The Glory of Noxus.

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

In addition to the flowing black liquid and the power of icy blood, there is also an indescribable power hidden.

It's the power of the void!

Huo Jixing had seen the unique power of the void in the forgotten land of Ecathia.

"Why are there void powers in the bodies of these horrible monsters?" Huo Jixing looked solemn, full of doubts.

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

Two completely different energies are now in a fusion state, emitting a deep purple glow.

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

Even so, Huo Jixing still found it somewhat unbelievable, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on the other five terrifying monsters that had lost their lives.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

In the quiet basin, the red-gold light leaped like lightning, cutting through 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.

really!

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

Huo Jixing guessed that the body of the Ainanxing beast that had just melted in the Nanli Fire might also possess the power of the void.

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

Rumble!

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

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

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

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

So can the old god Volibear be an exception?

Or was it the void power contained in the flesh and blood sacrifice that caused Volibear to lose control?

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

The many compound eyes throughout its body are filled with chaos and slaughter, and there is no rationality at all.

He realized that the appearance of these horrific monsters in the ice and snow basin was no accident and there was probably a huge conspiracy behind them.

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

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

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

Most importantly, the old god Volibear is the carver of the 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 Noxian Empire frequently appeared in his mind, intertwining together and bursting out sparks of inspiration.

Iceborn, 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 Frostguard tribe and a legendary living saint.

Although the Frostguard tribe may seem unknown, it is one of the three most powerful tribes in the Freljord.

The power they possess is definitely no less than that of the Avarosa tribe and the Winter Claw tribe.

Taking all these factors into consideration, the only one who meets all of these requirements in the Freljord is Lissandra.

Moreover, she has an irreconcilable hatred with the old god Volibear.

According to many myths and ancient secrets, in the ancient chaotic times of the Freljord.

One of the three sisters, the frost witch Lissandra, relied on her own command and great power to contend with 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 disliked Lissandra.

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

In front of the warriors of the Frostguard tribe and the Blood Alliance tribe, the old god Volibear used the force of thunder and slashed Lissandra's eyes with his 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 was unable to stop the plan that Lissandra had already put in place.

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

The many tribes within the frozen tundra feel the changes and power brought by Lissandra and her two other sisters.

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

They believe that only the three sisters can lead them to a prosperous and peaceful future.

"Poor Volibear!"

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

"When I was resurrected, I was attacked by Lissandra."

Huo Jixing believed that the flesh and blood brought by the bear monsters included not only those of Noxians, but also extra sacrifices that Lissandra had already prepared.

The purpose is simple, to control the revived Volibear.

Even Huo Jixing had reason to doubt.

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

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

"But the dispute between the two of you should never sacrifice the northern border of the Noxian Empire."

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

The bloody incident that swept across the northern border of the empire became increasingly confusing.

The central mountain is surrounded by thunder.

As Huo Jixing went deeper, the temperature around him had already broken the norm and was freezing his soul.

From time to time, you can see terrifying monsters like the Woeful Beast nearby, their shadows are hazy and look like the shadows of ash.

Huo Jixing took immediate action and wiped out the lives of these horrible monsters.

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

Fortunately, things are still under control, and the void power of the terrifying monsters cannot be compared with that of real void creatures.

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

The silhouette of the giant thunder bear behind the dark clouds had disappeared without a trace, leaving only tiny flashes of lightning, lighting up the basin.

Once this Freljord engraver was tainted by the Void, he became one of the void creatures.

Then things on the northern border of the empire and in the Freljord will surely reach unimaginable levels.

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

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

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

In the dark grey field of vision, the flesh and blood corpses piled at the foot of the mountain merged into the mountain, and countless souls were unable to 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 blurry and hazy souls appeared.

Then, under the invisible influence of thunder and lightning, these souls transformed into giant bears and bowed down to the steep mountains, as if they were performing a solemn and sacred ceremony.

But these did not affect Huo Jixing.

What really stopped him in his tracks was the calls of the giant soul bears, which sounded like the sound of heaven falling from the sky.

These voices come together to weave a deafening name.

"Valhal!"

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

"Are you going to wake up? Volibear!"

Freljord, the far north.

On the boundless snowy plain, towering blue spires rise from the ground and pierce through 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 dark blue buildings.

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

Almost no one knows how to find this hidden fortress.

Many tribes once gathered their armies and wanted to raze it to the ground, but few of those who actually found this place returned satisfied.

In the main fortress, inside the quiet palace.

The faint blue light dispelled the darkness, shining on the crystal-like ground, refracting ice peaks that looked like mausoleums.

Faintly, a hazy figure can be seen in the ice edges of the tomb made of Zhenbing.

Frost Witch Lissandra rarely sleeps in the main keep of Frostguard Keep; she sleeps anywhere, everywhere, nowhere.

Sometimes it's everywhere.

For example, now, the place where Lissandra chose to lie down was an extremely huge underground cave, big enough to accommodate thousands of fortresses.

The icy ocean that came into view stretched from one end to the other.

It wasn't the end of the noisy surface, but something closer to a completely different kind of madness.

Lissandra visits this place often, and always alone, but she is never alone.

Some call it a monster.

Some call it God.

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

Lissandra would have to dutifully check in and make sure their beds were safe and comfortable.

The watchers must not be awakened.

Though Lissandra lost her eyesight long ago, she traced their sleeping forms in her mind's eye.

What she saw brought a chill far beyond her bones and blood, so when her skin touched the ice, she no longer trembled.

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

Simply feeling their presence was terrifying enough, let alone walking among their dreams and knowing their secret desires for the world.

So, she had to let them keep dreaming.

Suddenly, a huge shadow among them began to tremble and move away.

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

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

Lissandra took off her hood, and her gorgeous robe fell to the ground over her ankles. She took light steps and walked towards the other side of the icy void.

Lissandra ran her open fingers across the ice.

The cascading white hair covered her cold face, hiding the lines of time and the scars and hollow spaces between her eyes.

She long ago learned the secret of dream walking, allowing her to cover incredible distances in this unforgiving land in an instant.

Going back and forth hundreds of times before every dawn.

But sometimes, she would forget where her body was.

Now, her consciousness drifted downward, through the barrier.

Lissandra considered the thickness of the True Ice, and realized that it would be foolish to place the entire weight of her faith on a layer of glass, but there was no other choice.

On the other side, the watcher is threatening, sneaking in the dark, feeling frustrated.

It is bigger than a mountain.

“Is it relatively small in size?”

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

Those creatures look like they are capable of devouring gravity and time itself. They are not only devourers of worlds, but also devourers of planes and realities.

They made Lissandra feel small and insignificant, like a flake of snow blown in a blizzard.

She focused on the huge, terrifying creature before her.

Its dreams became hers.

Another Lissandra was waiting there, in the dream.

It was the eternal being in memory, towering behind a black sun, her hair floating in the sky, her eyes clear and bright, as blue as crystal, sparkling with celestial energy.

This is the last dawn of the world.

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

But the black fireball that symbolized the watcher was resisting, trying to rise again, burning the goddess' fingers.

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

This land is a twisted Freljord, stripped of all life and magic.

life!

Life is the most important!

All life on the Freljord, this frozen land was once offered as a sacrifice by Lissandra to the monsters below.

She leads the throbbing watcher away from its dark thoughts, carefully, soothing its restless desires.

After a long time, the observer seemed to fall into a deep sleep and return to silence. The ocean made of pure ice also calmed down without any waves.

Lissandra breathed softly. The Watchers had become increasingly impatient in recent times. They wanted to enter the material realm, into the real world, and corrode and pollute all life.

"The Watchers are coming back, and I am powerless to defeat them."

"I need more power!"

Lissandra looked deeply at the frozen tomb beneath the True Ice Ocean, and a faint blue light brought her into a dream.

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

The dream begins to spin.