. Although she had already evacuated the people there in advance, she still wanted to make Sejuani and her Winter Claw tribe pay the price.

Only by killing these restless factors can Freljord truly stabilize!

As Ashe was about to give the order, the familiar chill of True Ice spread across her arms. Ashe felt her longbow glow behind her. A slow, cold pulse, like a winter breeze.

Her mind suddenly calmed down.

Her heart still burned, but her people needed her on a path other than revenge.

She stroked the bowstring with her fingers, then raised her head sharply:

"Defeat them, and then...fight them back!"

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In silence, the first group of bear men emerged silently from the dark shadows between the trees - they were savages, their bodies covered with blood and all kinds of dirt. Some of them were not even wearing clothes, and most of them were covered with bear skins or rags.

The beasts that emerged next were mostly bears, of varying sizes and colors. Some of them Udyr recognized, others he had never seen before. They were all once spirit walkers, now trapped in the form of ruthless giant bears, and they had long forgotten that they were once human.

Next came the monsters, all of them strange hybrids of bears and other creatures. They were once human, but now they have been completely devoured by the True Beast Spirits and no longer have the appearance of normal animals. These nightmare creatures slowly emerged from the woods, limping, crawling, and staggering forward.

These guys are all Ursine who follow Volibear.

Udyr covered his chest, trying to hold back the discomfort in his heart. He knew that the bears who followed Volibear were once humans. The long battles gradually blurred their minds and confused their behaviors, so that they had completely degenerated into monsters.

Maybe even Volibear...

Udyr felt a little worried and looked at Sejuani, but she didn't seem to show any surprise or worry.

At the front of the army, Sejuani waved her hand and threw off her cloak. This move was undoubtedly to remind their tribe that the war mother they were loyal to was a true ice blood. Ice magic flowed in her blood, and fighting was the only warmth she needed.

She clearly saw Weskar, the village where Ashe grew up, now deserted.

As she expected, Ash had noticed her move in advance and was fully prepared.

War is coming.

It was no longer a small-scale fight like the previous raids on other tribes, Demacia and Noxus, but a war between the two most powerful tribes on this ice field.

A truly brutal war.

Sejuani muttered to herself in her heart, then turned to look at these bear men who seemed to have lost most of their sanity, and frowned slightly.

These bear people...are indeed a trouble.

Sejuani now doubted whether they could understand her orders, but fortunately, this group of bear men still had a leader.

Or rather, it was Volibear's agent - a man wearing only a huge crow feather hood and a bearskin cloak, the Hunt Lord Na'zak.

There was a gleam in Nazak's eyes that Sejuani could not understand, but she obviously didn't care anymore as long as she could win the war.

Winning is enough.