The Glory of Noxus

Huo Jixing's pupils shrank as he stared at the dissected skull and the broken brain structure inside.

In addition to the flowing black liquid and the power of the ice bloodline, there was also an indescribable power hidden.

It was the power of the void!

Huo Jixing had seen it in the forgotten land of Ecathia, a power that belonged exclusively to the void.

"Why do these horrible monsters have the power of the void in their bodies?" Huo Jixing looked solemn, his heart full of doubts.

He observed the power of the ice bloodline and the power of the void very carefully.

The two completely different energies were now in a fusion state, with a deep purple glow.

"But it seems to be somewhat different from the power of the void that I have seen before? Is it because of the integration of the power of the ice bloodline?"

Even so, Huo Jixing was still a little unbelievable, and his eyes could not help but fall on the other five horrible monsters that had lost their lives.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

In the quiet basin, the red-gold light leaped like lightning, crossing the air.

Huo Jixing bathed in the fire of Nanli, suspended above the heads of the dead horrible monsters, and cut open their heads one by one.

Sure enough!

In their bodies, there is hidden void power, which is almost integrated with the power of the ice bloodline.

Huo Jixing guessed that the body of the sad beast that just melted in the fire of Nanli may also have void power.

"Since the void power appears here, there must be void creatures in the depths of Freljord." Huo Jixing thought secretly.

Boom!

On the dome of the mountain, the roar of thunder continued to sound, like the roar of heaven and earth, piercing the clouds and cracking the rocks.

Huo Jixing looked at the figure of the thunder giant bear behind the clouds, and a look of doubt flashed in his eyes.

This towering mountain standing in the ice and snow basin is the center of the bloody magic circle, which is specially used to revive the old god Volibear.

And now, traces of void power appeared in the bodies of these horrible monsters.

Then can the old god Volibear be an exception?

Or is it that the void power contained in the flesh and blood sacrifice is the reason why Volibear lost control?

Huo Jixing took a deep breath and looked at the increasingly solid figure of the Thunder Bear.

The many compound eyes all over the body were filled with chaos and killing, and there was no reason at all.

He realized that these terrifying monsters that appeared in the ice and snow basin were not accidental, and there was probably a huge conspiracy behind them.

The power of the void is a terrifying force from outside the Valoran continent. It can pollute and erode all energy.

And the old god Volibear, as an ancient and powerful god of Freljord, controls the power of thunder and destruction.

Although his power is not as strong as the power of the void, it is enough to resist the erosion of the void in this extremely cold land.

Most importantly, the old god Volibear is the engraver of Freljord, and there are other gods behind him.

Who is secretly influencing Volibear?

Huo Jixing's eyes flickered, and the memories of his previous life and the intelligence information of the Noxus Empire frequently appeared in his mind, intertwined, and sparked sparks of inspiration.

Ice blood, Freljord.

And the void creatures deep in the ice field.

Time passed slowly, and a familiar yet unfamiliar name appeared in Huo Jixing's mind.

Frost Witch Lissandra!

The leader of the Frost Guard tribe, the legendary living saint.

Although the Frost Guard tribe seems to be unknown, it is one of the three most powerful tribes in Freljord.

The power it possesses is definitely not less than that of the Avarosa tribe and the Winter Claw tribe.

Combining many factors, Lissandra is the only one who meets all these in Freljord.

And she and the old god Volibear have an irreconcilable hatred.

According to many mythological stories and ancient secrets, in the ancient chaotic era of Freljord.

One of the three sisters, the Frost Witch Lissandra, relied on her own command and powerful strength to fight against the wild magic of the mortal world itself.

However, Lissandra's ambitions and actions were not recognized by the old gods, and many of them hated Lissandra.

Until Lissandra's contempt and theft touched Volibear's bottom line, an inevitable war began.

In front of the warriors of the Frost Guard tribe and the Blood Alliance tribe, the old god Volibear used a thunderous force to cut Lissandra's eyes with sharp claws, depriving her of her vision.

This was a severe punishment for Lissandra's behavior.

Although the old god Volibear won the battle, he could not stop the plan that Lissandra had already promoted.

Thousands of years have passed, and even if the old god Volibear fought hard, he still couldn't stop the torrent.

Many tribes in the frozen land of the glacier felt the changes and power brought by Lissandra and the other two sisters.

They abandoned the ancient and distant beliefs of the old gods and began to worship and worship the three sisters.

They believed that only the three sisters could lead them to a prosperous and peaceful future.

"Poor Volibear!"

Huo Jixing glanced at the broken bodies of the terrible monsters and shrugged his shoulders.

"When I was resurrected, I was plotted against by Lissandra."

Huo Jixing believed that the flesh and blood brought by the bear monsters not only contained those of Noxians, but also additional sacrifices that Lissandra had prepared long ago.

The purpose was simple, to control the resurrected Volibear.

Huo Jixing even had reason to doubt.

The old god Volibear, the engraver of Freljord, suddenly fell into a deep sleep for unknown reasons, and the wild ancient road was silent and no one knew about it.

It is very likely that Lissandra was behind all this. The Frostguard tribe has the ability to influence the beliefs of many small tribes.

"It's just that the dispute between the two of you should never sacrifice the northern border of the Noxus Empire."

Huo Jixing saw through Lissandra's conspiracy, without any hesitation, he took a step and walked towards the top of the mountain.

This bloody incident that swept the northern border of the empire became more and more misty.

The central mountain was entangled with thunder.

As Huo Jixing went deeper, the temperature around him had already broken the routine and frozen his soul.

From time to time, you can see terrible monsters like the sad beast nearby, shadowy, like the shadow of ash.

Huo Jixing took action directly to wipe out the lives of these terrible monsters.

After the battle, he will also observe the fusion of the void power and the ice blood power in their bodies.

Fortunately, the situation is still under control, and the void power of the terrifying monsters cannot be compared with the real void creatures.

However, what worries Huo Jixing the most is the old god Volibear.

The figure of the Thunder Bear behind the dark clouds has disappeared, and only the fragments of thunder and lightning flash across, lighting up the basin.

Once this Freljord engraver is contaminated by the void and becomes a void creature.

Then the things on the northern border of the empire and Freljord will definitely go to unimaginable places.

Suddenly, Huo Jixing stopped and looked at the nearby mountains.

The biting cold wind came with roaring thunder and lightning, as if countless wronged souls were screaming in his ears.

Huo Jixing immediately used the power of the Xuanwu constellation, and the water of Ren and Gui filled his pupils.

In the dark gray field of vision, the flesh and blood corpses piled at the foot of the mountain merged into the mountain, and countless souls could not reincarnate and could only wander nearby.

Coupled with the shock of thunder and lightning surrounding the mountain, the scene at the moment was almost like the underworld.

Perhaps sensing Huo Jixing's arrival, the ice fog near the mountain surged violently, and many hazy souls appeared.

Then, under the invisible influence of thunder and lightning, these souls turned into giant bears and worshiped the steep mountains, as if performing a solemn and sacred ceremony.

But these did not affect Huo Jixing.

What really stopped him was the call of the soul giant bears, like the sound of the sky falling.

These voices gathered together and woven a deafening name.

"Valhal!"

Huo Jixing listened to the voice in his ear, stretched out his left hand, gently pressed the spirit wind on his waist, and whispered.

"Are you going to wake up? Volibear!"

Freljord, the far north.

On the vast snowy plains, towering blue spires rose from the ground and pierced the clouds.

The magical aurora on the dome is colorful, dancing in the almost eternal night sky.

The stars here are always twinkling, shining through the coldest and cleanest air, and falling on the blue buildings.

Frostguard Fortress, a majestic fortress built by the Frostguard tribe.

Almost no one knows how to find this hidden fortress.

Many tribes once gathered their armies to raze it to the ground, but few of those who really found it returned satisfied.

In the main fortress of the fortress, in the silent palace.

The blue light dispels the darkness, reflecting on the crystal-like ground, reflecting the ice ridges that look like tombs.

Indistinct figures can be seen in the ice ridges of the tombs made of true ice.

Frost Witch Lissandra rarely sleeps in the main fortress of Frostguard Fortress. She will sleep anywhere, everywhere, nowhere.

Sometimes everywhere.

For example, right now, where Lissandra chose to lie down, was a cavernous cavern that could hold a thousand fortresses.

The sea of ​​True Ice stretched from one end to the other.

It was not the end of the tumultuous surface, but something closer to a completely different madness.

Lissandra had come here often, always alone, but she was never alone.

Some called them monsters.

Some called them gods.

In any case, those huge shadows sleeping under the blanket of ice could only wander in dreams.

Lissandra had to come and check dutifully, to make sure their beds were comfortable.

The watchers must not be awakened.

Although Lissandra lost her eyes long ago, she traced their sleeping forms in her mind.

The chills she saw were beyond her bones, so when her skin touched the ice, she stopped trembling.

When she was down there, blindness was no longer a defect, but a blessing.

It was terrifying enough to feel their presence, and to walk in their dreams, to know what they secretly wanted for this world.

So she had to let them dream.

Suddenly, one of the great shadows began to throb and move.

Lissandra had felt it since the last new moon, and had been desperately hoping that it would return to sleep on its own -

But now this unfathomable shadow was wriggling among its companions, becoming more and more restless.

Lissandra took off her hood, and her gorgeous robes fell to the ground around her ankles, and she took a light step towards the other side of the frozen nothingness.

Lissandra brushed the ice with open fingers.

A waterfall of white hair covered her cold face, hiding the lines of time, the scars and hollows under her eyes.

She had long ago learned the secret of dreamwalking, crossing incredible distances in this harsh land in an instant.

She had traveled back and forth a hundred times before each dawn.

But sometimes, she forgot where her body was.

Now, her mind drifted down, through the barrier.

Lissandra thought for a moment about the thickness of the True Ice, and the folly of placing the weight of her faith on a layer of glass, but there was no other choice.

On the other side, the Watcher was clawing and slinking in the dark, full of frustration.

It was bigger than a mountain.

“Is it small?”

Lissandra hoped so, because she never dared to test the defenses of the big guys—

They looked like they could devour gravity and time itself, devourers not only of worlds, but also of planes and realities.

They made Lissandra feel small, insignificant, like a flake in a snowstorm.

She focused on the huge, terrible creature before her.

Its dreams became hers.

Another Lissandra was waiting there, in the dream.

It was the ageless being in memory, towering behind a black sun, her hair reaching for the sky, her eyes clear and bright, crystal blue, gleaming with celestial energy.

This was the last dawn of the world.

She was beautiful, a goddess, and she was struggling to press the sun back below the horizon.

But the black fireball of the Watcher resisted, trying to rise again, burning the goddess' fingers.

She saw long shadows cast on the hoarfrost-covered mountains.

This land was the twisted Freljord, stripped of all life and magic.

Life!

Life was the key!

All the creatures of the Freljord, this frozen land once offered by Lissandra as a sacrifice to the monsters below.

She led the throbbing Watcher away from its dark thoughts, carefully soothing its restless desires.

After a long time, the Watcher seemed to fall into a deep sleep and regained its tranquility. The ocean forged by True Ice also calmed down without waves.

Lissandra panted softly. The Watchers have become more and more impatient recently. They want to enter the material realm and the real world, eroding and polluting all life.

"The Watchers are coming back. I can't defeat them with my power."

"I need more power!"

Lissandra looked deeply at the frozen tomb under the True Ice Ocean. A faint blue light took her into the dream.

She began to walk in the dream, leaving the Frostguard Fortress in an instant and crossing the frozen land of the ice field.

The dream began to spin.