The Glory of Noxus

War cries and death drew Lissandra's thoughts to the south of Freljord.

She smelled the smell of blood and fire in the biting cold wind, and the sharp aftertaste of angry steel.

Lissandra came with her dream and came to a burning hut.

She leaned on the vertical wooden fence, her knees seemed a little weak, and the feeling of weakness eroded her soul.

But this feeling was already commonplace for her, and it was nothing compared to the oppression brought by facing the watcher.

Lissandra looked around and saw the land with long grass and the scene of melting ice and snow.

Although it was not a sunny pasture, it was the closest place to pasture known to the tribes of Freljord.

And the owner of this land was the most powerful tribe in Freljord now-

Avarosa tribe!

Suddenly, the flames swayed and danced with the cold wind.

A huge shadow covered Lissandra's body.

"Witch, I've been waiting for this day for a long time, and finally I see you!"

The person who appeared in front of Lissandra was an Avarosan, a burly red-haired tribal warrior.

His arms were twisted, veins exposed, and he raised a sharp giant sword above his head.

The bloodthirstiness in his eyes was revealed, and he was imagining a victory that he would never see in this life.

In any case, he was 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 serve her.

Until the warriors of the tribe were exhausted.

And the red-haired tribal warrior who returned from the Avarosan tribe saw that the former tribe was already dead in name only, and he wanted to avenge the tribe and his companions.

Lissandra looked at the giant sword that was about to fall with a calm expression, and she couldn't count how many times she had died in other people's dreams.

Every time, a part of her soul would dissipate with death and never come back.

No!

Enough!

Not this time!

Lissandra thought of the watchers under the Frostguard Fortress and realized that she could not waste any more strength.

Clang!

When the giant sword fell, the shield made of giant ice claws protected the body of Dreamland and put her into the ice coffin.

The blade of the red-haired tribal warrior did not even cut off the ice layer on the surface.

Under the terrifying recoil, he staggered back and roared in defiance.

But what greeted him was a broken heroic dream. In his dream, he saw that the Avarosa tribe would eventually fall.

Crack!

The frost filled the air, freezing the red-haired tribal warrior in the frozen tomb, lifelike.

"It's so easy to freeze flesh and blood!"

Lissandra approached and looked at the red-haired tribal warrior in the frozen tomb. Her angry eyes were like the old woman who once represented the Avarosa tribe, which made people feel disgusted.

"Oh, I forgot that my good sister Avarosa has long disappeared in the long river of history."

"I am the only one who is still alive, witnessing the changes in Freljord after your death."

Lissandra put away her thoughts, slowly stretched out her left hand, ignored the frozen tomb, and held the head of the red-haired tribal warrior.

She went directly into the other'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 Freljord at an incredible speed, influencing and gathering many small tribes.

"Avarosa's longbow?"

Lissandra whispered softly, and saw the ancient longbow made of True Ice.

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 retake the ancient territories belonging to the tribe, so that Freljord could be unified again.

"One tribe, one nation, one Freljord." The familiar face of Avarosa gradually emerged in Lissandra's mind.

"What a similar idea."

"But, Ashe, you are wrong."

"In the face of their power, only their own strength can suppress and expel them."

Lissandra waved her hand lightly, instantly wiping out the red-haired tribal warriors and the frozen tombs.

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.

"Since you already have the power of Avarosa, it proves that you are qualified to know the secrets buried in this underground."

"Haha, it's time for the watchers to completely change your wrong ideas."

Lissandra laughed softly, and the dreamer set out again to find another war mother who inherited the power of Serilda.

In the endless snow-capped mountains, a stone sentry stood in the vast snow.

The bone-chilling cold penetrated the door, like a deadly wind, corroding the tribal warrior sleeping inside.

Even with the heavy fabrics and the warmth of the bonfire in the house, they still couldn't resist the bitter cold of winter.

The tribal warrior wrapped himself in fabric, hunched his strong body, and hummed weakly.

Because his voice was no longer as high-pitched and passionate as in summer, he could only make a weak moan to comfort himself in loneliness.

And it was not the ubiquitous cold wind that caused the tribal warrior to become like this.

It was the lack of food!

Even if there was food stored in the outpost to meet his daily consumption.

But the winter in Freljord was too hard to bear.

The tribal warriors consumed the food in the sentry post without restraint.

The next time the material transport team came to deliver food, they would have to wait until the evening of the next day.

This caused the tribal warriors to become weaker and weaker. Their strong bodies lost their former strength and their eyes revealed deep helplessness.

But he had no choice but to silently endure the torture of hunger, trying to maintain his last strength and minimize his movements.

During the long wait, the tribal warriors kept telling themselves to hold on, imagining the scene when the material transport team arrived.

At that time, he could taste delicious food again and feel the satisfaction of being full.

Suddenly, the tribal warriors heard the sound of horses' hooves and conversations from afar.

He raised his eyes with difficulty and looked at the door. Surprise flashed in his eyes. Did the tribe notice the situation at the sentry post?

For a moment, the tribal warriors became a little excited and wanted to get up to greet their companions.

But he was weak and couldn't stand breathing the frozen air. His messy beard was covered with white frost and his nose was covered with frozen snot.

The tribal warrior heard the familiar voice and wanted to open his mouth, but he found that his lips had already turned purple and cracked.

His legs and hands had long been weak, and he even stopped shaking and lost consciousness.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

The tribal warrior felt that he had to surrender to winter. The cold would take his heart, and then everything would end.

This was not the ending he wanted.

Suddenly, the tribal warrior felt the long-lost warmth and freedom.

"Towards the fertile land! Towards the sun!"

"The great war mother Sejuani will lead us to victory!"

The lyrics vaguely slipped into his mind, praising the Winter Claw tribe and the great war mother Sejuani.

The tribal warrior opened his eyes and saw no longer ice and snow, but pastures.

He could feel the warm summer breeze blowing across his face, and his nose was full of the aroma of wheat.

Buzz! Buzz!

A subtle magical energy suddenly appeared.

Lissandra descended to this snowy outpost guided by dreams.

She looked at the extinguished campfire on the ground and at the tribal warrior lying sick in bed.

Lissandra could see death from his fingers and toes, slowly spreading.

He would not wake up again. This was his last dream. He would never suffer the ravages of winter again.

Lissandra placed her left hand on his shoulder. No one should face the end of death alone.

"Your people are waiting for you, friend," she whispered.

"Lie down in the tall grass. I will help you watch while you rest."

The tribal warrior raised his eyes to look at his companion who appeared in front of him, smiled and nodded.

He looked much younger, and then gently closed his eyes and disappeared.

Lissandra stayed at the edge of the tribal warrior's dream until the dream was no longer there.

"Sejuani, the successor of Serilda, the war mother of the Winter Claw tribe." Lissandra retracted her spiritual power and whispered softly.

"They are fighting with the Ursine tribe on the Ice Plains, and they are inseparable."

"So, no one has discovered the abnormality of the old god Volibear yet."

"Well, Udyr seems to be aware of it and alert, but with his character, he needs to protect the Winter Claw tribe and Sejuani."

"It is impossible to go to the Ice Basin where the old god Volibear is alone."

Lissandra vaguely learned about the situation of the Winter Claw tribe through the dreams of the tribal warriors.

Since the smoke of the Second Freljord War cleared, the Winter 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 summer days, almost sweeping across the southeastern region of Freljord.

Just as Lissandra was immersed in this information, inexplicable worry and throbbing came from the depths of her soul.

"Hmm? Someone accidentally broke in where the old god Volibear was?"

Lissandra looked surprised. She had just thought of the old god Volibear, and there was a problem with his 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 into it.

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 heading straight for the ice and snow basin.

Infecting the old god Volibear was the most important part of Lissandra's plan, and she even cooperated with the Black Rose.

She would never let the old god Volibear revive so easily and reappear the wild ancient road.

Not to mention the hatred between the two thousands of years ago.

Now below the Frostguard Fortress, the watchers who were ready to move were like poisonous snakes in the shadows, and the pressure brought by them had already made her unable to breathe.

Lissandra needed to strengthen her own strength.

Only by becoming stronger can she gain a foothold in this game of fate and ensure that her plan can be implemented smoothly.

Thunderstorm

The winter in Freljord is the most ferocious environment.

The wind howled, the lightning flashed, and the thunder roared. Every falling snowflake could scratch blood.

Lissandra used the dream coordinates that she had anchored long ago to descend to the ice and snow basin.

The body that merged into the dream was an out-of-control beast spirit walker, and his form was a gray giant bear.

The whispering words fell into Lissandra's ears, composing a melodious and pious prayer, praising the old god Volibear.

After hearing this, Lissandra showed an extremely disgusted expression.

In her memory, Volibear was a creature full of hatred, and one of the few most stubborn memories.

Lissandra had tried, but she could never eliminate the old god Volibear and the wild old road from the land of Freljord.

No matter how thoroughly they were done, they would revive.

Boom!

The deep purple thunder struck the bear form of the beast walker, again and again, as if awakening the wild magic in their bodies.

Lissandra was ready to find information about the person who broke in through dreams.

After a while.

Lissandra saw the figure of Huo Jixing and the red-gold flames covering the sky in the memory of the beast walker.

"God? The old god who revived in the north?"

Although Lissandra lost her vision and could not see anything.

But she could get a glimpse of what happened through dreams and other people's memories.

In the chaotic memory of the Beast Walker, Lissandra seemed to have witnessed Huo Jixing slaughtering the Sorrow Walker and other terrible monsters wantonly.

These terrible monsters were carefully created by Lissandra using the power of True Ice and 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 put them in the ice and snow basin.

It can prevent anyone from destroying the sacrificial array to revive Volibear.

"Wait.!"

Lissandra frowned, and suddenly remembered the Protoss Talent mentioned by the Black Rose leader Leblanc.

"Is it him, the man of destiny of the Noxus Empire, Huo Jixing, who the Trifa Council has high hopes for?"

"It should be him, who can ignore Volibear's pressure and slaughter the Sorrowful Beast so easily."

According to the fragments of the beast walker's memory, Lissandra took small steps forward, looking for any traces left in this thunderous frenzy.

She didn't want to expose herself so quickly, at least before the old god Volibear revived, that's what she thought.

Just as Lissandra moved forward, she felt the change coming.

It was the body of the beast walker.

The plush face was flowing with thick black liquid, and the lower jaw stretched and elongated into a huge mouth full of fangs.

The nails gradually turned black and turned into claws, looking neither human nor bear, but something completely different.

"Who is it, inside me?"

The low and hoarse voice rang out in the dream, like lightning across the sky.

Lissandra paused, noticing that the beast walker she controlled suddenly turned around and looked at her.

"It's you, my defeated opponent!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Lissandra found that she was facing the incarnation of Volibear himself.

"How is it possible? You can ignore the power of the void?"

Lissandra was surprised and just about to take action, she pulled up the sharp ice spikes in her dream, but found that the beast walker's eyes turned bloody red.

The breath of the descending Volibear also became chaotic, and the black claws danced randomly.

"Haha, it turns out that it's just occasional wakefulness, after all, it's affected by the void."

Lissandra looked at the crazy thunder of the distant mountains and laughed softly.

"Watcher, the power of the void!"

"You also have to taste the suffering I have suffered for thousands of years!"

As Lissandra whispered, dark red blood slowly flowed from the towering mountains, infecting the ice and snow world.

Along with it comes the rumbling sound of thunder that echoes through the sky.

The physical embodiment of the thunderstorm, Volibear, is returning to the Freljord, bringing wild magic back to the world.