The Master Behind the Scenes Starting from the Twin Cities

"Avarosa!!!"

Ashe's voice was hoarse as she shouted on the ice field.

There were not many Avarosa warriors left around her, and only some elite Iceborn were left in other tribes, and several Warmothers had died.

Even those who survived had purple lines on their bodies, and only their eyes were as firm as before.

But everyone knew that they could have problems at any time.

Beside him, Tryndamere wiped his sword and sat on the ground, breathing heavily.

Their battle lasted only a few days, but this kind of sleepless battle that seemed to have no end would make anyone feel tired.

If the Void Elves had not been replenished and their numbers were getting smaller and smaller, Ashe really didn't think she could hold on.

Swish!!!

Ashe's bloody fingers pulled the bowstring again, and the last ice arrow shot out, piercing the head of the last Void Elves on the ice field and nailing it to the ice field.

She looked up, with a sad look in her eyes.

Everything in front of them was no longer the ice field they once were.

Purple blood and broken legs and limbs covered the ground, and some red blood belonging to Avarosa warriors was scattered in between.

In this battle, no creature could leave a complete body.

The Void Elves would devour the corpses of their own kind and step on the blood of their own kind to move forward.

And they would rather activate the self-destruction program of the sword sent by Noxus than die in the mouth of the Void Elves even until the moment of death.

But fortunately, they won the last battle.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the distance, the sound of chaotic footsteps sounded.

Although the Avarosa warriors were extremely tired, they still picked up their weapons and looked vigilantly in the direction of the sound.

"It's the sound of human action. The sound of the Void Elves is not so noisy and dull." Ashe judged.

"He who comes to us at this time is not a good person." Tryndamere grinned.

They didn't have to wait too long. At the farthest point of vision, a group of extremely tall humanoid creatures appeared. They were holding all kinds of huge weapons and running towards this side.

Looking at the blue-skinned monster holding a purple giant stick in front of the team, Ashe's eyes narrowed slightly:

"Trolls!"

Trolls are a kind of humanoid creatures in Runeland, with a size and strength far exceeding that of humans, but their intelligence is slightly inferior.

"The leader should be the recently rumored Troll King. I have long wanted to fight him." Tryndamere said provocatively.

"Come on, in your current state, he can twist your head off."

Ashe's eyes were always on the other party, her whole body tense, and she was extremely alert.

"Avarosa?"

The troll team stopped in front of Ashe. Looking at Ashe's embarrassed appearance, the troll king Trundle looked down on her.

"Troll King, Trundle?"

Ashe reported the other party's name, holding the ice bow in her hand, ready to go at any time.

If the person who came was not kind, she would keep him even if she risked her life.

"I'll spare your life today, trolls. I'll repay the favor this time, and I won't owe that woman anything."

Trundle just said lightly, and began to stroke the ice-like giant stick in his hand.

Ashe narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the ice giant stick in Trundle's hand.

If she remembered correctly, the name of this stick was the bone-crushing stick. There has been a story circulating in Freljord that Trundle mistakenly entered the Frostguard Fortress, and finally returned with this stick and became the king of the trolls.

Is that woman Lissandra?

Trundle did not stop, and soon took the trolls away to the east.

Ashe watched them leave silently, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Do you want to go too?" Tryndamere's voice sounded beside him.

"I want to go, but I shouldn't go." Ashe shook her head.

She is the leader of Avarosa. It is their duty to defend their homeland, but they should not let their families die.

"Follow my orders and return to Rakstak."

After the order was issued, the Avarosa tribe, which had rested for a while, took steps and headed towards Rakstak in the rear.

In this war, they did what they should do.

But at the same time, they were unable to continue to move eastward.

On the way, Ashe's eyes suddenly showed a touch of sadness and relief.

After she had some free time, she had time to go to the magic network to see the current situation of Freljord.

The entire Freljord was almost caught in the war of the void.

Many outstanding figures sacrificed their lives in this defense war.

And the Winter Claw Battle Mother Sejuani, her Olaf, and the Iceborn Legion were all buried near Rakstak.

Because of the reckless advance of the Winter Claw, the elite of the tribe were drawn out and killed by the Void Elves into the tribe, and the entire tribal alliance was devoured by the Void Elves.

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The well-prepared Demacia troops came and killed the remaining Void Elves.

The Winter Claw had been fighting with Avarosa openly and secretly, but it was destroyed directly, and Ashe was a little complicated.

Especially Sejuani, who was both a sister and an enemy, she really didn't expect that the other party would be the first to die in this cruel war.

However, after the Demacia army destroyed the Void Elves, it occupied the place where the Winter Claw was, and Ashe was not much surprised.

Demacia and Winter's Claw have a long-standing hatred, and it was good that they did not add insult to injury when the Void attacked.

"After this battle in Freljord, there will be greater changes."

Ashe knew that the emergence of all the hidden demigods and the radicalism of Demacia and Noxus would change the current situation in Freljord.

As the weakest of all forces, she should also make a choice.

"Demacia and Noxus don't know what kind of interaction these inland human civilizations will have with us who serve our ancestors in the future."

"What are you mumbling about?"

Tryndamere heard Ashe whispering along the way and frowned in annoyance.

"Nothing, let's migrate when we return to Rakstak." Ashe shook his head.

"Migrate again? Where are we going this time?" Tryndamere asked.

The Avarosa tribe has migrated countless times since its establishment.

But every time, it was wandering around in Freljord.

This is their homeland, the place their ancestors left them, the home they will not abandon.

"Go west to Frost Harbor, I heard the snow there is beautiful." Ashe smiled.

"The snow is beautiful, but it is also desolate." Tryndamere muttered.

Frost Harbor is one of the few ports in Freljord, and it is the westernmost part of the area controlled by Avarosa.

"What does it matter if it is desolate? We will make it more beautiful." Ashe said freely.

Retreating to the westernmost part is the choice of her and Avarosa.

They are unable to compete with Demacia and Noxus for Freljord. The other party helped them defend the land left by their ancestors, and she did not want to resist.

It is better to retreat to the edge and start all over again.

With her understanding of Demacia and Noxus, she would not kill them all.

What will happen in the future depends on how the communication with that country is.

Although she does not have the opportunity to participate in the final battle of this war, Ashe does not think that Runeterra will be defeated, and she believes that the gods of Freljord and the army of Noxus will defeat the enemy.