League of Legends God-level Summoner

"Please... let us go, we are just ordinary people... We have never done anything..." In Zar's house, women knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

At the last moment, in order to protect the children, her husband Zael was knocked unconscious by those guys who suddenly broke in. At this time, the furniture that was originally neatly arranged in the house became lopsided and scattered. .

The little boy Ali hid behind his mother and trembled.

"Stupid and lowly Freljordians, your existence has threatened Master Deval's energy demand for this ice and snow world. You have frequently reproduced offspring, and offspring have reproduced offspring. Your energy needs have been far exceeded. This balance, all you greedy ones will go to hell!!" The snowman with white hair growled, and stabbed the woman's throat with the sharp claws in his hand.

"Mom!" Ali shouted in fear.

The woman hugged Ali tightly in her arms and closed her eyes.

"Bang!" At this time, a sudden change caused the woman to slowly open her eyes.

She saw that the huge monster was hit by an impact and hit the wall directly.

Where it originally stood, there stood a woman with a pretty face shrouded in frost.

"Those who unscrupulously deprive others of their lives are the ones who deserve to go to hell, right?" The fangs on both sides of Ahri's mouth glowed with a sinister cold light, and the lines on his cheeks also seemed to be burning at this moment.

"Kill her!" The snowman who was knocked down roared angrily and rushed towards Ahri at the same time.

In addition, the other two snowmen who broke in also rushed towards Ahri.

"Be careful..." Before the woman could finish her words, she saw three snowmen flying backwards towards the door. A round blue light ball the size of a palm was spinning crazily on Ahri's fingertips.

The situation reversed at this moment, leaving both the woman and Ali stunned.

Ahri flicked his fingers, and the blue light at his fingertips rushed towards the three snowmen, hitting them hard.

"Boom!!" After a burst of explosions, the original ground had become scorched black. Ali glanced at the woman and Ali indifferently.

"Are you guys okay?"

"No..." Ali looked at Ali blankly.

His young heart was filled with ripples like a boulder falling into water.

Originally, he thought that Ahri and Janna were just two beautiful young ladies who came to visit the Freljord.

But the fact in front of him now is that this young lady is not only very beautiful, but also extremely strong. In the blink of an eye, she killed three monsters that were enough to kill his whole family.

Recalling all the disrespect he showed to Ali yesterday, Ali shrank with a chill down his spine.

"What's going on with these people?" Ah Li glanced at the woman and Ali.

The woman slowly lowered her head, as if she had something to hide.

"It's okay if you don't want to tell me, but I won't help you anymore. Now, what else do you have to hide?" Ah Li withdrew his gaze coldly and walked towards the door.

Their lives were saved by themselves, but until now, they are still hiding something about themselves, let alone Ahri.

Anyone else would lose the idea of ​​helping them after seeing their hesitant appearance.

"Wait...wait a minute." The woman said slowly, "Please don't be angry, because this kind of thing has always been strictly forbidden in our tribe. Leader Sejuani once told us that if anyone leaks the news, If anything is leaked, they will be expelled from the tribe, so I am so hesitant..."

"But when your lives are almost gone, the one who comes to save you is not your leader Sejuani, but me." Ahri pointed to his nose, a pair of eyes filled with coldness.

This kind of chill is not under Ahli's own control. It almost bursts out naturally after activating the ancient bloodline. Not to mention the woman and Ali in front of her, even Janna felt it when she was standing next to her just now. A chill.

"Okay." The woman nodded slowly and finally told the story, "You must have heard the conversation between a few of them just now, right? As for Derval's identity, Derval is a real dragon, a frost dragon. It came to the snow-covered area of ​​Freljord thousands of years ago because this environment was very suitable for it. However, it was not simply looking for a place to live, but to recuperate."

"Recuperate?"

"I also learned about this legend passed down from thousands of years ago from my grandmother. There is no way to know the specific situation. After all, it is too old. But it was passed down in this way at that time. It is said that it was because of Master De Waal. He was seriously injured while fighting the flame dragon, and had no choice but to flee the most energetic area of ​​Valoran, and chose to recuperate in the remote Freljord."

"But what does this have to do with this group of monsters that suddenly launched an attack?" Ahri asked in confusion.

"It has something to do with it. They are not the real creatures you see." The woman told an astonishing fact.

"You mean..."

"Yes, the lives of these monsters were actually given by Master Deval. Lord Deval is a giant dragon that has survived from ancient times to this day. The power of the dragon is the strongest on this continent, but it is only given to a person. It’s not that difficult to make snow blocks live.”

"But why are these monsters attacking you?" Ahri asked the second question.

The woman's expression dimmed slightly, and then she slowly said, "Actually, our large tribe of Freljord was also a resident of the central area of ​​Valoran a long time ago. However, due to some disputes and conflicts, at that time Our ancestors took the tribesmen out of the central region and came to the remote Freljord."

"At that time, the ice dragon Deval was already living here, right?" Ahri asked.

"Yes, but at that time Lord De Waal was seriously injured and had no extra energy to drive away these humans who had taken root and multiplied in his territory." The woman nodded.

"That is to say, in the final analysis, you Freljords are the third party who broke into other people's territory and took root and lived?... That's not good." Before Ahri could finish her words, she only felt a wave of dizziness on her face. The flame patterns on his body quickly receded, and the fangs at the corners of his mouth gradually recovered.

Because her ancient bloodline power is too weak, it can only last for a while, and after the power ends, she will become exhausted. This is the price that must be paid for using the ancient bloodline.