First, take down the Sword Demon, then save Runeterra.

"A mass riot?!" Lissandra instantly flashed to the old priest's side. "Not a single one remained conscious? They're all in a bloodthirsty state?"

Loraka wiped away her cold sweat: "I teleported to the troll cell immediately, and within minutes, the trolls suddenly started yelling and slamming their bodies against the walls and doors!"

"All I can see are berserk trolls! The Iceborn are almost overwhelmed; I have no choice but to teleport back to seek my mistress's help..."

Lissandra, without asking any more questions, was about to teleport deep underground when she was stopped by Atto, who had a silent expression.

"Old witch, what's the deal with the trolls imprisoned deep underground? And what's with the sudden riot?"

“I will explain to you,” Lissandra said urgently. “Please trust me now. Let’s quell the riot first. If things get chaotic, wouldn’t that give that traitor an opportunity? And what if a troll gets close to the seal? What do you think will happen?”

"You are all intelligent and capable people. If you understand the situation, then come with me to quell the riot!"

As she spoke, Lissandra quickly created a small teleportation array, enveloping Ator and Riven. The latter had already understood from Lissandra's eyes and decided to do as Lissandra said for the time being, so she did not make any rash moves.

The three were teleported underground, where the environment became much darker.

The space here is more open, with the ceiling about ten meters above the ground, and is divided into sections by steel and stone pillars.

Deafening roars echoed everywhere, the divided cells were completely destroyed, and hundreds of tall, dark figures were wreaking havoc.

They are over five meters tall on average, with ice-blue skin, strong limbs, thick hair on their heads, and long fangs sticking out from the corners of their mouths.

The trolls are a unique race in Freljord.

Ator soon noticed that the eyes of those ferocious trolls were gleaming with a faint purple light.

"You all need to retreat immediately!" Lissandra's heart was bleeding as her voice echoed throughout the troll prison.

These Iceborn were an important force for her to monitor the void. They were developed one by one as she walked through the dream world, and more than half of them have been killed or wounded under the fierce offensive!

The Iceborn humans, who were struggling to hold on, felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They each threw out a few ice spells to slightly hinder the procession and ran towards the female chieftain.

The trolls, realizing their target had retreated, roared and tried to give chase, only to crash headlong into the suddenly appearing ice wall.

Lissandra's inhuman arms had already been raised, quickly creating an ice wall to cover the Iceborn's retreat.

The trolls hammered at the ice wall like madmen, causing more and more cracks to appear, and it could not hold for much longer.

"Hey, isn't this just ordinary ice? Why don't you make True Ice?" Ato and the Darkborn were all searching for a figure that resembled Zolani, and couldn't spare much attention.

Lissandra gritted her teeth and said, "Don't confuse ordinary ice with Pure Ice! What do you think Pure Ice is? You want me to create Pure Ice on a large scale? Only Anivia, the goddess of cold and ice, can create Pure Ice infinitely!"

"Unless you sacrifice your two sisters and all the snowmen again, like you did ten thousand years ago?" Atto couldn't resist a provocative remark.

Lissandra snorted coldly, offering no rebuttal, and said while maintaining the ice wall, "These trolls, like the Iceborn, are a very important force to me."

"Do you have any way to get them back to normal? I'll owe you a huge favor."

“It’s hopeless.” The speaker was Aatrox, who appeared as a phantom. “They’ve all been tainted by the Void’s aura and have been corrupted. I know this all too well. The end is irreversible.”

Lissandra refused to believe it: "You were corrupted by the Void... but didn't you regain your sanity? You were also corrupted by the Void, yet you can still communicate with me normally!"

Aatrox mimicked him, saying, "Don't confuse these lowly creatures with celestial warriors. Trolls are too low a level of existence; once they're tainted by the Void, they can't escape. Putting them in Ornn's scabbard won't help."

"The scabbard can only help the Celestial Warriors regain their sanity. Look at us now, have we returned to our original Celestial bodies? Even Ornn couldn't solve this corruption. Why don't you find someone stronger than Ornn? Hahahaha!"

Lissandra was speechless. Aatrox's reasoning was sound; the Darkin still maintained their dark appearance, while the golden appearance she saw in her dream made it perfectly plausible to call them two different creatures.

"What should we do then...?"

Ator grinned: "What else can we do? Cut them all down, right? Are you suggesting we let the trolls demolish your Frostguard Fortress?"

"Chop them all down?" Riven, who had been curiously observing these strange creatures, became interested and pulled out her heavy halberd, eager to try it out.

Lissandra's expression turned bitter. Raising a troll was no easy task. She had secretly collected thousands of newborn trolls and started the selection process from there. Those that survived to adulthood were all outstanding individuals in the species.

They also need to consume dozens of times more food than ordinary people, train combat skills, and cultivate loyalty, each of which requires enormous resources.

Although Lissandra is blind, her senses are exceptionally strong.

In her unique perspective, the bodies of the hundreds of elite trolls selected from the dungeon were now filled with purple energy, without exception.

"Sigh...then I'll leave it to you."

Although it pained her, she made her decision and led the remaining Iceborn away from the Troll Dungeon via teleportation.

With Lissandra gone, the ice wall lost its magical power and was easily shattered by the berserk troll.

They roared with triumphant cries, celebrating their victory over the damned obstacle, and charged toward the two remaining men in the dungeon.

"That old witch, she created this trouble herself and then dumps it on us to solve?" Ato muttered as he drew his Darkin sword. "Riven, hurry up and finish this job. Among the Iceborn she took away earlier, there's a good chance that Zoranny is hiding there, using illusions or other abilities to change her appearance."

"And who knows, maybe these trolls were also infected by the void..."

Before he could finish speaking, the first troll had already charged in front of him.

He clenched his fists, raised them above his head, his muscles bulging, and slammed them down at Atto and Riven.