In the alliance, the more they attack me, the stronger I become!

"Let's go, Kami." The gravekeeper took her granddaughter's hand and said goodbye to everyone.

But just as she was about to leave, she asked out of curiosity, "By the way, where is that burly man with a mustache who often drinks here? Why didn't I see him today? Kemi really likes his Poro pet."

"Oh, you mean Braum?" The tavern owner suddenly remembered the bald, burly man who often carried an oversized shield. "He seemed to have heard something last night and hurried away with his shield... We don't know where he went."

"last night?"

"Yes."

"Um... okay, bye."

Kerr had no interest in asking further questions, so he waved his hand and left.

She just thought it was a coincidence.

Last night...it was when she was scared away by the terrifying thunder of the bear spirit.

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In the southern Freljord, on the border with the Noxian Empire, in the Turkzir Mountains.

A group of "Ice Barbarians" wearing fur coats and riding Juvask boars are moving steadily towards the north.

The vast majority of them were dressed in the most classic Freljord attire, while a small number of people, seemingly from the south, all hid in the carriages.

Their team was long, but not too many people - about thirty or forty people, about the size of a small tribe.

In the center of the team, there was a huge carriage that required four Juvask boars and six horses to pull it, and it was covered with an opaque black curtain.

Hidden under the curtain is not an ordinary wooden carriage, but a "metal cage" made of fully enclosed steel plates.

Others might think that there is some priceless treasure hidden in this carriage, but everyone in this group knows that the truth is not so.

What is hidden inside is not some treasure, on the contrary, it is terrifying.

That is a real weapon of war.

A "living" weapon of war...

A city-breaking weapon more effective than a battering ram, a super weapon more suitable for mass destruction than a magician, a charging weapon more terrifying than the charge of the Iron Legion...

Fortunately, it is quiet now.

As long as it is not activated, there is no danger.

But once it moves... even the teammates who are currently responsible for escorting it will be ruthlessly crushed by it.

Even the magician who unleashes it must be prepared to sacrifice himself.

It was often a symbol of imperial honor, but now it is a weapon of war sent into battle.

Almost no one knew it existed—or at least no one knew it existed at all. It should have perished in a victorious war last century.

Only the people of Black Rose know the secret.

Only the people of Black Rose know that it has a similar ability to Experiment No. 47 - immortality.

As long as there is enough magic power to drive it, it can continue to kill. Even if its body is destroyed, it can rebuild its selfless body with the flesh and blood of others.

Of course, both driving and recasting require the help of Black Rose.

It always goes through the process of being fought, scrapped, brought back for recasting, and put back into battle, like a killing machine that can be brought back for replacement parts after the war.

It has no ability to heal itself or control flesh and blood. This near-immortal combat ability is all thanks to a legendary person——

"As long as we follow the methods taught by the Pale Lady, no matter how damaged it was during this operation, it can be repaired... It's a shame it can't simply devour flesh and blood on the battlefield to heal itself, otherwise it would save a lot of trouble. Of course, this is already very powerful."

A magician patted the steel plate under the black curtain, his words revealing his admiration for the Pale Lady.

Magic that allows the dead to stand up and fight again... This ability is truly something that all magicians need to admire.

"You're right," the magician beside him nodded. His fitted fur coat made him look just like a Freljordian. "Don't worry, though. I don't think it'll take much damage this time."

"is it?"

"Well, because this operation is not difficult."

"To annihilate two sizable barbarian tribes, and to do it on their home turf... isn't that difficult?"

"It's okay. Their strongest is gone. The remaining barbarians won't pose much of a threat to our weapons of war."

The young magician smiled, revealing confidence and sunshine.

But... this smile has a somewhat feminine feel.

It didn't sound like a man's smile.

The magician seemed to be aware of this and quickly put away his smile - it shouldn't have been like this, it's just that he was too excited now, and there was a flaw in his superb acting skills.

He looked towards the north, and was relieved to see the dark clouds there.

The staff in his hand reflected the corners of his mouth that he could hardly suppress.

And that metal reflection...

But she is a beautiful and charming woman.

Chapter 51: I heard you told everyone that I was dead?

Feeling the changes in the crystal ball, the Frost Witch Lissandra was both angry and helpless.

The child she had her eyes on...the child named Cheng Xiao, had caused her trouble again.

The previous minor troubles—even if she had found a difficult Noxian woman as an opponent, it would have been fine, but now...

Volibear?

That wild and stupid big bear?

"Tsk..."

Lissandra's impatient voice echoed in the empty Frost Castle. Her hand, which was supporting her forehead, moved down little by little, and finally stopped at the position of her eyes.

The ice cover like a crown gradually melted away, and the pair of eyes that had lost their light were gently caressed by her.

After so many years, whatever pain it was should have healed...but now, she actually felt a dull pain.

Phantom pain.

It originated from the great war thousands of years ago.

"Voli... Why would you mess with Volibear when you can mess with anyone else..."

Lissandra shook her head repeatedly, and the scene of the great battle gradually emerged in the dark world - the day when she was deprived of her eyesight left a deep impression on her.

When I think about it now, I can almost feel Volibear's sharp claws passing before my eyes.

In Freljord, Lissandra is the supreme Frost Queen. The children she favors can do whatever they want on this frozen land, and no one has the right to interfere, let alone obstruct them.

She could tolerate everything Cheng Xiao did, even if she knew that Cheng Xiao wanted to create the Freljord Alliance with Ashe, she could turn a blind eye... Even if Cheng Xiao brought a large army to suppress her Frostguard tribe in the future, she could tolerate it.

She is extremely tolerant of the children she favors.

Can……

But it has to be within your ability!

Normal troubles were fine, at most she would go and clean up Cheng Xiao's mess, but now how was she supposed to deal with this trouble!

Even if she had never slacked off during these tens of millions of years, she would not dare to say that she could defeat Volibear - that terrifying savage power was something that even the three sisters combined could not contend with.

And this is not the worst, the worst is...

"You didn't even give me time to help you..."

The scene in the crystal ball flickered constantly, reflecting the violent lightning of Volibear.

The earth cracked, the mountains collapsed, and the endless sea of ​​ice was filled with the floating corpses of dead fish. Blue arcs of electricity spread infinitely on the water surface, like flexible water snakes.

As for Cheng Xiao's figure...

It had long since disappeared into the icy sea filled with thunder.

Even if he had extremely strong self-healing abilities, it would be impossible for him to swim across the freezing cold sea while enduring such a terrible electric shock.

His body must have sunk to the bottom of the sea long ago...

No one can challenge Volibear alone and escape unscathed.

The three sisters back then couldn’t do it, Lissandra can’t do it now, and young Cheng Xiao is even less likely to do it.

"My foolish child..."

Lissandra sighed again, and the crystal ball in her hand changed again.

It's not that she doesn't want to hold on to the last glimmer of hope and look for Cheng Xiao, but...

There's just no time now.

The crystal ball in the witch's hand kept flashing, and four images flashed by in just a few seconds.

She could feel that terrifying aura... the aura of the wilderness...

The bear people are getting restless, and the incarnation of the bear spirit is beginning to leave his territory...

Was he going to break the ancient pact, or was it just a warning, since he had been challenged by mortals for the first time in a long time?

Or maybe... he felt the time was ripe?

What exactly does Volibear want to do... Is it a test, a warning, or is he really going to tear his face apart...

Lissandra couldn't make a conclusion for a moment. The only thing that was certain was that she couldn't gamble.

She had to go to those places that were permeated with the wild aura of the bear spirit to find out the situation.

The crystal ball gradually lost its light, and Lissandra stood up from her throne.

"It's a shame that hope is extinguished..."

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Gravekeeper Kel and her granddaughter Kemi traveled through mountains and rivers and finally saw the rumored "Freljord Alliance".

The scale...is much smaller than she imagined.

Ashe is the only one left in the Avarosan tribe, and Sejuani's Winter's Claw tribe has not yet completely migrated here. At this time, the main body of this so-called alliance is still composed of the original Dalwalli clan.

Including some of the Winter Claw warriors brought by Sejuani... probably more than a hundred people?

Okay, maybe they're just starting out, and that's pretty good.

Besides, the warriors of Winter Claw and Dalwalli are both well-known strong men.

"I'm Kerr. Gravekeeper Kerr."

Kerr shouted from the camp gate, his eyes scanning the banners on the stakes—clearly not those of Clan Dalwalli, Avarosa, or Winter's Claw. A new symbol, perhaps representing the Freljord Alliance?

The pattern is an abstract bow, sword, and hammer. I wonder which three people they correspond to...

"I'm here to see Ashe—oh, Sejuani is fine too. Anyone is fine. I just want to go in and sit down. Kami and I have been gone for a long time."

These words aroused the guards' curiosity, but they were not too surprised - the patrolling soldiers had already discovered the two people. They were scouted by the alliance members when they were several kilometers away, but they did not stop them because they were considered posing no threat.

What can an old woman and a little child do?

"What do you want to see our leader for?" a guard asked casually, her posture leaning against the wall showing her indifference.

She didn't even bother to report. If everyone could see Ashe and Sejuani, wouldn't these two leaders be extremely busy?

"Hey, watch your attitude, kid."

Kerr pointed at the female warrior on the high wall with dissatisfaction, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

"I promise you, you'll be running to your Warmother in no time."

"You say... you'd better." The female warrior wanted to say something harsh to scare this ignorant old woman, but she restrained herself after seeing the young Kemi.

And Kerr... really didn't disappoint her: