LOL: Kaisa's correct evolution manual

"So, you're going to let me wander around the ice field? Whether I can find them depends entirely on my luck?"

"No, on the contrary, I know their whereabouts."

Lissandra shook her head and said in an inexplicable tone: "The Yeti outpost, there are ruins left by the lost Yeti civilization. Although Nunu and Willump often play in that mountain range, their general area is there."

"Zhang Xu, I only have one request. No matter what, don't hurt them."

Lissandra looked at Zhang Xu, and he actually saw sincerity on Lissandra's face.

"Don't worry, I'm not so wicked as to attack a child. We in Shurima respect the elderly and love the young the most. Even in the ascension ceremony, the elderly and children are given priority."

Zhang Xu agreed with a smile, because that was what he thought.

Regardless of whether the ice gem is the only unknown seventh rune, he will not take it away by force. Of course, except for Ezreal.

I don’t know why, but when he was robbing this guy’s things, Zhang Xu felt at ease and didn’t feel the slightest bit of guilt.

Tsk, I suddenly thought of Ezreal...

It seems like we haven’t seen each other for a while. How about we find some time to meet up later?

However, this guy seems to have been plucked bald by himself... I don't know if something will appear on his body after such a long time.

"Let's go, I'll take you there."

The thick layer of True Ice slowly floated and hovered in the air, and Lissandra's figure also floated in the air: "That is a village along the way close to the Sea of ​​Ice... They are likely to play there."

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Under the guidance of Lissandra, everyone finally came to the ruins of the so-called snowman tribe - a few dilapidated stone tablets and statues stood on a huge ice field, and there was no sign of its former glory.

Anne looked around curiously, and a look of disappointment gradually appeared in her eyes: "Is this... the ruins of the Yeti tribe?"

"Ah."

Lissandra nodded and walked in front. Despite the heavy snow, her voice always reached everyone's ears accurately: "It has been a long time since the Yeti tribe was destroyed... so long that even their remains are covered by the snow. What you see now is the last proof that the Yeti tribe once ruled this area."

"Ahem...it seems to be even colder here."

Gwen couldn't help but blow her nose, rubbing her hands to relieve the icy feeling around her. Her delicate face was completely wrinkled. Fortunately, Gwen also mastered magic, so she wouldn't be frozen by the ice. But this cold feeling was also unpleasant.

"That's right, it's cold. Except for the northernmost part of Freljord, this place is the coldest. Otherwise, it wouldn't be named the Sea of ​​Ice. The ruins of the Yeti tribe are here. Based on my understanding of the two of them, they shouldn't have gone too far. Maybe you can try to look for them."

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Willump suddenly raised his head, but his action did not attract the attention of Nunu. At this moment, he was concentrating on the ice in front of him and did not notice the abnormality of his companion, even though it had stood up straight and blocked out all the sunlight above his head.

Willump looked out into the distance—he could smell curses, a stench of hate... like trolls. But he could also smell hope.

It was a sweetness that was beyond description, just like the child it was protecting.

A beautiful existence.

不 ...

Perhaps what it smells now is a better existence.

Before meeting Nunu, it had never felt those special things in others, not even the three ice sisters. After meeting Nunu, it thought it would never feel the sweetness of others again.

But it found out it was wrong.

Willump felt more lost than ever before—never in his long life had he felt as confused as he had been in recent days.

On the plains of the Freljord, the heart of Nunu and the strength of Willump allow the duo to do what neither of them could do alone: ​​embark on an adventure! Guided by the songs of Nunu’s mother, they snowball from place to place, always clinging to the hope that she’s alive and waiting out there somewhere.

But Willump knows that with magic and dreams come responsibilities. Sooner or later, their game will end, because the black ice in the heart of the Freljord is gradually melting.

It had already prepared for this, ready to face those terrifying and unknown guys.

But not long ago, the black ice that it thought was enough to threaten the entire Freljord disappeared!

Completely disappeared!

Willump had no idea what was going on...well, Willump didn't really care, he had already forgotten about it deep in his heart.

But today, it remembered again.

Because it smells sweet scent and hope.

A kind of...very different from Nunu, but more beautiful than Nunu.

Is it...that direction?

Willump's heart throbbed. Perhaps... he saw more than just hope for the Freljord.