Chapter 500: The Covet of the Resurrected Volibear Lissandra
War cries and death drew Lissandra’s thoughts to the south of Freljor.
She smelled blood and fire in the biting cold wind, and the sharp aftertaste of angry steel.
Lissandra arrives with her dream in a burning hut.
She was leaning on the vertical wooden fence, her knees seemed a little weak, and the feeling of weakness was eroding her soul.
But this feeling was something she had long been accustomed to, and it was nothing compared to the oppression caused by facing the monitor.
Lissandra looked around and saw the grassy land and the melting ice and snow.
Although it is not a sunny pasture, it is the closest place to pasture that the various tribes of Freljord know.
The owner of this land is the most powerful tribe in Freljord -
The Avarosa Tribe!
Suddenly, the flames swayed and danced with the cold wind.
A huge shadow covered Lissandra's body.
"Witch, I have been waiting for this day for a long time, and finally I see you!"
What appeared in front of Lissandra was an Avarosan, a burly red-haired tribesman. warrior.
His arms were curled, with veins exposed, and he raised an extremely sharp sword above his head.
The bloodlust in his eyes was clearly revealed, as he was imagining a victory that he could never see in this life.
No matter what, he is ready for the final blow to kill the irreconcilable enemy.
In the impression of the red-haired tribal warrior, the witch in front of him would come here from time to time, driving the former tribe to work for her.
Until the tribe's warriors are exhausted.
The red-haired tribal warrior who returned from the Avarosa tribe saw that his former tribe had ceased to exist in name only, and he wanted to avenge his tribe and his companions.
Lissandra looked calmly at the giant sword that was about to fall, and she couldn't count how many times she had died in other people's dreams.
Each time, a part of her soul dissipates with death, never to come back.
No!
Enough!
Not this time!
Lissandra thought of the monitors below the Frostguard Fortress and knew that she could no longer waste any power.
Clang!
When the giant sword fell, the shield composed of the giant claws of Zhenbing protected the body of Dreamland and put her into the ice coffin.
The red-haired tribe warrior’s sword blade did not even cut off the ice on the surface.
Under the terrifying backlash, he staggered back and let out a roar of refusal to admit defeat.
But what greeted him was a broken heroic dream, in which he saw that the Avarosa tribe would eventually fall.
Click!
The frost filled the air, freezing the red-haired tribal warriors in the frozen mausoleum, which was lifelike.
“It’s so easy to freeze flesh and blood!”
Lissandra walked closer and looked at the red-haired tribal warrior in the frozen tomb, her angry eyes were like those of the Avarosa tribe. Just like the bad old woman she once represented, she makes people feel disgusted.
"Oh, I forgot that my good sister Avarosa has long since disappeared in the long river of history."
"I am the only one who is still alive to witness the fate of Freljord after your death." Change."
Lissandra put away her thoughts, slowly stretched out her left hand, ignoring the frozen tomb, and held the head of the red-haired tribe warrior.
She directly entered the other party's dream and began to read all his memories.
In the dream, Lissandra saw the great war mother who inherited the power of Avarosa——
Ice Archer Ashe!
Under her leadership, the Avarosa tribe is sweeping across the Freljord at an incredible speed, influencing and gathering many small tribes.
"Avarosa's longbow?"
Lissandra whispered softly, seeing the ancient longbow made by Zhenbing.
It is the existence of the Bow of Avarosa.
The people of the Avarosa tribe believe that Ashe is the reincarnation of the mythical heroine Avarosa.
Following them, Ashe began to reclaim the ancient territories belonging to the tribe, thus uniting the Freljord once again.
"One tribe, one nation, one Freljord." The familiar face of Avarosa gradually appeared in Lissandra's mind.
"What a similar idea."
"But, Ash, you're wrong."
"In the face of their power, only your own strength can suppress and expel them."
Lissandra waved her hand gently, instantly erasing the red-haired tribal warriors and the frozen tomb.
She walked slowly to the entrance of the village and looked at the noisy area in the distance, compared to the warm land of Freljord.
“Now that you have the power of Avarosa, it proves that you are qualified to know the secrets buried underground.”
“Haha, it’s time to let the monitors completely change you Wrong idea.”
Lissandra laughed softly, and she set off again in the dream to find another war mother who inherited Serelda's power.
In the endless stretches of ice and snow mountains, a stone sentry station stands in the vast snow.
The bone-chilling cold penetrated the door, like the wind of death, corroding the tribal warriors sleeping inside.
Even if it is covered with heavy fabrics and heated by a bonfire inside the house, it still cannot withstand the bitter cold and low temperature of winter.
The tribal warriors were wrapped in fabrics, hunched up their strong bodies, and hummed weakly.
Because his voice could no longer be as high-pitched and passionate as it was in the summer, he could only make weak moans to comfort his loneliness.
What caused the tribal warriors to become like this was not the ubiquitous cold wind.
It’s the lack of food!
Even if there is food stored in the sentry, it can satisfy his daily consumption.
But the winter in the Freljord is too difficult.
The tribal warriors had consumed the food in the sentry without restraint.
The next time the material transport team comes to deliver food, it will have to wait until the evening of the day after tomorrow.
This caused the tribal warriors to become weaker and weaker, their strong bodies losing their former strength, and their eyes revealing deep helplessness.
But he had no choice but to endure the torture of hunger silently, trying to maintain his last strength and moving as little as possible.
During the long wait, the tribal soldiers always told themselves to hold on, imagining the scene when the material transport team arrived.
At that time, he could taste delicious food again and feel full and satisfied.
Suddenly, the tribal warriors faintly heard the sound of horse hooves and conversations in the distance.
He raised his eyes to the door with great effort, surprise flashed in his eyes. Was the tribe aware of the situation at the sentry?
For a moment, the tribal warriors became a little excited and wanted to get up to welcome the arrival of their companions.
But he was so sick that he couldn't bear to breathe the freezing air. His messy beard was covered with hoarfrost, and the tip of his nose was filled with frozen snot.
The tribal warrior heard a familiar voice and wanted to open his mouth, but realized that his lips were already blue and cracked.
His legs and hands had long been weak, and he no longer even trembled and lost consciousness.
"Hurry up, hurry up!"
The tribal warrior felt that he was about to surrender to the cold winter, that the coldness would steal his heart, and then everything would be over.
This is not the ending he wanted.
Suddenly, the tribal warriors felt the long-lost warmth and freedom.
“Toward the fertile soil! Toward the sunshine!”
“The great war mother Sejuani will lead us to victory!”
The lyrics vaguely slipped into his mind , praising the Winter's Claw tribe and praising the great war mother Sejuani. The tribal warrior opened his eyes and saw no longer ice and snow, but pasture.
He could feel the warm summer breeze blowing against his face, and his nose was filled with the scent of wheat.
Buzz! Buzz!
A subtle magical energy appears.
Lissandra came to this snowy outpost through the guidance of dreams.
She looked at the extinguished bonfire on the ground and at the tribal warriors lying sick on the bed.
Lissandra could see death creeping through his fingers and toes.
He will not wake up again, this is his last dream, and he will never suffer the ravages of winter again.
Lissandra put her left hand on his shoulder. No one should have to face death alone.
"Your people are waiting for you, friend," she whispered.
"Lie down in the tall grass. I'll watch over you while you rest."
The tribal warrior raised his gaze to look at his companions who appeared in front of him, smiled and nodded.
He looked much younger, then gently closed his eyes and disappeared.
Lissandra lingered on the edge of the tribal warrior's dream, until at last the dream was no more.
"Serelda's successor, Warmother Sejuani of the Winter's Claw tribe." Lissandra took back her spiritual power and whispered softly.
“They fought against the bear tribe in the ice and snow plains, and they were inseparable.”
"So, no one has noticed the abnormality of the old god Volibear yet."
"Udyr seems to be aware and vigilant, but with his character, he needs to protect the Claws of Winter. The tribe and Sejuani."
"It is impossible to go to the ice and snow basin where the old god Volibear lives alone."
Lissandra vaguely learned about the Winter's Claw through the dreams of tribal warriors. tribal situation.
Since the smoke cleared from the Second Freljord War, the Winter's Claw tribe has been entangled with the Ursine tribe of the old god Volibear.
The bloody conflict between the two has lasted for four long summers, nearly engulfing the southeastern region of the Freljord.
While Lissandra was immersed in this information, there was inexplicable worry and throbbing deep in her soul.
"Huh? This is the place where the old god Volibear is. Someone broke in unexpectedly?"
Lissandra looked surprised. She just thought of the old god Volibear. Where is he? There is a problem with the location.
Such a coincidence made her a little confused about the arrangement of fate, but she knew that now was not the time to delve deeper.
The situation was urgent, and Lissandra did not hesitate to use the power of dreams again, leaving the sentry at her feet, crossing a long distance, and headed straight for the Ice and Snow Basin.
Infecting the old god Volibear is the most important part of Lissandra's plan, and she even does not hesitate to cooperate with the Black Rose.
There is no way she could allow the old god Volibear to resurrect so easily and recreate the wild ancient path.
Not to mention the hatred between the two thousands of years ago.
Now below the Frost Guard Fortress, the monitors were ready to move, like poisonous snakes in the shadows. The pressure brought by them made her unable to breathe.
Lissandra needs to strengthen herself.
Only by becoming stronger can we gain a firm foothold in this game of destiny and ensure that our plans can be implemented smoothly.
Thunder storm.
Winter in the Freljord is the most brutal environment.
The wind is howling, the lightning is thundering, and every falling snowflake can cause bleeding.
Lissandra used the dream coordinates she had already anchored to arrive at the Ice and Snow Basin.
This body integrated into the dream is an out-of-control animal spirit walker, and his form is a giant gray bear.
The murmuring words fell into Lissandra's ears, composing a melodious and pious prayer, praising the old god Volibear.
When Lissandra heard this, she showed an expression of extreme disgust.
In her memory, Volibear was a creature full of hatred, and one of the few most stubborn memories.
Lissandra tried hard, but was still unable to purge the old god Volibear and the wild ancient paths from the land of Freljord.
No matter how thoroughly you do it, they will come back.
Boom!
Dark purple thunder struck down on the bear form of the Beast Spirit Walker, again and again, as if awakening the wild magic in their bodies.
Lissandra is going to use dreams to find information about the people who broke into this place.
After a while.
Lissandra saw the figure of Huo Jixing in the memory of the Beast Spirit Walker, as well as the red-gold flames that covered the sky.
"God? The resurrected old god in the North?"
Although Lissandra lost her sight and couldn't see anything.
But she can get a glimpse of what happened through dreams and other people's memories.
In the chaotic memory of the beast spirit walker, Lissandra saw Huo Jixing wantonly slaughtering the Wondrous Beast and other horrific monsters as if she had witnessed it with her own eyes.
These terrifying monsters are experiments carefully created by Lissandra using the power of perfect ice and the void.
They are very powerful, but they are also eroded by the void. They cannot obey anyone's orders and can only act according to their wild instincts.
This is why Lissandra placed them in the Ice and Snow Basin.
It can prevent anyone from destroying the sacrificial circle that revives Volibear.
"Wait...!"
Lissandra frowned, suddenly remembering the protoss talent that Black Rose leader LeBlanc once mentioned.
“Is it him, the destined man of the Noxus Empire, the Huo Jixing who the Cui Legislative Assembly has high hopes for?”
“It should be him, who can ignore Volibear’s power. Pressure, and slaughtering the beast of sorrow so easily."
Based on the memory fragments of the beast spirit walker, Lissandra moved forward in small steps, looking for any remnants in this madness full of thunder. traces.
She didn't want to expose herself so soon, at least that was the thought before the old god Volibear resurrected.
As Lissandra moved forward, she noticed a change coming.
It is the body of this beast spirit walker.
Thick black liquid flows from the plush face, and the lower jaw stretches and stretches into a huge mouth densely packed with fangs.
The nails darkened and turned into claws. They looked neither human nor bear, but something completely different.
"Who is in my body?"
The low and hoarse voice sounded loudly in the dream, like lightning across the sky.
Lissandra paused and noticed that the beast spirit walker she controlled suddenly turned its head and focused its photographic gaze on herself.
"It's you, my men are defeated!"
Hearing a familiar voice, Lissandra found that she was facing the incarnation of Volibear himself.
"How is it possible? You can actually ignore the power of the void?"
Lissandra was surprised and just about to take action directly, pulling up the sharp ice spikes in the dream, but she found that the eyes of the beast spirit walker changed. Into a scarlet color.
The aura of Volibear who descended also became chaotic, and his black claws danced randomly.
"Haha, it turns out that it was just an occasional awakening. It was affected by the void after all."
Lissandra looked at the crazy thunder of the distant mountains and laughed softly.
"Watcher, the power of the void!"
"You will also taste the pain I have suffered for thousands of years!"
In Lissandra's whisper, on the towering mountains Dark red blood slowly flows out, infecting the ice and snow world.
What followed was the sound of rolling thunder that echoed through the sky.
The physical embodiment of Thunderstorm, Volibear, is returning to the Freljord, bringing wild magic back to the world.
(End of this chapter)