League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Freljord Northern Icefield, Frostguard Fortress, Nine Pillars Chamber of Secrets.

There is only one person left in the nine icicles connecting the hall of the nine gods, and the rest of the icicles are empty and have not been inhabited for a long time.

The reason why this happens is only because one person is enough to play the role of nine people.

In the man's dream, the Void Watcher under the Ice has not woken up for more than two hundred years. The watchmen who have been responsible for maintaining and repairing the seal for more than two hundred years have been able to give birth to snowmen from the Hall of the Nine without any risk. Zhenbing repaired the cracks and exited without incident.

The void watcher seems to be intoxicated in the man's dream forever, and can never wake up again, while the immortal man has endless novel dreams. The two seem to be the most compatible existence in the world, and even the entire nine-pillar secret room It seems that the Hall of the Nine Gods was built for the man in front of him.

Lissandra never imagined that the man in front of him was so perfect that he could suppress the Void Watcher for two hundred and ten years by himself.

Putting her hand outside the icicle, Lissandra gently brushed the man's cheek, staring blankly at the man's charismatic and attractive body.

A layer of mist gradually appeared on the surface of the icicle, and the mist soon condensed into naughty little ice beads, reflecting a blurred luster crystal clear.

Lissandra, who had relaxed herself, lazily lay back on the chair of true ice. Only at this time could she recall that she was a woman, not a piece of ice that wanted to bury all the secrets.

After expelling the other dreamers, this place became the private space for her and the man, and the place of work and slaughter became ambiguous, and her dead heart also had a few different throbbing.

Maybe it was because she was full of curiosity about men, or maybe it was because of revenge for the offense that the man had done to her before she fell asleep, or maybe she had never indulged herself like this before. At some point, Lissandra put down all her pretense in the secret room. And cover up, to be the most real human being.

She understood that she had fallen.

The spectators are always only sleeping men, and the quiet air is always filled with fascinating hormones. Lissandra seems to have returned to a thousand years ago. At that time, she also wanted to have a perfect love of her own.

She once imagined that after defeating the gods who enslaved the people of Freljord, she married her wife and had children, and the family of three spent their lives lovingly.

The joy of betrayal lingers on the itchy spot of the soul like a trickle of spring water, and the pleasure of depravity makes the ice queen's body start to convulse. When she thinks that she is doing the most profane thing in such a sacred place, the woman can't restrain her inner satisfaction and longing.

The turbulent waves continued to hit until a Sorcerer's Stone shimmered, Lissandra had to calm herself down, patted her face, and put on the cold mask again with difficulty, the woman dressed and adjusted own voice.

"What's wrong?"

The Queen's tone was extremely cold, which made the Iceborn warlock who informed him shudder, guessing that he might have influenced the Queen who was doing something important.

"My lord witch, a strange woman named 'Soraka' wants to see you. She said she knows that a person named 'Lester' is with you."

Frowning, Lissandra was a little annoyed when she heard the name 'Soraka'.

Even the bodyguards I have changed for countless generations have forgotten the name 'Leicester', but there are still some people who can't forget it.

"Take her to the ice palace."

"yes."

Putting down the magic crystal, Lissandra looked back at the man sleeping in the icicle reluctantly, and left the nine-pillar secret room amidst the flashing magic runes.

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Brought into the hall by the ruthless frost guards, Soraka held his crescent staff with a look of disappointment.

With Zoe's help, she found Lester's whereabouts, but what's the point? The friend I promised has turned into a handful of loess.

Time has passed for too long, so long that even she has forgotten many things in the past,

Ever since she lost her sense of Lester, she has been wandering in the land of the Freljord. In order to fulfill Vernes' last wish, she still did not give up, but the most ruthless time has taken away the surrounding area. With all the familiar things, can she really save Lester if she is powerless?

The sound of footsteps in the distance brought Soraka back to his senses, and the one-horned star looked at the queen on the throne, bowed his head and saluted.

"Queen Lissandra, I'm here to find Leicester, can you ask Her Majesty the Empress to let Leicester go?"

"Who is Lester, I don't know him."

Lissandra said lightly.

"Soraka, listen, the person you are looking for may not be here, so you should look elsewhere."

"Queen Lissandra, I think it's meaningless to hide like this. I just want to fulfill my promise, and I don't want to be your enemy."

Soraka's words were a little more threatening, Lissandra stood up from the throne and said coldly.

"Visitors from the heavens, you are not welcome here, guard, send this rude guest away!"

Frowning as she watched Soraka being kicked out of the hall by the guards, Lissandra was taken aback for a moment, then her expression changed, and she quickly returned to the nine-pillar secret room.

When Lissandra returned to the nine-pillar secret room, the icicle was broken, and the man inside the icicle disappeared. The walls of the secret room were engraved with runes that disrupt space transmission, but there is always some power that can ignore these magic runes The shackles of human beings wantonly trample on the laws of the material realm.

The remaining astral magic in the air has already explained who took away what he fancy. What's even more annoying is that the uninvited guest also left magic expressions on the other eight intact icicles, all of them sticking out their tongues. With a mocking face.

"Damn bastard!"

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